Why aren't people raising me

When Masaharu was awake, he was in a familiar luxury car with his coat thrown aside.

The first time he saw this luxury car, he touched it up and down in novelty, and it was not the slightest difference from his memory.

His body was covered with a thin blanket, and he was curled up on the back seat of the car with the back of the chair lying flat. He was probably too used to the breath of Zhongye. He didn't wake up at all when he moved. Did he sleep for a long time?

Why is he here...?

"woke up?"

Masaharu felt a very friendly voice lingering in his ears, Masaharu rubbed his slightly messy hair and stood up, "Chuya, why am I in your car?"

"You fell asleep."

"Of course I know this. Why did you come to see me from Yokohama? Aren't you very busy recently? I can only wait a few hours for a reply when I send you a message." Masaharu folded the thin blanket neatly, listening He looked aggrieved and complained, "I haven't seen you a few times since I came back. You are not as close to me as before. Are you still not used to my appearance?"

"..."

"……What did you say?"

Central Plains also asked almost sluggishly.

Yaji was taken aback.

He quickly looked around, and then turned his gaze back to the face in the front seat that looked very immature compared with his brother.

It's not Zhongye... No, it's Zhongye, but it's not his Zhongye!

Has he gone back yet? !

Masaharu stuck his hands in his hair and said angrily, "When will this accident end!"

"You haven't answered me yet."

"I'm sleepy, don't worry about me." Yazhi pursed his lips, "You know that the human brain can deceive itself and produce memories that don't exist. That's how I am."

Zhongyuan Zhong also didn't believe his inattentive rhetoric, "Let's go when you wake up, you haven't slept for long, only an hour and a half, but do you feel much better now?"

Masaharu picked up his coat and opened the car door neatly, making a gesture to leave, but Zhongyuan Zhong didn't stop him, just as if this forced encounter was finally coming to an end.

Then, he opened his eyes wide in a daze.

The white-haired young man knocked on the door of the passenger seat, and Zhong Yuanzhong also thought he had left something behind, but suddenly the other party reached out and grabbed his neck.

With a soft muffled sound, their foreheads bumped into each other. It didn't hurt, but it made Nakahara Chuya's mind go blank.

"I'm leaving."

Yaji said tenderly.

Without waiting for Zhong Yuanzhong to react, he took a few steps back, turned and walked away, leaving the red-haired boy raising his hand to touch his forehead in a daze.

What are you doing...?

Zhong Yuanzhong also felt that there was something he didn't understand clearly, and he was still breathless in his chest. He smashed his thigh, and the sound of a fool bird booing came from beside him.

"Oh~! It's a pity I didn't take a picture of it, Chuya, your expression just now was wonderful."

"Have you figured out his psychology? Why did he do this to me...to me?" Zhong Yuanzhong also gestured, "It's really inexplicable."

The voice actually sounded a little lost.

Stupid Bird held the steering wheel and started the car. He said in a leisurely manner, "I don't know, but he likes you very much. There won't be that kind of... just that kind of subtle magnetic field of attraction between you."

"You said something you didn't understand again."

"Haha, just kidding, let's go, it's almost twelve o'clock."

"..."

"Ah, that's right..." Nakahara Chuya suddenly said, "He forgot the rest of the children's set meal B for his brother, should I go after it?"

"It's so late, children may have diarrhea after eating cold fried goods."

"That's right."

"You solve it."

"I told you I don't like this kind of stuff..."

"Then see if there are poor homeless people on the side of the road, and take it as a good deed." The foolish bird grinned, "This is the precious kindness of the mafia—"

***

Yazhi walked aimlessly in the night, trying to figure out this strange process with his finally clear mind.

He met a child who was very similar to Lei in the hospital.

Judging from his face, the boy was undoubtedly tired, even his physical age was not much different.

The name Yazhi called out in a low voice did not arouse the suspicion of his parents. The man said in a daze, "Yes, yes, it is Lei. His name is Lei. He is only nine years old this year. Do you know him?"

"..."

He asked the questions by himself, but he was not in a hurry to find the answer. The man looked haggard, obviously anxious, but he still tried to behave as politely as possible. He seemed to be trying not to cause trouble to others, and set a good example for his children.

Yazhi took a deep breath at that time, and his voice was already very calm when he spoke again, "Come with me."

Tired disease is not included in Yazhi’s specialty. According to his parents, they went to many large and small hospitals, but the results were not satisfactory. This time, they were actually rejected, so they panicked in the corridor. Live in Masaharu.

They lack a bit of "status" and "relationship" in human society.

Some scarce resources are for a few people.

"This child has been looking at you. I don't know why... I'm sorry, I disturbed you." After calming down, the tired father realized that his actions were a little rude, "He likes you very much, maybe we are destined Bar."

This statement only seemed absurd to a stranger, especially an adult.

Masaharu turned his head, and the child in his mother's arms was really looking at him secretly, and when he met Masaharu's gaze, he hurriedly turned his face away.

Looks nervous and shy.

Then, he suddenly coughed violently, and his breathing became short and unsteady.

"Tired! Tired! Take a deep breath, yes... don't be afraid, take your time..." His mother patted him on the back, her eyes were full of distress and love.

This is the reunion of Yazhi and Leizai after several lifetimes.

Afterwards, Yazhi found a doctor and ward for them, and when they were really relieved to be alone with each other, Yazhi didn't know what to say to Lei.

——Because Tired's eyes are so innocent, it's not the nervous fifth who has gone through a hundred years.

Excitement and disappointment accumulated in Yazhi's heart at the same time, until the child took the initiative to pull his finger.

"What's your name?"

tired to ask him.

Yazhi replied softly, "My name is Yazhi."

"... Masaharu?"

Tired repeated it in a low voice, his pale face, which had almost lost its color, was filled with illusory panic, as if something that he wanted to hold tightly came out of his hand, and it seemed that there was something he had been searching for for a long time but could not find the answer.

Yazhi hurriedly approached him, "What's wrong with the name?"

"...It's just familiar."

Afflicted by illness since birth, he is not as lively as ordinary children, and he speaks weakly, "I used to dream."

"dream?"

"In the world of ice and snow, in the raging fire, the dream of infinite loss." Sensitive to the pain, he reached out and touched his chest, showing the confused and bitter expression Yazhi had seen countless times, "The result It's sad, so I'll never get out of that nightmare."

It is his weak and weak body every severe winter, it is the ice and snow that made Yazhi fall ill, it is the flame attached to the blade of the ghost-slaying boy, it is the endless hell that can never see the end, and he can only bear the pain of his soul soberly. Burning pain.

Yazhi touched his face, and it was cold as expected, "Why is it cold?"

"If you're in a bad mood, you'll be cold, and your limbs will feel cold." Tired said to him calmly, and he rubbed Yazhi's palm, "But your hand is very warm."

Yazhi carried him to the hospital bed. The facilities in the VIP room were very expensive, and the mattresses all had their own heating function. "It won't be cold anytime soon."

"I think so too." Lei said, "Because when I see you, I feel that everything is worth it, even if I die in my sleep, there is nothing to regret."

It's really not like what a simple child can say, Masaharu felt tired... very much like him who was reincarnated with memories.

In the early stage, he could only have a vague concept, and the flashing picture was a half-ignorant child.

And the day when I really remember the past will always come suddenly.

Tired... Is that the case too?

Yazhi was tucked into the quilt by Lei, "You will not die, Lei. How old are you now, you have a lot of time and life waiting for you."

Tired didn't respond to such reassuring words, having obviously heard countless times, "Will you cure me?"

"I will try my best to heal you."

Whether it is with the help of modern medical technology or those supernatural forces.

"Then, you can also run in the snow and have snowball fights."

Things that have not been tried are always longing, tired eyes lit up, "How do you know I like snow."

Masaharu smiled, "If I tell you, I will lose my sense of mystery."

Tired stared at him for a moment, his impartial gaze vaguely resembled the shadow of the last five.He said without warning, "Can you be my brother?"

"..." Yazhi froze, staring at him blankly, "Why do you think so?"

Tired shrunk into the cup, and said in a muffled voice, "If I become an older brother, I will be able to enjoy your preference and care openly and squarely."

This is obsession, but also regret.

Yazhi's heart began to beat very happily, and he happily pressed his tired forehead, "Okay."

***

Then, Masaharu was taken away by Saiki Kusuo's leaking power.

And his question about whether to reincarnate with his memory was also answered——

Beside him, a huge skull exuding a cold aura followed him closely.

"It's so indifferent. You haven't said a few words to me until now. I realized that there was an unexpected fluctuation in your soul, and I crawled out of hell to find you."

Darryl, the god of death, still said in that lazy tone, "The Chosen One sent you far away, and it took me a while to find you."

Yazhi stopped and turned to look at her, "Darryl, do you want to hear the truth or a lie?"

Darryl: "..."

She straightened her head, "Respect the gods, boy, you have been favored by the god of death."

Masaharu got goosebumps all over his body, "Although I vaguely guessed what you did to me, after all, I have the fifth life... But I am not used to you saying that, and I even suspect that you have been changed."

They have been against each other for many years, and they have been together for many years. Masaharu can't tell what kind of feelings he has for Death, and what is his relationship with her.

"Don't tell me we're friends."

"Friends are just the binding nouns you humans give to relationships. We can be former contractors, friends who have been in love for a long time, or companions and companions who are unilaterally entangled. You can understand it however you want. " Darryl seemed to be much smarter, and said a lot of twists and turns, "But it's true that I want to give you a favor."

"Don't you need my favor?"

"..."

Masaharu smiled, "Darryl, you're going to be cute."

"..."

Darryl cleared his throat pretentiously, "Have you figured out when to go back?"

The god of death who masters time and space is also good at traveling through time and space.

Masaharu lowered his gaze, "Wait a little longer."

He raised his head slightly and took a deep breath, "The air has become cooler, autumn is here."

"—that person is coming."

***

Verlaine.

If the course of things still develops as usual, the blond killing god will come to Chuya again and snatch away the person he cares about.

If Yazhi never knew, never participated in another world, he wouldn't be as restless as he is now.

In the next few days, Masaharu did not leave this world, nor did he leave Yokohama.

He guessed that Zhongye Zhongye's mobile phone number should not have changed, so he sent him a lot of threatening text messages anonymously. In Verlaine's tone, the lines were as follows.

[You are still confused about your life experience, my dear brother, I will find you soon and take you away. ]

Then Zhongyuanzhong also sent a message, [? ]

Chuya: [Masaharu? ]

Masaharu, who sent the message at the time, was stunned, and suddenly remembered the joke he had made against Zhong in the old world. When he mentioned "brother", Chuya must have thought of him immediately.

Masaji had no choice but to remedy, [Masaji, who is that?your brother? ]

[No, you will not have a brother, I am your relative, the only one of your kind in this world. ]

[My name is Verlaine, I am from France, and I am the brother who wants to let you fly freely. ]

Masaharu typed a lot, and finally said in French, [Wait for me, Chuya. ]

"You seem perverted, Yazhi." Darryl expressed contempt for his behavior, "I remember that Verlaine is still very charismatic, but you have washed his image into an idiot just by typing on your mobile phone to pretend."

"Anything is fine, as long as you can't bear it, just tell others."

Darryl tapped his index finger, "You mean the bandaged brat?"

"Dazai must have guessed that that shrewd guy smelled the crisis earlier than I did. He just wanted to do his best to protect the leader, and the flag would be a victim." Masaharu pulled out the temporary phone card, crushed it, and threw it away, "I just want to Zhong also made preparations, without me, Verlaine's first goal should be the flag meeting, if I'm not wrong, when they died, they were caught off guard just like I was back then."

With powerful abilities and sudden killing intent, his arrival is an unavoidable disaster.

On August 8, a special guest came to the store that Masaharu was staring at. He ordered a few birch branches, which are handsome and outstanding.

Verlaine.

Seeing that face again, Yazhi was extraordinarily calm, perhaps because of his different perspective from the past, he realized that Verlaine was not so tall that he couldn't be shaken.

As Masaharu expected, he has disclosed so much information with Zhongya, but there is still no movement at the port mafia.

They secretly and tensely welcome the arrival of the transcendent.

That night, Qihui died in the old world, and there was an extremely fierce fight.

Zhongyuan Zhong was not taken away by Adam either. He learned from Yaji's series of notices that he might lose something important tonight. Just in his imagination, Zhong felt that the air was so thick that it was suffocating.

They were playing billiards with the robot police officer Adam in the old world. Suddenly the doorbell rang, and Nakahara Chuya felt a burst of extreme tension and numbness. He walked over to open the door, and there was a person standing outside the door with a picture of a port mafia "postman" dress up.

[On August 8rd, I will approach you in a special capacity. ]

"boom!"

A shot went off.

The pianist pulled the trigger at Verlaine who was outside the door from a distance, and the rapidly spinning bullet precisely grazed Zhongye's neck and shot towards the heart of the blond man.

However, it stopped in the air, just so abruptly, covered by red light as if standing still.

This familiar ability made Zhong Yuanzhong kick it without hesitation.

enemy.

Their already clear enemy.

The battle was out of control, and the room that was filled with warmth and laughter just now burst into murderous aura.

Gravity crushes everything around it. As the leader of the young generation of port mafia, Qihui is not to be underestimated in strength, but facing the surpassers is like plasticine that is sent to death one by one.

Soon, the smoke of the battle filled the air, and Zhong Yuanzhong was also pressed to the ground, eagerly turning his eyes to look at his companions.

They were just celebrating his one-year anniversary with port mafia.

With the feeling that they must die, they still softly sent him gifts and blessings.

This battle to stop the transcendent had to be launched, but the large force at the port mafia was not ready yet. They were the first to prepare, and their chests were filled with sorrowful determination to welcome the arrival of the god of death.

But they are not reconciled, so they will use all their strength to resist the enemy who is about to kill them.

"Zhongye, your courage is commendable." Verlaine lowered his eyes, "But if you don't understand the opponent's strength and make a rash move, you will die. Fortunately, you met me."

"Go away!" Nakahara Zhongya roared, "I'm not your younger brother at all. I haven't seen you since I was a child. You suddenly appeared and broke my limbs in the name of my good. You are more ruthless than a beast. guy!"

"You are also crazier than beasts, but... what do you mean by breaking off your limbs? They are just your colleagues, right? Is your relationship so good? That's really bad."

Nakahara Chuya, who is bound by emotions, will not leave the port Mafia, will not leave Yokohama, and has no "freedom" at all.

Zhong Yuanzhong also fell silent for a moment.

In fact, he didn't know where the outrageously inflated anger came from, nor what the words he blurted out were about.

But as Verlaine said, he lost his mind like a beast.

"Zhongye..." Among the ruins, the dying idiot bird moved his upper body, "Go quickly..."

Fiasco.

But... everyone is still alive, because Chuya resisted extraordinarily fiercely, as if he was burning his own soul without regard for his life, Verlaine was frightened by him, so the killing move deviated from the route.

The pianist unexpectedly staggered the deadly attack with an incredible posture. The surgeon and the public relations officer, two people who were not suitable for fighting, disappeared at the beginning. They probably hid. The fool bird was only pressed by a heavy object. Such injuries Not life-threatening.

"But one or two mistakes is enough, and then you can't stop me, Chuya." Verlaine said.

Then there was a voice behind him that shocked him so much that his spine shivered.

"Really, no matter how you look at it, you in this period make me hate you so much that I want to punch you in the face dozens of times."

It was Chuya's voice.

But it seems not.

That voice was calmer than that of Zhong who was stepped on by him, with more ease, and more momentum that he could not ignore.

Verlaine turned his head and opened his eyes wide.

"Why... two Zhongye?"

Walking towards him slowly, the young man with every heavy step has the face of Chuya Zhongyuan.

But more mature.

He even wore Verlaine's familiar hat.

"Did you escape from the laboratory?" Verlaine asked subconsciously.

laboratory.

There is also a young man who is exactly the same as the Central Plains, but the other party has been soaking in a giant pipe filled with special liquids. If he loses those life-sustaining liquids, he will be backlashed by his own abilities, and he will be affected by gravity. He was pressed to the ground until his chest was crushed, his bones were broken, and he died in pain.

But the other party shouldn't be here.

The man in front of him was not the one in the lab.

Verlaine's eyes became serious, "Who are you?"

"Me? I'm Zhongye in the Central Plains." The red-haired young man curled his mouth, but it was full of fighting spirit and self-confidence. He took his hands out of his pockets and slowly took off his gloves. "There is still a chance to talk to you." Fighting makes all the cells in my body tremble, I don't know if I can shed your skin when I am facing you now."

what?

Zhong Yuan, who was lying on the ground, looked at the young man who was exactly like him in disbelief.

He has always had various speculations about his own life experience, and at this moment, he can't help but think——

Could it be that the other party is the main body and you are his copy?

This is also clear, so what is this, his body came to save him?

"What are you thinking, Chuya?"

While the two were skillfully and flexibly controlling gravity to fly into the sky, Zhongya Nakahara was helped up by Masaharu.

"... Masaharu?" Zhong Yuan, who was seriously injured, coughed twice, and called his name, "Why are you here?"

"Because I don't want you."

Yazhi moved his fingertips, and the beam not far away that held the fool bird tightly was broken into pieces, and the boy buried under it suddenly flew into the air. Looking at it himself, he could see that he was crushed by a The slender but tough silver-white silk thread was thrown out.

Zhong Yuanzhong was also a little confused by the sudden turn of the situation, "Is this your supernatural power?"

"Shhh, I can only use it for 10 minutes, so let me simply act handsome now." Masaru rubbed his forehead, "Because I can finally protect you."

At a high place, Zhong Yuan, who was wrestling with Verlaine, also shouted to Masaharu through the gap, "Masaharu Zhongyuan! You just stay here! Don't think about anything!"

Masaharu Nakahara?

Verlaine looked over suspiciously, who is this?There is no such person in the data.

This special surname can explain too many things. The red-haired boy froze. When everyone was fighting, he was still and connected many details together in his mind.

He thought of the white-haired young man talking about time travel like a dream.

I remembered the eerie sense of familiarity that I couldn't stop from the first time I saw him.

That's the way it is, no wonder Masaharu feels bad when he is staring at him.

Masaharu's eyes - very similar to him.

Akagi, persistent, tenacious, and gentle.

Central Plains also looked at Masaharu.

What he thought, the family members who taught each other well, could it be——

"Yes." Masaharu seemed to have the ability to read minds, "We are brothers."

Masaharu Nakahara raised his voice and shouted to his elder brother, "Chuya, I'm thinking too much, it was my idea to let Darryl get you here."

"That's enough, I'll just fight this guy!" Nakahara Chuya took a breath, "Where is Dazai, are you here!"

He wanted to get dirty.

"He should be nearby." Masaharu felt that Chuya knew this, "Chuya, are you going to start a direct war here?"

"Of course, is it possible to wait for two days?"

Yazhi stretched out his hand in front of him, the spider silk extending from his fingertips was stained with bright red blood, "Okay, here it is."

A hand was put on his arm, and the 16-year-old Nakahara Nakaya staggered up while supporting Masaharu, "What am I going to do?"

"You don't do anything." Yazhi said to him, "because I want to protect you."

"Don't say that kind of thing, I don't want to hear it." Zhongyuan Zhong also turned his head and laughed hoarsely, "I probably understand your brain circuit, you think that the elder brother should protect the younger brother, right? So you want to be my elder brother .”

"...In terms of age, I am indeed an older brother."

"You have to figure out one thing, Yazhi."

Masaharu blinked, and Nakahara also thumped his chest, took a deep breath to hold back the pain in his body,

"Brothers protect each other, even if I am a younger brother, I will protect you."

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