【Source Collection】Chaohua Collection

*Fireworks/Heavy Rain/Hair Dyeing/Tongue Nails

BGM: Black Tears

03

Tomorrow なんて来ないようにと

望った夜数え切れない

***

The eldest daughter of the Asakura family is very fond of Genji, and it can be said that she fell in love at first sight. After all, the second young master of the Shimada family is born with a good skin and knows how to please others.

From the bottom of his heart, Genji is not happy to be given the notoriety of being lazy, lazy, and ineffective, but he also extremely hates this way of contributing to the family-marriage in which everyone gets what he needs in transactions.

After all, the high-spirited young man always has an indomitable enthusiasm in his heart, and can't tolerate the slightest bit of treachery in the city.

He doesn't care about criticism or gossip, he can use his usual do-it-yourself to get rid of all entertainment.

But Hanzo wanted him to do the same.

He obediently did it.

In the cloudy sky with twilight, there is neither sunset nor sunset, and the cumulus clouds are curling up, and there is a lot of rain that is about to fall in the gray clouds.

There are boats in the river going upstream, and the orange bonfires illuminate the hulls of the boats, carrying people's prayers and memories, cutting through the water silently, and slowly following the invisible dead.

Today is the Tenjin Festival. Although the weather is unsatisfactory and gloomy, it does not spoil the interest of the tourists at all.

Genji walked slowly among the crowd in a dark gray bathrobe, and from time to time he lowered his head to talk to the petite and docile woman beside him.

Chao Cang Dengli was amused by his eloquent mouth, and walked beside him with small steps.

"Did you come to Tenjin Matsuri every year?"

"Of course, I won't miss any chance to join in the fun."

Around them were a few people from Asakura and Shimada's family who were in charge of security. Tourists looked back from time to time in the crowd.

"Who are you with?"

Asakura's voice was gentle but not soft, it came vaguely amidst the din of voices.

There was bursts of exclamation from the crowd, followed by the rumbling sound of fireworks exploding. Genji raised his head following the sound, and saw the colorful fireworks spreading out in the dark sky, lighting up the entire sky.

Before the age of 15, Hanzo would take him with him to every summer festival at the temple fair. He was just a thin and slender half-year-old boy at that time. Fireworks all over the night sky.

Hanzo has never been good at words, but Genji can always feel his silent doting on him.

He felt his sleeves tightened in the lamp, and he let out a small sigh of admiration. The girl's hands were slender and cold, and there was a soft touch through the cotton cloth.

It was completely different from a pair of calloused, knuckle-shaped, rough and hot palms.

Genji stared at the fireworks in a daze, and stopped talking for a moment.

Miss Asakura didn't know that Genji was preoccupied, and she didn't care about the answer he didn't give, she just looked around and saw the goldfish fisherman came out of the stall, so she reached out to find the corner of Genji's clothes.

Only then did Genji come back to his senses, scratched his head embarrassedly and smiled, and walked with her under the big red signboard.

"Miss, do you want to fish for goldfish? One hundred yuan once."

The team members following him went up to pay before Asakura could answer, the shopkeeper shut his mouth knowingly, his eyes were a little more timid, Asakura smiled apologetically, picked up the paper net to pocket the red White and white swimming fish.

The Genji gentleman standing beside him rolled up his sleeves for her, and watched as Miss Asakura fished out two red-striped goldfish with symmetrical patterns, the paper net finally broke open after wrapping the second goldfish , but luckily the fish fell into the water bag.

"Look, how alike they are."

Asakura smiled, his eyes were like crescent moons, bright and clear, and he happily showed Genji the water bag.

The two goldfish are like twins, the bright red markings are like blood stains, as if they will faint in the clear water in the next moment.

They chased each other's wing tails and swam, but they could only hover endlessly in the waves and could not get together.

"Give it to you, I can't take them home."

"I hope you can come to the temple fair with the person you like next time."

Genji saw the reluctance and regret in her eyes, and reached out to touch her soft curly hair.

Although he hated the collusion and communication between the families, it didn't affect his impression of Asakura in the slightest. He felt more like a kind of pampering for Asakura Dengri as an elder brother.

They are all just consumables that have no choice about their own birth, honed by the family into the most expected smooth shape, and then appear as pawns in the power struggle, and then exchanged and sacrificed, and finally become a flaunted figure one day when they become famous. Walking dead with honor first.

Shimada Genji believes that he has an inexhaustible blood and a life he hates to resist to the end, but there are always some people who cannot refuse, such as Asakura.

For example Hanzo.

He took the bag containing the goldfish and watched as a group of men in black left the temple fair with Asakura.

Genji raised his head to look at the dense black clouds that seemed so close at hand, the suffocating gray sinking down, blinding the light he could see.

Then, the first drop of rain fell, and it was falling on his eyelids, and the next fall was like a teardrop.

The sound of the taiko drums echoing the lion dance, the laughter of everyone talking, the loud noise of fireworks burning, and the sound of falling rain all became unreachable and indistinct, as if they had all escaped his ears and escaped into other places. .

04

When Genji returned home, the sky was completely dark, and the rain was not light, but it was not enough to make a sound, it only made him a little wet.

The cloud-like cherry blossoms in the courtyard were drenched by an incomprehensible rain, piled up next to the flying stones, and crushed together with the soil. Although the pink and white petals were stained with filth, they unexpectedly had a decadent and dilapidated beauty. .

Genji took off his clogs and walked into the tea room, the raindrops falling from his body dripped onto the ground along the wet hem of his clothes, leaving water marks all the way.He reached out and wiped his short black hair, which was somewhat wet, and combed it behind his head.

There was no servant in the house, and his elder brother was nowhere to be seen.The child sacrifice is approaching, and Hanzo, as the descendant of Shimada who inherited divine power and dragon control first, should take on the responsibility of the chief priest. He is now negotiating with the elders of his family about related matters.

A few days ago, after Genji became more intimate with Hanzo on the night of Hanzo's birthday, Hanzo no longer deliberately avoided him, but he did not have any intention of actively getting close to him either.

In fact, Genji was satisfied with this, he didn't want to go any further, and even violated his elder brother.

He also never went to a street again, and he never hung out with his friends, prostitutes and dancers.

He stepped on the floor and walked through the dim corridor, passing the doors and candles that were opened one by one, passing through the quiet and cold rainy night in the courtyard, and stopped in front of the door at the end of the corridor, and saw the scene inside through the gap.

White mist rose in the room, and the aroma of heavy sandalwood filled the air. Among them was a person wearing a pure white hunting suit, holding a longbow, with a ferocious energy face, dragon horns, and big fangs, following the established dance steps with a single eye. moving.

Genji stood silently in front of the door with a bag containing water and a pair of goldfish in his hand, watching his elder brother practice the sacrificial Kagura.

Hanzo's muscular arms were faintly exposed from the fluttering sleeves. He tightly held the bow in his hand and danced. Every movement suppressed the strength of Canfa, more like wrestling with invisible things in the air.

When he raised his head, he could see his resolute chin. The smooth curve spread all the way to his neck, and the veins were also faintly visible.

Genji let out a breath, the rainwater slid down the ends of his hair into the pinna, and he stepped into the room.

Hanzo suddenly turned around and charged at him with the bow in his hand, Kankan landed on his shoulder, almost breaking his neck.

The black-haired young man stood motionless in front of his brother, staring into the brown eyes behind his mask, and stretched out his hand to remove the end of Hanzo's bow on his shoulder.

"Why are you back?"

The young master of the Shimada family didn't intend to take off the mask, and the voice was muffled in the face, which was strange and familiar.

"You should accompany Ms. Asakura to the temple fair."

Genji took two steps closer, and stood in front of Jianchang, who was already half a head taller than Hanzo.

"Are you blaming me, brother?"

"Are you blaming me for not doing my duty, or for not being with you?"

Hanzo looked at him, and answered calmly, "You're misinterpreting me."

As soon as he finished speaking, he turned around and prepared to put down the longbow in his hand.

Genji took advantage of the situation and hugged his elder brother from behind, trying to warm the cold and hard rock with the moist heat, he put down the bag in his hand, and stretched his hands along the edge of the robe in an unscrupulous way.

He often caresses his elder brother's body in this way recently, counting his ribs and heartbeat, and then passing through his muscles and bones, greedily sniffing the sandalwood on his body.

Hanzo was restraining his face trembling, he tried his best to pretend he didn't care every time, but he knew that no one could be fooled.

Genji's dexterous fingers rubbed against his nipples until they stood upright and swollen, and he used his five fingers to rub the abnormally developed chest muscles that had been practiced in archery all the year round.

"Stop..."

There are dim candle lights in the four corners of the huge room, and a huge calligraphy and painting with the words "Dragon Head and Snake Tail" hangs on the wall.

"Leave with me, brother."

"Go to the temple fair with me like before, anywhere in the world, there are only you and me, no one can find us, and the Shimada family has nothing to do with us anymore."

Before he could finish his sentence, Hanzo turned around and slapped his younger brother hard like a dragon whose scales had been touched. He slapped Genji so hard that the skin on the corner of Genji's mouth was cut, and he was stunned into bloodstains by the rain.

"Don't let me hear that again."

Hanzo's gaze was as sharp as a knife's blade, nailing on the face of his unrepentant brother.

"The tasks in the group are about to come down, and you can't turn back after you get blood on your hands."

Genji said indifferently to the slap, he pressed his tongue against his cheek, the outside was throbbing like a scald.

"Do you think you can turn back now?"

Hanzo stood up, never taking off his hideous mask, the rain outside the house was getting heavier and heavier, and the sound of raindrops hitting the branches and leaves came into the house.

The Second Young Master looked up at his indifferent elder brother for a while, then stood up as well: "At least your heart is fine."

He reached out to uncover a corner of Hanzo's mask, exposing the familiar plump lips and kissed it.

Sure enough, the kiss was pushed away by Hanzo within ten seconds of falling. He was afraid that if he continued to entangle with his younger brother, it would be out of control, so he hurriedly opened the door and fled.

Genji stood alone at the door, and there was only a dark rain curtain outside.He stretched out his hand to touch his lips, and whatever pain or tenderness remained was given by his elder brother.

He looked down and saw the goldfish at his feet, and wanted to put them into the glass fish tank on the stage, but he hesitated.

At least set them free.

06

Pain is everywhere.

And what is more permanent and sharper than pain is that waiting with expectations is everywhere.

***

The season is like the rainy season, the rain has not stopped for several days, but it has intensified, and the cherry blossoms at Shimada's residence are almost gone.

Shimada Genji wanted to release the two fish after the rain stopped.But he never waited for such a day. He has never been a patient person, so he took the fish tank out on a rainy day.

The Second Generation Ancestor has always been indifferent to the affairs of the group. He passed by people with unfamiliar faces, walked through the corridor and courtyard, and met a few familiar people at the main entrance.

He stood under the canopy of stars and stopped in his tracks, the lightning that flashed across his eyes made his eyes pale, and a deafening thunder came down after the lightning above his head.

The door of the mansion was wide open, and a group of people in black suits surrounded his elder brother and walked into the vestibule. Those people were more or less stained with blood, and they were drenched by the downpour of rain.

Wherever they went, they left scarlet marks on the ground, like a group of ghosts crawling out of hell to seek their lives.

Hanzo was also wearing a pure black suit, with loose black hair, and he walked under the umbrella expressionlessly, holding a Taidao in his hand, with wet blood stains on it.

Genji didn't care about holding an umbrella, and walked straight into the rain curtain with the fish tank in hand, and stopped on the only way Hanzo must pass.

The torrential rain drenched his black hair and pressed it against his forehead. The rainwater merged into countless streams and flowed down like tears.

"Where have you been, bro."

The heavy rain made his face ache, Genji half-opened his eyes and said.

Shimada Hanzo, who was well-groomed under the umbrella, looked at his drenched younger brother indifferently, and after a moment of silence, Hui replied hoarsely: "The Asakura family."

"This is the decision of the group, don't talk too much."

Hanzo avoided Genji's stunned eyes that almost forgot his anger

The black-haired young man in front of him was like a extinguished charcoal fire, even the lingering smoke of rage had dissipated, leaving only the bottomless darkness in his eyes, looking at the elder brother in front of him.

All the persuasion and entreaties can't make Hanzo change his mind, Hanzo has long been the sword of the Shimada family.

As if suddenly enlightened, all the fantasies he had had, the fantasies that were as gentle as water, evaporated away, leaving only rough and dry residue.

It was desire, tormenting him like hunger.

He let go of the fish tank and smashed it on the stepping stone, smashing it to pieces. A pair of red-striped goldfish struggled in the rain, moving their mouths desperately but still unable to absorb oxygen.

"It's time for you to recognize your identity, Second Young Master, this is not the time for you to be willful."

The elderly elder at the side spoke coquettishly, and then led Hanzo along the corridor and slowly walked into the inner hall.

The sky was dark and gloomy, and the inner hall was not lit, making it look unpredictable and deep.Genji, who was left hanging in the rainstorm, froze in place, watching the group of people walk into the abyss.

07

Genji disappeared from his family again, and there were rumors that he had returned to the custom shops, restaurants, and video game shops in Yibangai, but Hanzo had no time to take care of it.

Since officially carrying out the task for the family, his resolute and ruthless methods have quickly become famous, making all groups start to fear the young master who has shown his sharpness in the Shimada family, and start to seek cooperation or rely on him.

Hanzo can understand his younger brother. After all, even though he hates family transactions, he still obeys the order to make friends with the eldest lady of the Asakura group, hoping to find a compromise with the family.

But in the end, it was discovered that this was not even a deal, but a dirty and ugly conspiracy.

What's more, it was his elder brother whom he adored and admired personally who broke his trust and sincerity to ashes.

On the first day after Yin Yu finally ended, Hanzo, who had dealt with the chaos, returned home, but walked into Genji's dormitory by a strange coincidence.Standing in the courtyard, he smelled strongly of blood

The room was empty, and no one had returned for a long time.

Hanzo twirled the bangs on both sides of his face with his hands, and the strands of black hair were all glued into strands with blood, motionless in the wind.

He stopped by the washbowl, bent down to wash the blood on his hands, and was washed away by the spring water after a while, but the lingering stench still enveloped him.

He frowned, took off the blood-stained feathers and threw them on the ground.

The courtyard was silent, there was no rain and no eyesight today, since Genji didn't come home very often, even the chirping of birds and insects disappeared along with him.

***

Since the day of the rainstorm, Shimada Hanzo saw his younger brother again, and as expected, he was staring at Kabuki.

Because of the social gathering with the Sakata group, he attended and accompanied him as the young master on behalf of the daimyo.He neither dislikes nor loves this kind of feasting and sex scene, after all, it is just an indispensable link in the business field.

Hanzo walked carelessly in the corridor, passing by drunken guests and tricksters with heavy makeup from time to time.

He suddenly heard the laughter of Ranxi, he stopped and looked sideways, and saw the familiar figure Genji sitting in the room drinking heavily in the open door, surrounded by a few beautiful prostitutes.

His younger brother hadn't seen him for a few days, and he became more and more strange and terrifying. Genji dyed his black hair into a dazzling green, leaving only an arrogant and arrogant smile on his face. He was no longer gentle, but it made all the women around him tremble. Fascinated and flocked to.

Perhaps it was the tacit understanding of the blood, Genji quickly noticed his brother standing outside the door, he raised his head and looked over, his eyes were like torches, and Hanzo had nowhere to hide.

There was only a flash of surprise in Genji's eyes, and then he smiled maliciously. He opened his mouth slightly, revealing the silver nail on his tongue, and lowered his head to kiss the woman in his arms.

Everything fell into the eyes of the young master of the Shimada family, he lowered his eyes, neither blamed nor scolded, only turned around and continued to move forward under the urging of others in the group.

There is only a paper door between him and Genji, but after the eyes are staggered, they become thousands of doors.

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"Tomorrow なんて来ないようにと

wish っ た night number え cut れ な い"

"Black Tears"

"Pain is everywhere.

And what is more permanent and sharper than pain is that waiting with expectations is everywhere. "

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