[Comprehensive] The Peaceful Island of the Akashi Family

My name is Morihisa Fuyuichi, I am an ordinary senior student in Ikebukuro City, and I am about to step into this society.

He raised his hand and looked at the watch on his wrist. In 15 minutes, it would be 6 o'clock.I am also going to go to that intersection today, even though I am exhausted after just finishing the course.I can't prevent that person from completing his suicide-like actions, but at least I hope that I can use my eyes to witness every moment he survived.

Today’s Ikebukuro is as hypocritical and boring as ever, looking indifferently at the office workers who are numb after a day’s work, or the cute girls who dress up avant-garde, or a group of street gangsters with colored ties on their heads and hands. They all instantly became refreshed and laughed and walked towards the same direction, and that direction was exactly where I was going.

Because, today is Thursday.

I believe that the name Shizuo Heiwajima is enough to resound throughout Japan. It used to be "Ikebukuro's fiercest", and now it is "the lunatic who can't die".Many people thought that Mr. Heiwajima was crazy, from the day he came back.

Regarding Mr. Heihejima, he had been dead for a year, and he is gradually fading out of people's memory.However, on that day, Mr. Heiwajima appeared in front of everyone as a young man.I happened to be walking on the side of the road at the time, and I was so shocked that I almost ran into a car.The blood-soaked boy struggled to get up from the ground, the bright red blood stung people's eyes, he growled and yelled something, bumping around like he was unconscious.But those deep beast-like eyes made me hold my breath for a moment. They belonged to Mr. Heihejima. Even after a year, even if he changed his appearance, I could still recognize him at a glance.

As long as I think of that picture, I shudder all over. Look, my palms are full of sweat now.

The dead man appeared, he was the idol in my heart, of course, it still is now, and it will always be in the future.

Just like an ordinary unremarkable boy, with thick glasses, I am only a little bit stronger than bean sprouts. The cruelty of this society has taught me how to make myself feel better since I was a child. I will flatter and please those bullies , and I know that there are many such me in this world, low and useless me.In fact, I did get spanked less.

Until the appearance of that person, like a shining meteor, it came to my life and occupied a place.

The insurmountable power, seemingly slender but containing explosive muscles, is full of masculinity.He violently threw those guys out, and he was so powerful that he made the shit out of those guys.I know he didn't beat up those bastards for me, he didn't even look me in the eye, but somewhere in his heart, something called worship began to grow, and the legend of Mr. Heiwajima was deeply imprinted on me deep in my soul.

I started to collect any information about Mr. Heiwajima bit by bit. I wanted to know more about Mr. Heiwajima. I started to exercise and imitated Mr. Heiwajima. I hope that one day I can be a strong man. Identity is also there for those who need me.

Maybe I also have ridiculous and naive superhero dreams, so Mr. Heihe Island, who makes others frightened, is a superhero more handsome than Captain America in my eyes.

At first, just looking at Mr. Heiheshima made me happy, and passing him by could make me excited for a long time, but gradually I couldn’t be satisfied anymore, my heart began to move around, I wanted to be close to Mr. Heiheshima, I wanted to tell him!How much I adore him!

On the day I graduated from high school, I put on what I thought was the most handsome and masculine clothes, and decided to go to his place of work. At the same time, I was also ready to be beaten up by him. Before I left, I hesitated whether to wear clothes a little thicker.Walking on the road, I silently recited the self-introduction that I had memorized countless times in my heart over and over again. I was nervous and cautious, and the tip of my nose and forehead were covered with sweat.However, the screeching sound of brakes and the color of blood broke all my dreams.

I stood on the sidewalk in confusion, watching a large number of pedestrians gathered in the middle of the road not far away. Through the gaps in the crowd, I vaguely saw the blond hair dyed red by blood, drooping lonely, and Mr. Heihe Island quietly Lying in a pool of blood.The truck that caused the accident also left the scene quickly.I don't know which damned guy burst out the sentence "Shizuo Heiwajima is dead!" I didn't realize it, my heart that was about to stop beating suddenly hurt, and I could hardly stand up.

He died, he died, suddenly, in a silly car accident, before I had time for him to know me.

His death was a big blow to me, and I was depressed for a long time, but in fact, without Mr. Heiwajima, Ikebukuro was still operating as usual.

Later, as you know, Mr. Heiwajima appeared again a year later, out of the blue.Although everyone refused to believe that the boy was that man, I recognized him almost instantly, with the same feeling, the same momentum, the same rage, and the same strength.

Facing that young man who was thinner and thinner than myself, I didn't have any doubts. I just felt that the surge in my chest was completely revived, and I tried to contact him.

I am somewhat envious of Mr. Tom.At first my contact was rejected by him indifferently, and then I was thrown off the road by him again and again, and finally I got such a small chance to be allowed to approach me pitifully.Of course, I just silently followed behind Mr. Heihejima, and kept a distance of more than three meters. If I got closer, my bones would break.

Mr. Heiwajima is completely different from what I first imagined. I don’t know what he was doing this year, what happened to him, because he didn’t want to say anything, maybe it’s because of the object, I’m not so Be trusted by him.

But it doesn't matter, at least Mr. Heiwajima is willing to communicate with me occasionally. When I said that I want to do the same job as him, he beat me up without thinking.It was the worst ever, and I stayed in the hospital for a month before getting out of bed.

It was already half a year later when I knew that Mr. Heiwajima could play basketball, and within that half year, Mr. Heiwajima’s height began to increase, a little taller than me at 180, but I know that Mr. Heiwajima is still will continue to grow higher.

Mr. Tom would come to supervise Mr. Heiheshima from time to time, talk to him or ask him for help. Gradually, Mr. Tom's work became busy, and the number of times he came to see Mr. Heiheshima also decreased slightly.Every time, Mr. Pinghe Island yelled that he would help Mr. Tom. After Tom refused, he would shrug his shoulders and take Mr. Pinghe Island away.At that time, I was about to enter my sophomore year, and I also began to worry about the future.

There are several street basketball courts near the university where I am studying. They are very new. They were built with few ideas but are well-known in the local area. The equipment there is quite complete and the venue is also very large.Knowing that Mr. Heiwajima can play basketball, I often take him there.

Mr. Heiwajima's basketball is very good. Although he doesn't have much skill to speak of, he is more rough but handsome, so his level is far beyond that of his fellow college students.I always praise Mr. Heiwajima when he is sweating and resting while wiping his sweat, but he said that there is a group of people who are more powerful than him, and that is the real technology.When Mr. Heiheshima talked about that group of people, it was rare for him not to frown, and his rigid face softened a little, as if he was missing someone. That was a small part of Mr. Heiheshima's past that I could occasionally spy on.

Playing basketball may not always be liked by Mr. Heihejima as I imagined, except that he does not work, most of the time he just squats on the steps and watches others play, and is very critical that those people are weak and burst. Not as good as a group of junior high school students.For this reason, there are often many people who have come to find trouble with Mr. Heiheshima, and they have only one end, and they have been repaired miserably.

I once wondered why Mr. Heiwajima has been using that broken mobile phone. The fuselage has been severely scratched so that I can’t see its original color and brand. There is still something engraved on the fuselage. This is really rare. .It was probably caused by Mr. Heiwajima fighting with others or being hit by a truck. The broken screen was even more serious, but Mr. Heihejima has been unwilling to replace it. The most he can accept is the repair of the mobile phone button failure.

He even beat a man who was out of his mind and stole his mobile phone and threatened him with it to the point of breaking his bones, which instantly dispelled my idea of ​​stealing the mobile phone for research. Mr. Heihe Island is very important, and definitely worth much more than my life, I don't want to take risks.

One time, Mr. Heihejima was drunk. To be honest, he didn’t hold a lot of alcohol. Senior Tom and I carried him back to his residence with difficulty. This was also the first time I entered Mr. Heiheshima’s home.It is neater than I imagined. This is my first thought of his house, and it is not as exaggerated as I imagined. I thought that the place where he could live must be a solid wall.

Mr. Tom warned me not to get close to the table and desk, which aroused my curiosity. I ran to the bookcase when Mr. Tom went to the toilet, and found that there were various boxes stacked in an orderly manner.There are chess, go chess and so on.Most of them are some expensive brands, and Mr. Heihejima has always been very frugal, so all the money is spent on this place?

I immediately approached the table, and there was an unfinished game of chess on it.This chess skill is really not very good, even my ghost member of the chess club is better than him, I stared at the chessboard for a long time, and raised my hand to finish the game for him.

My hand hadn't even touched the chess piece, and the world was spinning for a while, and I was thrown out of the window by Mr. Heiwajima mercilessly, even ferociously.

Mr. Heiheshima's house is on the third floor.

Sometimes time really flies. In the past four years, I have been able to spend every day with my idol Mr. Heiwajima, and I can wake up with a smile in my dreams.But I also suffered at the same time, such as being beaten by him, and watching him commit suicide.

Mr. Shizuo always comes to West Street in Ikebukuro every Thursday afternoon and Sunday afternoon, the place where he once died, waiting for the 6 o'clock truck to hit again and again, every week every week. .But he never dies, always recovers quickly, always seeks suicide again soon.

If it wasn't for Mr. Silla and Mr. Tom, maybe the twice-weekly "suicide ceremony" would become once a day.

"Madman who can't die" is also a famous product of Ikebukuro.

At first I didn't know what the meaning of that act was, but everyone thought that Mr. Heiwajima wanted to die, when someone really wanted to send him to heaven for his fulfillment, he didn't look negative at all and beat the other person up A half-mutilated one with the sentence "Who wants to die under the hands of you scum".This kind of contradiction makes me even more puzzled. It seems that Mr. Heihejima is very strict about the time, place, and method of death, and even the license plate number of the truck is very strict.

I later learned that Mr. Heiwajima's suicide was for a man.Mr. Heiheshima was very anxious, always frowning, he was anxious to be hit by a car, and became even more anxious after waking up.I can't understand what's in his eyes, it's something I've never touched, it's too heavy, but I know that those things must exist because of that man.

I once asked Mr. Silla why Mr. Heiwajima is so obsessed with a man. I really don’t want my heroes and idols to commit suicide for a man. It’s really cowardly like that.

Mr. Silla smiled, pinched his chin, looked at me with a slight smile, and said something that took me a long time to understand: In fact, he is the most courageous one. He uses the most extreme and painful methods. To express his love in a way that no one can do.Well~ Only those kind of idiots would do that, but we wouldn't be able to bear it.

I don't think I understood, but I was vaguely moved. I understood the profound meaning of that man to Mr. Heiwajima.Later, Mr. Silla said another sentence, and I can't remember how I answered it. He said: One day, we will all lose Shizuo Heiwajima, will you regret that you didn't stop him?

Looking at the familiar road, my thoughts gradually return, because I have reached the intersection of West Street.Today is also the same, he is smoking a cigarette and standing in the middle of the road, with his head lowered and immersed in the smoke, making his face hard to see. His dark purple sunglasses are polished and shiny. Mr. Heiwajima today makes me feel very handsome for no reason.

Crowds of people gathered on the side of the road, the indifference of human nature was vividly highlighted among them, some even bet on whether this immortal miracle would one day perish.

I turned my face away, but saw many familiar faces in the crowd, including Mr. Heiwajima's younger brother, and Mr. Orihara who was on the phone.He smiled, still with the same malicious intentions.In a trance, I seemed to think of a sentence I had said, and the corners of my eyes suddenly became moist.As if afraid of being discovered by Mr. Heiwajima, I immediately wiped the corners of my eyes with my sleeve vigorously, but I missed the last look he gave me.

The sound of the truck roared over. The driver who had been driving a heavy truck for nearly four years stepped on the accelerator numbly and drove towards Shizuo at full speed. I stared closely at Mr. Heiwajima. Cruelly running over Shizuo's body, there were only ear-piercing screams and excited shouts, but no wailing.

I stared blankly at Mr. Shizuo's body under the wheel. The black bottom of the car seemed to be a devouring demon, gnawing at his body.The bright red blood wrapped around his arm like a snake. It looked hot, but it was so cold that I shivered all over.And the only thing that feels real is the smelly air.

I was dazed, my vision blurred again, and I felt a little sad.I don't understand what's wrong with me today. I have been able to perfectly control my emotions to look at Mr. Shizuo's suicide in the past four years, but this time...

Without taking another look at Mr. Heihejima on the ground, I turned around and left the scene, hiding my face and not wanting to be seen by others, but I must not be the only one who left with a sad heart. Mr. Tom, he too is moving away from the crowd.

"Mr. Tom, you are actually crying."

"Shut up, brat, a guy whose nose is dripping from crying has no right to speak of me!"

"Not at all, huh? Is that Mr. Silla over there?"

"Ghost knows, let's go. By the way, I changed my career. I opened a noodle restaurant, ah, and I was thinking of letting Shizuo be the chef. By the way, come here and help me, kid! A graduate of a second-rate university."

"It's too much, Mr. Tom, what about the salary?"

"Isn't Jingxiong your idol, you should pay me back the money that Jingxiong owes me first!"

"It's two different things..."

"Selty, don't be sad, he can finally pursue his happiness."

"I'm not sorry for Silla, but you, it's really good to smile so happily."

"I'm blessing him, Celty, don't get me wrong."

"Uuuuuu Heiwajima-san."

"Okay, okay, don't cry, Xiaodi."

"But Mr. Heiheshima..."

"That's love, it's love, your bl!"

Looking at those companions who were crying for Mr. Pinghe Island, I felt a little bit better. I silently followed Mr. Tom and stumbled with him. I decided to take every bit of what happened in the past four years Keep it in my heart as the most precious memory.

Mr. Heiheshima, you use the scariest and most extreme way to pursue what you think is right. I think you deserve my admiration a little more, Mr. Heiheshima who is strong, straightforward, yet gentle.

Maybe in that worship, there is a little bit of admiration that I don't even know.I will be careful in my heart, because we will never see each other again.