The daily life of black Shizai and Buteizai after the interpenetration

18-year-old Chuya Nakahara——

Central Plains Zhongye turned on "Dirty" at this time, the skin was densely covered with mysterious blood streaks, and the halo of the sun rose in the sky, but the halo seemed to be dyed bloody by Zhongye's supernatural power.

In fact, in the past, the central plains were also "dirty", and blood would seep from his facial features and pores, but today because of his photophobia, the sudden blood blisters on his body made him look even more miserable.The gray vest was soaked in blood, the orange-red hair stuck to the side of the face, mixed with the mud, forming a large blood stain.

Looking at Chuya like this, Osamu Dazai took a breath subconsciously, as if a blood vessel was blocked in his heart, causing all his nerves to burst rapidly.

"Does it hurt?"

Who would have thought that a beating sound suddenly came from behind, it was Gojo Satoru.

But Osamu Dazai didn't turn his head, because it wasn't enough, Gojo Satoru didn't owe him yet.

The 22-year-old Osamu Dazai is notoriously hated.

"Have you heard of that fairy tale?" Gojo Satoru smiled with sunglasses on, "The rebirth of the phoenix from Nirvana."

"Who do you think you are showing off with?" Osamu Dazai put his hands in his pockets, and the gust of wind from Nakahara made his clothes flutter. He winked and said with a smile, "This is a literary giant."

After saying that, Osamu Dazai jumped up, he had to stop Chuya Nakahara, and that was enough.

But when Osamu Dazai rushed forward, the undead had been torn apart by Nakahara Chuya from the hole in his heart, and their mission was completed.

"Zhongye!"

Osamu Dazai grasped Nakahara Chuya's wrist, the light of "disqualification in the world" looked as gloomy as a rainstorm against the power of death, the skin touched by his fingertips was sticky, and the smell of Nakahara Chuya's blood filled Dazai's cognition, All he knows now is that it hurts too.

Subconsciously, he took off his windbreaker to shield Zhongyuan Zhongye from the sun. Now the sky is getting brighter, Zhongyuan Zhongye is also a ghost, and the sun will burn his skin.

"Chung Ye?"

Calling Nakahara Chuya's name again, Chuya's eyes gradually became clear, just now the shadow of Dazai Osamu was reflected in the blood-red eyes, and he had obviously recovered his sanity.

Osamu Dazai saw himself in Nakahara Chuya's eyes, and saw Nakahara Nakaya in his own shadow, then he put his forehead on Nakahara Nakaya's blood-stained top, rubbed his forehead with Nakahara Nakaya's hair, nasal cavity Smelling the bloody smell, he was startled suddenly, and then said:

"Chuya, you really are a warm undead~"

Is there already a body temperature in the Central Plains?His body alive?When was it revived?

Osamu Dazai turned his head and looked around quickly, but he didn't see Hajime, nor the white-haired team leader.

Then...how did Chuya Nakahara's body come back to life?

Taking a step back, holding Chuya's shoulder, Osamu Dazai carefully observed from the top of Chuya's head from top to bottom, until he was surprised to find that the iron chain around Chuya's neck was still there.

"Hey, Dazai."

"Huh? Chuya."

Osamu Dazai finally heard Chuya Nakahara's voice again.

However, Zhong also said:

"I, I allow, you... paste my, head, hair..."

"..." Osamu Dazai only paused for a few seconds after hearing this, and suddenly raised his hand to ruffle Chuya Nakahara's hair vigorously, before saying, "You are mine, as long as I agree."

"..."

"I don't agree with you now."

"..."

"Even if you are going to die, you should die in love with me."

"..."

However, his arms suddenly sank, and Zhong Yuanzhong was afraid that he would not be able to catch his breath, so he closed his eyes and fainted from exhaustion.

"Ha~ Look what you did?"

Gojo Satoru asked mockingly on the opposite side.

Dazai Osamu looked at Chuya who was sleeping soundly in front of him, he hugged Chuya into his arms, hugged him tighter, and then said: "He is mine, so I can do whatever I want naturally."

22-year-old Chuya Nakahara——

Osamu Dazai saw Nakahara Chuya tearing up the undead in a state of loss of control. He gradually raised the corners of his lips, and finally jumped forward. Looking at Chuya who was covered in blood and scars from a close distance, he felt a sharp pain in his heart. The pain in the world cannot be added.

"Zhongye."

Dazai Osamu's palm touched Nakahara Chuya's cheek, and his fingertips lingered on Chuya's skin. He even wanted to kiss here, but there were too many people, and he didn't want Chuya to be pissed off just after waking up.

"Chuya, you are like pudding~"

This is obviously a very sweet sentence, but why did Osamu Dazai utter it with a hint of terrifying danger?

Sure enough, the moment the red light dissipated, Chuya's eyes focused for an instant, probably after listening to Dazai Osamu, he raised his arm with difficulty and punched Dazai Osamu, but now he has no lethal power at all, that fist It hit Osamu Dazai like a tickle.

Osamu Dazai felt the provocative fist, he couldn't help laughing, and then he hugged Nakahara Nakaya tightly, and put his five fingers into Nakaya's hair. The blood hadn't scabbed yet, but the stickiness between his fingers screamed. His heart throbbed again.

"You can't run away."

He blew in Zhongye's ear.

"You, nonsense, nonsense..."

"Wait a minute, Chuya."

Osamu Dazai pressed the back of Chuya's head hard, his palm felt through the strands of Chuya's hair, he felt Chuya's body temperature, he hadn't touched such a warm Chuya for a long time.

So, Chuya Nakahara's body is alive?

"You, don't, touch... me!"

"Chuya, you're resurrected."

"..."

Obviously, Nakahara Chuya didn't even realize that he was actually alive.

Osamu Dazai's eyes quickly scanned the surroundings. He wanted to find the elementary school student Shinigami, but he only saw the members of the Armed Detective Agency and Ryunosuke Akutagawa, and no one else.

He only heard Zhongye take a deep breath in his ear, and then he seemed to smile, with a sad smile: "Hey... small mackerel."

"Chuya?" Osamu Dazai turned his attention back, and tightened his arms: "Call me?"

"It's nice to be alive..."

"..."

Then, the person in his arms slumped heavily, Osamu Dazai immediately exerted force to prevent Chuya from falling down.

Nakahara Chuya passed out, and every time he turned on "Filth", Chuya would lose consciousness, but only this time, Chuya said to him: "It's good to be alive."

Yes, it's good to be alive.

"Chuya, the time I gave you has come."

Osamu Dazai also felt that it was good to be alive.

He couldn't wait any longer, he just wanted to hear Zhongya say something, which he had waited for too long.

Since you are alive, do what you should do when you are alive.

Also enjoy the joy of being alive.

"It seems that you..."

Kunikida Doppo wasn't surprised at all, he had already guessed it.

"Heh." Osamu Dazai smiled, he lifted Chuya's shoulders, and made Chuya lean against his side neck: "Then, why are you bringing them here to bother you?"

Atsushi Nakajima looked at the two inexplicably, and wondered if he wanted to understand.

"Excuse me? Do you still have tasks?" Kunikida Doppo asked knowingly.

"Yes, we still have a mission." Dazai Osamu, the 18-year-old Dazai Osamu said: "About, an adult mission."

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The author has something to say:

【small theater:】

22 Dazai: I have prepared the dishes.

18 Dazai: I also prepared the plate.

In 22, I also dreamed of red wine in my dream.

In 18, I also dreamed of steak in my dream.

But the two of them have already gone to the table.