[Tutor Squalo] Moon and Shark

He thought of many ways for Luna to die, and listed many possible reasons for her death, including to protect a garbage pet, a garbage human, or even to protect her entire bookshelf. She is very likely risk your life.that idiot.

The only thing he didn't think about was that she would die in an inexplicable accident, just like those unlucky trash in the newspaper, and became a sad and ridiculous topic of conversation.

...Why, what is the reason?Why did she leave his world in this way, and what was he angry about, what was his breathing heavy for?What is the reason for all this?

Squalo always thought that that idiot Luna might die in a family fight, or she might be inexplicably soft-hearted in a certain mission and make herself unlucky, just like that time when she went crazy and let that one go after watching a movie. Garbage vase girl, let yourself become bruised and bruised.He was almost pissed off by her that time. He knew she was an idiot but he didn't know that she could be so idiot. Not only was she an idiot, but she also acted like a baby in the hospital and asked for ice cream and KFC—where could he buy her that kind of foreign rubbish?

He didn't want to admit that when she tilted her head and took small bites of the ice cream he bought, her cautious and cherished appearance really made him very happy.Even though he knew she was injured—the wound he had left with his own hands—he licked it so carefully, he still couldn't help being happy.Even he himself didn't understand, since he regarded her as his own property early on, since he felt she belonged to him from the very beginning, why when she shook her head to show that she was no longer angry with him, when she started to smile at him Sometimes, he will feel that the whole heart is so full that it is about to float up, like a stupid colorful balloon?

If he had always "owned" her, what was the difference between before and after?What exactly does he want?

what he wants...

He still remembers how Luna was when she was a child.She squatted by the river alone and cried out of breath, and wrote an epitaph for a dog in crooked Italian.Noisy.so stupid.Stupid.Several years later, he found out that there was a brand of TOTO bathroom, so he thought, does Luna know that she named her beloved dog a toilet?Sure enough, a fool.

He remembered her outline.The hair is messy, and the little one is thin, but when it cries, it seems to be able to disturb the whole forest, and it can also boil the small river next to it.He always felt that he was kind enough to kill her without seeing her face to face, but later Luna always insisted that he couldn't kill her.She said he wanted to kill her in the first place.

is that so?Was there something he might have wanted to do but not be able to do?He was always suspicious of it.Well, even if she was right, even if that time—the only time—he really wanted to kill her seriously, but after that, there was never a single time when he really wanted to kill her with the sword. stab into her heart.As threatening as he is every time, he's really... just talking.He knew he wouldn't do that.

A long time ago—probably not long after she finished crying for the first silly dog—he decided that he wanted to keep looking at her.He had never seen such a person... Never had such a person in his world: possessed the power that he had to admit, but didn't care about the glory that this power represented.On the contrary, she always cares about unimportant things, even a fish jumping out of the water is more attractive to her than a promise about the future; she likes flowers, cute and stupid animals, delicious food especially sweets, naive As weak as an ordinary person, but able to fight against the famous mafia for all those insignificant things, even if she was beaten up and hanged upside down all night, she didn't care.She will do it again next time.

Every time she was unlucky, he thought, has this idiot learned his lesson this time?She won't be so stupid next time, will she?As long as she is willing to recognize the reality, accept her great power and the glory of being a mafia, as long as she is willing to let go of those insignificant things, she will never make herself so miserable again.

Then he gradually realized that that "next time" might never come.She will always hold on to her insignificant things, no matter how miserable she is, she will persist stubbornly.It was like an unspoken and never-quitted declaration of war, silently saying: No matter what you mafia plan to do, you can't change me.

The kind of insistence that would rather die on the wall than change herself seems to be called another kind of strength; although it is just a stupid and meaningless stubbornness, it also separates her from other weak people. Differentiating from boring garbage.It was like finding a rare flower, and he was very curious. While commenting on this flower, pointing and saying that according to your growth method, it will wither sooner or later, and at the same time hurriedly put this unique flower in his own territory. He declared that the flower belonged to him from now on, and no one else was allowed to interfere with his flower.

This is the first flower he discovered, and of course it belongs to him: she is his flower, so he has to see for himself how long she can bloom, and whether she will wither as he thought.

He kept looking at her and at his own flowers; before he knew it, he couldn't help stretching out his hand to shield his flowers from the wind and rain.From sporadically a few times, to doing this all the time, and later, even those kittens, puppies, and goldfish that she cares about, as long as he sees them, he can't help but take care of them together.He didn't want to see her crying because her pet was killed, she was so sad that she insisted on refusing to kill those ungrateful garbage.That idiot was really loud and ugly when he cried.

Then once, he went to find her.By then she had moved into an apartment with warm lights floating around, useless gadgets everywhere, and even a baby horse that only children could play with.Sometimes he walked through the door, sometimes jumped through the window, and when he walked through the window, he would land on the side of the wooden horse.That time he almost stepped on the wooden horse, and almost crushed the stupid wooden horse flat in anger, but saw her staring at him with wide eyes, with "I will fight you if you dare to step on it" clearly written on her face.

He abruptly withdrew the energy he was about to kick out.It's not that he's afraid of her, but that if she gets angry at this time, she probably won't sleep with him, so what's the point of him coming here?He is not a pervert, he is not interested in that kind of tasteless rape/rape; he just likes her wrapping his neck around his neck, her legs climb up to cater to him actively, and when he is emotional, he will call his name, intermittently like The honey that melts in the high temperature flows drop by drop.

He thought resentfully, it's okay to be patient, anyway, he always has to endure all kinds of stupid behaviors and tempers of hers.Then he did it a few times to his heart's content, and after the last time, he wrapped her in his arms and buried his face in the faint fragrance of her hair.She wanted to take a bath, but he refused to let her go, and she didn't get angry, so she took out some book by the bed and started to read.

"...'You are beautiful, but you are hollow; no one can die for you. Of course, my roses may look like you to a passer-by. But to me, she is just a flower. , is more important than all of you, because she is my rose." So he went back to the fox and said goodbye to him. The fox said, "Goodbye, the secret I want to tell you is simple-only with heart, can See clearly. What is essential is invisible to the naked eye.'”

"...it is the time you spend with your rose that makes her so important."

She curled up in his arms, reading in a low and soft voice, just like the night gradually falling outside the window.Then she asked how it was, was she very touched.

He frowned, and asked, "Where's the rose of the little trash prince? Where did he throw it away?"

"Stay on his planet," she said.

He was very disdainful: "Trash, idiot."

She turned over in his arms, still not angry, just looked at him with wide eyes, curiously asking why.

"Of course you have to take your own things with you," he said, "or else don't leave at all. Indecisive little trash prince."

She seemed to think that the term "Little Trash Prince" was very funny, and she couldn't stop laughing, then she rubbed her eyes and said, but the little prince's flower said that she would die if she left that planet.

He stared into her eyes and said, "Then destroy her before leaving. My own things must be held in my hands even if I die."

She curled her lips, rolled her eyes at him, and said that you are an uneducated, stupid shark, and will never read to you again.He raises an eyebrow for retort, but then realizes she's saying "read to you"—read to him.

His whole heart suddenly softened.

When he came out of the shower, the idiot had already fallen asleep on the bed.When she slept, she often turned to one side and curled up tightly, but that day, for some reason, she was lying on the bed with her quilt on her side, her head tilted to one side, and she slept deeply, with a faint smile on her face.

When he came back to his senses, he had been watching her from the sidelines for a long time.At that time, the sky had completely darkened, and the lights in the room had completely turned into warm colors; everything was in the warmth, and her face was also quiet in the warmth.He looked at her for a long time, and then, for reasons he didn't quite understand, he bent down and kissed her lightly on the lips.

At that moment he actually felt nervous.What is he nervous about, he himself feels absurd and at a loss; they started going to bed at the age of 16, and he didn’t feel nervous at that time, there was only excitement and a sense of accomplishment from being satisfied with his possessive desire—what’s wrong with him hugging his flowers , It's just a matter of course - he still remembers some sporadic thoughts at that time, he thought that this idiot who hadn't seen him for two years actually had a good figure, and wondered why her face was still so childish, like a child.Afterwards, some people did use this to tease him, saying that he had a special taste, and of course he taught them a lesson.

They have long been extremely familiar with each other's bodies.So why... He kissed her secretly and gently, and was nervous that she would find out about this move?

What did he want... exactly?

She murmured a few times in her sleep, a few meaningless syllables, but it startled him.He stared at that face, but found that her face gradually had the charm of a mature woman.He suddenly remembered that she had protested angrily, saying that her appearance was normal, and that all orientals were like this, and it was obvious that westerners were too mature in appearance.He had laughed at her then, but now he felt that maybe it was true.Otherwise, why would he kiss her cheek again?

He thought at the time, what did she say last time, marriage requires a wedding, right?Sure enough, you are an idiot, always paying attention to small details that are not important.With or without a wedding, she was his.But since she wants a wedding, give her a wedding.When she was 25 years old, the age when she wanted to get married, he would patiently imitate the boring behavior of those trash men, waiting on the lawn for her to come over in a white wedding dress, put a ring on her, and kiss her in full view she.Even if he will be laughed at by his colleagues - he will definitely be ridiculed to death by the group of Balians - it doesn't matter.It's just a wedding, as long as she likes it.

Since when did it become like this?Since when did he think that he was just watching how a strange flower withered, but in the end he anxiously wanted to protect her in his arms and prevent her from dying for another insignificant reason?Since when did he always couldn't help caring about her preferences and speculating on her mood?What drove him to go to her whenever he was free, even if he didn't do anything, just watch her study quietly?

One day... when she was still angry with him because of the computer, it was useless for him to explain to her, and it was not even easy to see her; this is the case with space powers, if she is really unhappy If you see him, you can really prevent him from finding him.

one day.He watched her walk past with a flick of her head, and then looked at him like a good show no matter how others thought about it.He was so annoyed, thinking it wasn't for Pengelie, the family members couldn't fight among themselves, so he simply drew out his sword and chopped up all the rubbish.That day, a man who was very popular with women asked, Squalo, why don't you coax your lover.

"... Coax?" He was shocked, like listening to the Arabian Nights.

"Give her jewelry and perfume, take her to the best place in a high-end restaurant, order a tiramisu for her, and tell her Tiamo."

The colleague with a frivolous smile said, you never said it, no wonder Lyn is always angry with you, a man like you who has no interest and doesn't know how to please women, only Lyn will like it.

He was in shock until the next day.Until she lowered her eyes in the hospital and said softly that she was no longer angry, at that time, he still remembered that method, but he still didn't put it into practice.

Only one day, he brought her a tiramisu.He often brings her food because she always wants to eat.But that tiramisu was special.

He didn't say anything, and she ate with her head sullen, as if she didn't notice anything wrong.On the one hand, he breathed a sigh of relief, feeling that there was really no need to say such sticky trash talk, but on the other hand, he became inexplicably angry, staring and wondering whether he should yell or not.

Then she just laughed.

She asked, "Why did you give me tiramisu?"

"...Give it away!! There are so many reasons!! Just eat it, you fool who only thinks about eating! Hey, did you hear—what are you laughing at!"

She slightly bent her eyes and said something softly.

At that moment, he knew that he had stopped breathing.

"Say it again," he whispered.

She nodded solemnly and said what she just said was that the tiramisu was delicious.He asked a few more times, but she still insisted.No matter what, he couldn't get her to say it a second time, and he suddenly became irritable, and wanted to fight her as usual.

As a result, at that time, she laughed again.It's that smile.The eyes are slightly bent, the corners of the lips are slightly pursed, and the smile is soft and innocent.

"I will always have tiramisu from now on," she said, "This is my favorite."

He clenched his hands tightly and then loosened them, sweating a little inexplicably, like nervousness and joy.

"Okay." He said, "Got it! Luna, you fool, you will ask for food!"

……good.knew.Fool.

Then, there is no "later tiramisu".He never even had the chance to give away a second piece of tiramisu.

He imagined many causes of death for her, and he made countless prophecies about death for her.From being simply curious about how she would wither, to the end when he didn't want her to wither, none of his predictions related to her came true during this period, except for death itself.

– It is the time you spend with your rose that makes her so important.

what he wants.what he expected.He almost got it once.He was nervous and happy about it.

What exactly is that?

She used to read to him.

— "'Yes, I love you,' said the flower to him, 'but through my fault you don't know anything about it. It doesn't matter anymore. But you are as stupid as I am. Try to be happy Son...forget about the cover. I don't need it.'"

Among them, who is that stupid flower?This question... is really difficult to answer.

"Trash Shark, you finally walked out of that dark room, did you decide to die?"

"Hey—who is going to die, bastard BOSS!! Didn't I say that I will make you Judaime!! Just wait and see!!"

"Hmph, that look... it's like you're dead. Rubbish."

—Yes, I love you.But that doesn't matter anymore.

No more chance.

The author has something to say: I am trapped to death, but as expected, the extra episode is the driving force...

Review back and forth tomorrow!

The key to Squalo is that he doesn't understand and has no chance to understand love. "But through no fault of mine, you know nothing about it."

...Oh, I will delete the "sweet" in the copy tomorrow, thank you Dakar...