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

Hiding behind the kitchen door, Ozzy felt for the first time that there was a reason why his father liked going to the world so much.The food made by humans is really fragrant, especially when the lid of the pot is opened and white smoke comes out, the scent will explode in front of him, making him salivate reflexively, and swallow subconsciously Actions.

Even the human tableware is very beautiful, it is just a simple white porcelain bowl, but there is a rabbit painted on the bottom of the bowl, it is very cute.

Oz curiously poked the cutie at the bottom of the bowl, and then secretly glanced at Osamu Dazai who was taking off his apron, thinking that this human being doesn't seem to like small animals.

Osamu Dazai knew that he was peeking at him, so he pretended not to notice anything thoughtfully, took a piece of soft stewed meat and cooled it down, and brought it to Ozzy, smiling and opening his mouth wide: "Ah."

Oz blushed: "But, but..."

Osamu Dazai: "It's delicious, it's not hot anymore, hurry up, it's about to fall!"

Following Osamu Dazai's words, his heart tightened, and Ozzy had no choice but to prop himself up and move forward, opening his mouth to bite the delicious food on Osamu Dazai's chopsticks.

Just as he said, it is not hot at all, and the temperature is just right. Although the taste is not the same as the one made by the memory mother, it can also be placed in the "delicious" column.

Chewing, puffing out his cheeks, the young man looked vigilantly at the human being sitting opposite him, while trying to make a serious expression, so as not to let the human come to the conclusion that he was being tempted.

Osamu Dazai dragged his face with one hand, and asked a little funny: "How is it? Is it still to your taste?"

Ozzy rolled his Adam's apple involuntarily, his eyes wandered to the potato stew and then moved away immediately, and replied: "It's, so-so..."

"Eh?" Osamu Dazai made a disappointed expression on purpose. Seeing Ozzy's face instantly showing anxiety and guilt, he felt that Ozzy really couldn't lie. , "It's so-so, it seems that I have to continue to practice."

Oz felt guilty: "If you work hard, you can cook delicious food in the future. After all, I am a nobleman, and my taste buds are not something humans can easily satisfy."

Osamu Dazai narrowed his eyes: "Then can I ask the nobleman to help me taste it? Of course, if you think it's too troublesome..."

Ozzy hesitated: "It's not impossible, it's just that I can't stay here forever——"

He also wanted to explain his reasons more clearly, lest the human beings in front of him think that he was disgusting him, but he was interrupted by the human expressionless after speaking halfway.

"You want to leave."

The smile on Dazai Osamu's face disappeared in an instant.He is like an island surrounded by violent storms, surrounded by chilling smells, but the center of the island is strangely quiet, so peaceful that it makes people feel frightened.

The word "leave" is like a switch for Osamu Dazai. When it is turned off, he can pretend that he is an ordinary person, pretending that nothing happened, but once the switch is turned on, those thoughts that make him feel crazy will come out.

He couldn't stand Ozzy leaving again.No one knows if this is his last chance.

But when Dazai Osamu saw Ozzy backing away in a panic, about to knock down the chair behind him, he suddenly froze and opened his mouth, and the instinct of maintaining a smile in the past was immediately thrown into an unknown corner.

He seemed to frighten Oz.

Obviously it was Oz who said he was going to leave, but why does it seem like he is the one who did the wrong thing now, and he is also the one who is being punished?

The words "Don't be afraid" cannot be uttered no matter what.

Although Oz was taken aback by Dazai Osamu's aura, he didn't think about anything else, but instinctively allowed him to avoid danger.

"Don't be angry." Oz was a little embarrassed, and his voice was much lower. "I'm not a human being. If I stay with humans all the time, it won't be a good thing for you."

"You are not human? Then what are you?" Osamu Dazai asked, "You have no fangs."

Oz was a little confused: "But, but I am a vampire, my father is a vampire, so I am also..."

Osamu Dazai looked at him calmly: "Then do you want to give it a try?"

Osamu Dazai got up, took a fruit knife from the kitchen, pressed the cold blade against his index finger, and gently pressed it in front of Ozzy.

There is a ray of red on the silver-white knife surface.

The insignificant pain didn't make Osamu Dazai feel extra emotions, but it surprised Ozzy, who was a vampire.

No human being would actively harm itself like this.

"What are you doing! You need to stop the bleeding quickly! Dad said that human beings are very fragile, even if such a small wound is infected, it will kill you!"

"Ozzy, come here." Osamu Dazai stretched out his hand, letting the blood drop drop to the ground with a "pop".

He saw Ozzy's pupils shrank sharply.

Oz shook his head and took a step back, afraid that if he didn't suppress his instinct, he would cause irreparable harm to humans.

The patience that Osamu Dazai spent a long time cultivating worked: "Come to me, Ozzy, I will teach you how humans stop bleeding, will you help me?"

Ozzy realized for the first time that there may be people with magical powers among human beings.He felt that Osamu Dazai's magic must be very superb, and when he didn't even realize it, Osamu Dazai secretly cast the magic of temptation.Otherwise, why would he be unable to control his actions at this moment, approaching the dangerous humans step by step?

When Oz was still some distance away from him, Osamu Dazai finally couldn't bear it any longer, hooked Oz's waist with his intact hand, and pulled Oz in front of him with a cry of surprise.

Osamu Dazai lowered his head, looked at the panicked Ozzy in his arms, and said softly, "It would be great if you grew taller."

Oz: "W-why?"

Because if you grow taller, you won't have to step on your feet when kissing.Dazai thought.

But he can also bend down, or put Ozzy on the table to sit, or simply let Ozzy lie on his body, so that the two of them will not feel tired when kissing.

Naturally, Osamu Dazai would not tell Oz this kind of thing. Now is not the time, he doesn't want to scare Oz too early.

Oz deserved his tenderest side.

"No reason," Osamu Dazai replied, he put his bleeding hand to Ozzy's mouth, "Open your mouth."

Ozzy reacted quickly, and immediately shut his mouth tightly, not forgetting to "woooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooo" a few times.

"Did you hear the story of what the little fool said?"

"what?"

"puff."

Osamu Dazai had sharp eyesight and quick hands, and he didn't forget to stuff his fingers into Ozzy's mouth while suppressing a smile.

Oz wanted to struggle, but was held in his arms by Dazai and couldn't move.

"Don't be nervous," Osamu Dazai said, "Try it, is human blood not so tasty to you?"

Oz hesitated for a moment, and under Dazai Osamu's comfort, he struggled a lot less. He still didn't dare to relax himself, lest he would be stimulated by the bloody smell and eat directly, and he would definitely hurt humans by then.

But Osamu Dazai does look like he has a plan in mind.

Oz moved slowly, tentatively.

When Osamu Dazai slit his finger, whether he had any other thoughts or not, only he knew.

But if there is a third person present, then Osamu Dazai's embarrassment will be completely exposed to the eyes of the third person.

The fingertips were already wrapped in a warm place, although this was Dazai Osamu's own suggestion, but when Ozzy's tongue moved and quickly hooked his fingers quite accurately, the tormented person turned into a suggestion again. People with this bad idea.

The term cocooning is quite philosophical.

Osamu Dazai wanted to pull out his finger, but Oz seemed to have noticed that human blood was not that attractive to him, so he grasped Osamu Dazai's palm with his probing hands, and wrapped the slender index finger Go deeper.

Slightly sucking is not enough, when Ozzy swallows a mouthful of blood, the squeezing feeling is the real torture.

Osamu Dazai took a deep breath, only feeling that his lower abdomen was unbearably tight, but Ozzy still acted like he didn't notice it.

If you don't let go, bad things may happen later.

He clenched his back molars and pressed Ozzy's nagging tongue with his fingers. Unexpectedly, Oz recognized it as a provocation, and he bit his knuckle lightly.

Going crazy.

Dazai Osamu was already sweating hotly on his back, he eagerly snatched his finger away from Ozzy's butt, leaving only a long, wet and slender trace stretched and torn between the two of them, saying " "Crack" sounded softly.

Dazai Osamu: "..."

Ozzy didn't think there was anything wrong, so he smacked his mouth: "It seems that I really don't feel like drinking, and the fangs haven't come out..."

He raised his head blankly and looked at Osamu Dazai: "Am I not a vampire?"

It is a rather weird thing for a human to evaluate whether a vampire is a vampire or not.But Oz somehow felt that this human named Osamu Dazai could be trusted, so in a hurry, he directly threw the question to Osamu Dazai.

So, he got a story about him from Osamu Dazai.

Oz was originally a vampire, but one day, he was killed by a human he trusted.

The story was too short to be anything like the thick-skinned human novels in his father's library.

And it's a sad story to hear.

Ozzy didn't like the story about him very much.

"I was killed by humans?" He looked at his palm, feeling a little bit like a world away, "No wonder..."

Osamu Dazai's voice was a little low: "No wonder what?"

"The instinct of the blood race is gone, you won't feel hungry all the time, and you can't smell other people."

"Magic also... Magic recovery is very slow, but maybe when it is fully recovered, I will be able to remember the story you told."

Osamu Dazai was silent for a long time, his eyes filled with deep emotions that Ozzy couldn't understand: "Why do you still think about it? Wouldn't you feel pain if you were killed by humans?"

"Maybe you will feel pain when you die," Ozzy smiled, looking a little satisfied, "Dad said that although my mother left, she will always protect me in a place where I can't see. I always thought it was just a romantic way of saying it, just for comfort, but since I have died and can wake up again, it must be my mother who is protecting me."

"Also, it may be inherited from my father. He always likes humans very much. Although he didn't tell me, I just know this! I have secretly read many of his books."

Oz smiled a little embarrassedly.He is like a child who has been poured out of candy, saying things that are unbelievable to others, but inexplicably makes others feel the same for his joy.

"When I was young, I was thinking, maybe I will meet a human like my mother in the world like my father. So, if I was killed by a human, then I must have found that person, because I believe That's why he acquiesced in any of his actions."

"My father allowed my mother to plant flowers outside his study."

Ozzy's expression became melancholy again. He put his hands on his face and lowered his head in frustration: "But I woke up again. Do you want to tell that human being the news? Will he want to see me? No." If he does, will he be sad because of my leaving?"

"When Mom left, Dad was sad."

Oz never had so many words growing up.He is like a flower, which only shakes its leaves when the wind blows. Usually, he is alone and silent, listening to the voices around him.

When he grew up alone, he smoothed out the innocence and liveliness of his youth, and changed into a mature and restrained look in the eyes of Osamu Dazai.

What had he been through, how long had he been traveling alone, to be so different?

Osamu Dazai didn't know that when he came back to his senses, he had already embraced the young man who started to panic again from behind.

This is his treasure, his lost and found.

"That person...that person is very sad, so sad that every time he closes his eyes, he looks like Ozzy left, so sad that he thinks every day that maybe he should choose to leave with Ozzy, so sad that sometimes he comes from the dark When I woke up, I wondered how he could continue to walk alone if Ozzy's appearance was just a dream."

"No one would wish to see you more than he."

"Dazai Osamu...?"

Osamu Dazai hugged Oz tightly to his chest, put his eyes on the socket of his neck, and tried his best to calm the soreness in his throat.

"Let me teach you how to live in the world, okay?"