【Light Cut】Story of O

At 0:01, Onikiri woke up from the dream of a young figure falling into the sea of ​​flames, and he shouted out because of too intense heart palpitations: "No! Don't!"

Minamoto Raimitsu who was standing by his side immediately hugged him into his arms, but he tightly clenched the front of his bathrobe, "Sir! He's dead! O, O he—" Onikiri trembled all over, staring like a deer The big eyes looked at Minamoto Raikou from bottom to top, and the constricted pupils were filled with panic like the end of the world, "Sir! I, O—uh! No, no... woo... Yes, it is one, I , my, my friend... my friend fell, fell into...! He, he seems to be gone..."

Minamoto Raimiko stared at his flustered crimson pupils, seemed to purse his lips before softly saying: "Calm down, Onikiri. What made you come to this judgment? You might just have a nightmare." The man caressed the boy's At the back of his neck, the palms of his hands stroked down his spine, as if he was repairing his wounds, and at the same time seemed to be giving him solid support. "The friend you mentioned, do I know him? If necessary, I can mobilize people to help you find and confirm his or her safety. But I suggest that you try the existing communication methods at hand to get in touch with him .”

"Calm down, my husband... I'm still by your side." Minamoto Raimiko's calm tone was like the anchor of a ten-thousand-ton ship. He sat on the edge of the bed and let Onikichi get into his arms like a tearful puppy. , encircled his left hand wearing a wedding ring, like a drowning person holding a piece of driftwood tightly, breathing shortly in panic, "Ghost cut, don't panic when things happen, and focus on thinking about countermeasures. You still have a long way to go to grow up , will definitely encounter more such things in the future. How about treating this as a necessary experience?"

After listening to her husband Shen Ding's comfort, Onikiri blinked away the tears from the corners of his eyes. He slowly looked up, looked at Minamoto Raimitsu, held back the hiccups of tears, and muttered in a low voice: "Okay, sir... I want to use my mobile phone , can you temporarily avoid it?"

Minamoto Raimitsu nodded slightly, and handed Onikiri's mobile phone whose call records had been deleted by him to his little husband, and Onikiri took the phone, climbed out of his arms, and nervously pressed his thumb towards the home button —— "I'm right outside the door." Minamoto Raimitsu walked out of the bedroom, closed the door behind his back, leaving the necessary privacy and respect to Onikiri.

"Thank you sir." Even though Onikiri murmured like this, he kept his eyes on the screen. He just wanted to call O for six zeros, but found that he received a short message at 0:00 with the sending number "000000". for:

Onikiri, I'm home, everything is fine.

I have completed my mission, and the rest is up to you.

tell sir i

The signature of this short message is "O", which is obviously a farewell letter from the older man.But Onikiri looked at O's peaceful and satisfied words, the words exuding the stability and majesty of the elders, and the words that placed infinite hope on the young him, the intense heartbeat not only did not calm down, but became more turbulent—— He thought What I don't understand is, if O is trying to report that he is safe, why does his last sentence have no beginning and no end? O was so anxious, so sloppy, and so in a hurry before sending the message?Signing without even writing the last sentence?What was forcing him, urging him, threatening him, which caused him to not finish writing the last sentence he wanted to tell Minamoto?

Onikiri is very clear that although they are different bodies with the same heart, O's affection for "Mr. Raimitsu" is far greater than his. If O wants to ask him to convey the last words to Minamoto Raimitsu, how can he just write half of it and close the pen? , Signed hastily and hastily?His heart to save and protect Minamoto Raikou was so brave, and after "I" could be "love him", "don't regret it", "fulfill the promise"... But O suddenly stopped, as if the revenge of fate With a comeback, the side knife of beheading is about to fall, and the god of death who drove him to the underworld even deprived him of the right to confess at the end of his life, and only gave him a white lie and a false time of peace...

Then he died in the name of "O".It's like a small hibiscus tree being engulfed by a prairie fire, and its strength is gone in the thick smoke, turning into ashes; it's like a warrior dying on the battlefield, his face is completely changed and his body is shrouded in horse leather. Even the lord does not know where to find him.

"Oh, why? Are you really...really dead? Because of the killers sent by the executive department, those EXEs? Or...you just left, left my time and space, and returned to your hometown..." Onikiri said heavily Choking, frantically touching the screen, making calls, trying the same number repeatedly: "000000" - "000000" - "000000" - "000000" - "000000" - "000000" -

But the reply he got has always been: "The number you dialed is an empty number, please check and then dial." - "The number you dialed is an empty number, please check and then dial." - "The number you dialed It is an empty number, please check and dial again."——

He is young and young, after all he is not O, he has not tried 120 times three times before he lowered his hand, allowing the phone to slip between his fingers and fall into the soft bedding. "Oh...you're just like that, you're not here yet. But I, I..." He curled up on the bed, curled up into a lonely ball, buried his head in his knees, and the corners of his red eyes were constantly washed by weak sobs , "What should I do, O? I haven't thanked you, I haven't made a promise to you, I haven't confessed to you, and told you that I'm scared... I'm so afraid that I will live up to your expectations, so scared Years later, I am still not capable enough, and I have lost your most cherished Mr. Lai Guang."

Onikiri grabbed his black hair and dug into his scalp with his fingertips, bringing a tingle that didn't bleed, "If I really confess to you, will you be disappointed in me, O? I'm too timid, my heart Not tough enough at all, if you were me, you wouldn't be so afraid." He clenched his teeth in self-torting regret, and smelled a sweet smell from his lips, "Damn it, why did you just leave like that? I There are still many things I want to ask you, about sir, about five years later, about you. You are so powerful and omnipotent. I envy you and envy you. Why don't you stay a few more days, O? You really Did you get killed, or, did you really return to your time and space..."

Guiqie didn't want his cowardly crying to be heard by Yuan Laiguang outside the bedroom. He stretched out his hands, covered the lower half of his face tightly, blocked all the sobs in his throat, and blocked all the tears between his fingers, as if compromising with Tranquility , will be able to maintain a strong appearance that everything is fine.

However—"Dongdong", "Onikiri? If you keep crying like this, I'm going to break into the door."

Onikiri hiccupped loudly in fright. While blinking, he was annoyed that he still underestimated his elderly husband too much. He didn't expect that Minamoto Raimitsu was like a white crane guarding chicks, quietly Waiting at the edge of the nest, not leaving for a moment, ready for the next attack, it is so sensitive that the grass and trees are like soldiers.

"I, I'm fine! Don't worry, sir." Onikiri quickly wiped away the teardrops from the corners of his eyes and the tear stains under his eyes with the back of his hand, trying hard to blow all the snot back, and said with a nasal voice and milky voice: "I I can’t get in touch with my friend, he must have gone to a far away place...Although he has a bad temper, is self-willed, doesn’t care much about my thoughts, and spends very little time with me, but he has helped me a lot He is my friend, but also my teacher... I regret that I didn't say goodbye to him formally, and I didn't thank him seriously. Sir, if you were my friend, you would think I was very sorry Is it plausible?"

Across a bedroom door, Minamoto Raikou's voice was like a lighthouse jellyfish rising from the bottom of the sea, possessing the stabilizing power that can deter time and reverse fate: "No. In my opinion, only forgetting can bring farewell, and friends will Stay away, but friendship will not. Onikiri, if you really thank your friend, you should keep your promise, do what you say, live up to his efforts and expectations, and remember everything he has done for you.”

The young man quietly listened to his husband's words, blinking his eyelashes slowly, from vaguely understanding to suddenly realizing, as if a beam of clear light suddenly greeted the dark sea of ​​heart. "I...I understand, sir. I will always respect my friend, but I will no longer rely on him. I will inherit his wish, catch up with him, surpass him, and realize his unfinished dream."

The boy quietly closed his eyes and took a deep breath.It was as if the water in his heart had receded, revealing a whole magnificent iceberg, which seemed to be an isolated island that remained in his body for a long time, and he used the purest spirit to refract the light out of the core of the rainbow - he swore to himself: he would not lose to O .

His love for Mr. will not lose to O.

His sharpness and toughness will not lose to O.

Even if five years later, new evil spirits appear that O failed to eradicate, he has nothing to fear!Five full years, isn't it enough for him to sharpen his blade and kill all evil for his husband?Not only that, but he has to race against time to use these five years to correct Minamoto's "distortion": he will change Minamoto's bad habits of being overconfident, shouldering heavy burdens alone, and unwilling to rely on others, and he will personally let him The husband was amazed at his rapid growth, maturity, and the fulfillment of his vows.

Even if five years later, the malice of fate that was originally scattered by O reunites, he has nothing to be afraid of!The big deal is that he will open O's collection of stories that have been dusty for five years, and he will pick up the paintbrush that O used to use, and he will take over O's reincarnation and become the new "O".

He is willing to use his loyal soul as a pole and blood as ink to write a new chapter, so that "O's story" can continue until he truly saves the glory that all "O"s are chasing together——

"Mr. Laiguang!"

The boy jumped out of bed, rushed to the bedroom door, opened it and threw himself into Minamoto's arms, wrapping his arms around his waist again. "I will not lose to anyone, I will be responsible to my husband, I am the most reliable husband, I will definitely protect my husband!"

The wedding ring on the ring finger of his left hand will be clasped on Minamoto's spine. Even through the heavy clothing, the heat of his tough heart can still be felt, like a sharp knife through the scabbard. Beating the pulse of utter loyalty, and reshaping the flames in the hearts of young teenagers like a famous sword handed down from generation to generation, it will surely cleanse endless evil thoughts with a will of no regrets.

The boy's furious anger made the man couldn't help curling his mouth. He held the boy's cheeks, bent his upper body towards him, first touched the boy's white forehead with his lips, kissed the wet mole under his eyes, and then turned his head slightly. The bridge of his nose, kissed the corner of his mouth, and finally whispered to his little husband's earworm: "Do you want to protect me so much, my husband...then I will make you my samurai, my Onikiri."

His Onikiri looked up at him and smiled, and Lang Lang's reply was like the clang of knives: "Yes, my lord, my master, my husband!"

"I, Onikiri, will definitely become your mighty blade."