After becoming a blood clan, he did everything possible to seek death

The feeling of weightlessness came too suddenly, and Ozzy couldn't say the words that could inspire Dazai after all.

Ozzy's eyes were pitch black, and the wind was blowing in his ears, but when the wind passed by him, he slowed down and passed over his body softly, and finally curled up his long hair, longing for the far away .

He was suspended in the galaxy, unable to tell whether he closed his eyes or opened them.

The soreness in his eye sockets still persists. Ozzy slowly retracted his outstretched hand to his chest, then curled up and sighed silently.

He can't hold on to anything.

A sense of loss almost swept over his whole body, and he was so exhausted that it seemed that he could fall into a deep sleep again in the next second.

This is an emotion that cannot be explained. Ozzy does not know the principle of their formation, but understands where they come from-the difference between him and Dazai.He never thought that just because he didn't see the other party again before leaving, it would cause such intense emotions.

Obviously, he should be used to leaving.

Why does the body feel colder in summer?

Oz didn't understand.

He pondered for a long time in the dark, until the feeling of falling hit him, and he vaguely realized a certain truth.

He may really have no way to face parting with Dazai.

But Ozzy is a vampire with an infinite lifespan, and Dazai is a human who longs for death, so the difference is too great.

Ozzy's expectation and envy for human identity has never been so strong.

——It would be nice if I were human.

A light appeared before his eyes.

The surrounding wind became more violent, and Ozzy's long hair was blown behind him. He opened his arms and let himself fall. He was thinking that when the wind blows into the eyes of humans, it will make humans cry. Maybe he can try this too. way.

So Ozzy opened his eyes wide, and began to welcome the light not far away.

"See you next time, Dazai," he softly bid farewell to the darkness behind him, "I will find a way to come back to you in the future."

At the moment when he broke through the darkness, the dazzling light made Ozzy squint his eyes uncomfortably. He looked down hard, and what he saw was a piece of verdant green.

The green rippling in the breeze blows in the fields, and there is also a faint fragrance of flowers.

His appearance broke through a beautiful cloud, startling the birds in the woods to fly.

It was a beautiful scene, but Ozzy had no time to appreciate it.

Because in that patch of green stood a figure that was very familiar to him and that he would never forget.

The movement around him startled the figure. He paused, as if he had noticed something. After a pause for a few seconds, he quickly turned around and looked at the sky.

This is a very magical feeling.

Ozzy's sadness after parting from the future Dazai and the joy of seeing the person in front of him are intertwined, but it doesn't seem to be inconsistent at all.He was sad and yet unable to be unhappy.

So Ozzy could only spread his arms wider, smiled hard, and watched the distance between himself and the boy getting closer.

Dazai stood in a field of flowers, staring at the sky with wide eyes.His mind was blank, he subconsciously imitated Ozzy's movements, and then ran forward.

They are trying their best to shorten the distance between the two. It seems inappropriate to say that there is a tacit understanding, because the sense of urgency comes suddenly, and they just hope to hug each other faster.

Before Dazai could run a few steps, he greeted this blood clan that descended from the sky.

Such a high distance did not have much impact on him. He knew that the blood race had used a strange magic to reduce the impact, but he was still clasping the blood race's back and falling into the flowers with him.

The soft and fresh earthy smell was replaced by Ozzy's unique scent. At the moment when he was enveloped by the scent, Dazai couldn't help but let out a long sigh from the bottom of his heart.

He was like a building block with a missing piece, finally waiting for someone who could fill the gap.

They fit together tightly, hugging each other tightly as if they were born to do so.

The impact from Oz made the grass that had been blown by the breeze completely lively, and he put his arm under Dazai's head to prevent his actions from hurting the thin boy who hadn't grown up.The moment he propped himself up and looked at Dazai, the scattered petals slowly fell from the air, like a white rain.

The rare rain was imprinted in Dazai's eyes, and Oz's smiling face naturally took up more space.

He stroked Ozzy's side face wordlessly, letting Ozzy's hair scratch his cheek.

This blood race that fell from the sky was too shocking for him, and he was forced into another emotion before he could get out of the previous emotion.

Those things that were slowly growing in his heart showed vigorous vitality at this moment, wrapping his heart tightly like vines.

"Oz." Dazai heard himself calling the person in front of him.

The person in front of him immediately responded to his call.

Oz smiled, and kissed Dazai's palm with his face sideways: "Well, I'm here."

In the next second, the hand stroking the side of Ozzy's face came to the back of his neck, grabbing him vigorously and pressing down until he crashed into the boy's arms again.

"Are you crying?"

"No, the blood race cannot cry."

"Oh, your eyes are so bright, I thought you were crying."

"Maybe one day in the future I can really learn to cry for Dazai."

Oz laughed, and the moment he looked at Dazai, he froze.

Dazai's mouth opened slightly, his pupils trembled, and he looked at himself without blinking.

Asking others if they are crying, but secretly the corners of your eyes are red?

Oz lowered his eyes and lowered his body without thinking, while Dazai was forced to close his eyes when he approached, subconsciously raised his chin.

The breathing by the ear suddenly became rapid, and Ozzy wondered if Dazai had forgotten to breathe just now, which caused the hand on his neck to be trembling now.

Ozzy couldn't see Dazai's expression, which made him a little regretful, he couldn't wait to see Dazai, but fortunately, such a hug could also confirm Dazai's existence.

The soft and delicate touch from the eyes also gave Dazai infinite shock.

He never thought that such a simple action could break through his reason in an instant, making him realize what he had done until a long, long time later - trying to soften Ozzy into his flesh and blood, so that they would never be able to Separated.

Such an arrogant and domineering idea made Dazai feel funny, the inexplicable possessive desire controlled his brain, half of his sanity was floating in the sky, watching him with a sneer, like a child who only knew how to grab the blood clan's clothes, in his ears While repeating words like "danger" and "trap".The other half's rationality is clamoring that these are far from enough, what he wants is beyond what he can think of so far.

What the hell is this?Dazai looked at the sky, feeling that the sun was so dazzling, but he couldn't bear to look away, he hoped to be able to stare at the beautiful long golden hair.

At what point did he take Oz as his property?Otherwise, why did he feel like the whole world was being hollowed out when Oz disappeared?

In Dazai's view, these problems are unsolvable.

That feeling was too dangerous, so in order not to let the danger come, he must have a set of detailed measures to prevent Ozzy from disappearing again.

By the time Oz pulled Dazai up from the ground, the boy had packed all his leaked emotions into a dark corner.

Dazai was standing among the flowers, his clothes were covered with visible dust and stains, his hair was a bit messy, and there were a few dead leaves stuck in between.

All in all, it looked pretty embarrassing.

Ozzy took off the few leaves and took Dazai to straighten his clothes.

"Why did you come here? You got dirty."

Dazai was silent for a while, and replied: "Come and see the scenery, and accidentally fell when I came down."

It was only then that Oz discovered that the flower bush they were on was just a small platform, and he could see a straight stone wall not far away when he looked up, and the edge of the flower bush was surrounded by cliffs on three sides, and it was impossible to climb up from below. Dazai could only climb up from the stone wall. They tried to find a way to get to this flower bush.

Oz frowned, and pulled Dazai even tighter: "You came to such a dangerous place by yourself just to see the scenery? Isn't it okay to see it from above? Do you still want to run to the bottom?"

This time Dazai chose not to answer.

He probably didn't want to answer, Oz thought. Dazai was an extremely smart kid, and if he wanted to, he could think of a hundred lies to answer his own question without letting himself know.

Can this be understood as Dazai not wanting to lie to himself?

Ozzy didn't ask any further questions, but just called a gust of wind, and gently lifted the two of them up.

Dazai was held by Ozzy's waist to keep his balance. He lowered his head and didn't know what he was thinking. After a while, he let go of his hand, letting the flowers he picked at some time back to the flower field.

"Do you like this kind of flower?" Ozzy also lowered his head, seeing Dazai's slow nod, swallowed all the questions that followed.

He actually wanted to ask, compared to this unknown little white flower, Dazai liked the rose he gave him more, or this flower rain.

Later, Ozzy felt that this question was a bit naive, maybe because he was taken care of too well in the next few days, and even made him become like Dazai and began to act like a baby.

Because this is a meaningless comparison.

Ozzy let go of one hand, and under Dazai's questioning gaze, he slightly raised his palm upwards.

In an instant, those flowers were swept into the air by the wind.

They turned into rain again, flying around the two people who were looking at each other.

You see, thought Oz, if you like it I'll give it to you.

Is this feeling the same as your future self?

This question also has no answer.

By the time the dreamy rain came to an end, Oz had brought Dazai to the hotel they had booked.

In the sparsely populated town, almost no one would live in a hotel, and the tourism industry here was underdeveloped, so only the two of them lived in the entire hotel.

The hotel owner upgraded them to the largest room in the store for free.

"Dazai, I'll put hot water on you, wash it up first, and then we'll go have dinner? We made an appointment to eat barbecue together."

Ozzy was packing clothes for Dazai in front of the closet. After returning to the present, he automatically entered the role of caregiver.

He looked at the clothes in a daze, and the appearance of the future Dazai could not get rid of his eyes.

Until a shadow enveloped him.

Ozzy looked back.

Dazai stood behind him and looked at him.

"Aren't you taking a shower?"

"Here," he pointed to Ozzy's lips, "here," his fingers touched the back of Ozzy's neck, "it smells so weird."

Dazai moved closer to Ozzy, with deep emotions in his eyes.

"What does it smell like?"

"And this tooth mark."

The neck was pressed hard, and Ozzy frowned with some discomfort. The mark there had not healed, and there was a burst of stinging pain at this moment.

Dazai committed himself, he was silent for a while looking at the tooth marks, and suddenly he laughed inexplicably.

The smile seemed terribly frightening to Oz.

Although he didn't know why he felt creepy.

"I thought Ozzy was trapped in a certain place waiting for me to rescue him, but I didn't expect it," Dazai circled the position of the tooth marks with his fingertips, and then pulled Ozzy's collar to his own In front of him, he tilted his head and looked at him with his dark eyes, "In just a few days, I got someone else's smell."

The young lion roared, angry at the encroachment on his territory, his chest was full of malice, his fangs shone sharply in the sun, he was fully prepared to tear apart any attempt to take away His belongings guy.

But when he saw Ozzy's shocked appearance, Dazai immediately restrained all his expressions and showed his harmless appearance.

"Hey, let's go wash up together." Then promise me that there will be no next time.

Otherwise I can't guarantee what will happen next.

The author has something to say:

Dazai: Hey, did Oz find someone to doi the past few days after he left?

Ozzy (with a little red face) (guilty): What did you say?No do, just kiss and hug DIY.

Listen quickly, what is the sound of being broken.

Um?Dazai's sanity was broken?That's fine.

Let Wu Jingzai taste the sweetness, I, Hei Shizai, must also have it!