Tomie's Son Dazai[Comprehensive]

It was a day when it was snowing heavily, and the weather was so unbelievably cold that the breath I exhaled almost froze.

Dazai came out of Mori Ogai's clinic. He didn't like cold weather very much. He had a cold physique and was also afraid of cold.At this time in the past, he would huddle next to the heater.

But this morning, he woke up from the cold and opened the curtains.

The world that was peaceful last night is snowing today.There is a vast expanse of white everywhere, as if the whole world is covered with a light and crystal white wedding dress.Dazai leaned against the window, the breath he exhaled condensed into mist and blurred the glass, so the scene seen from the room became hazy and dreamy.

It was a very beautiful sight indeed.

Dazai thought, it would be great if he could die in such a beautiful winter.

That's why he hurriedly picked up his cotton jacket and scarf and went out.

Because he was too afraid of the cold, he was dressed in a ridiculously bloated way.When he turned his head, he could see the thick footprints on the snow-covered ground, step by step, like footprints in life.Before he knew it he had come a long way.

Mori Ogai's clinic is near a slum rather than in a slum, but the people in this neighborhood are indeed poor.Dazai's bright clothes are very out of place here, but no one dares to approach him.

—that was the boy in Dr. Sen's clinic.

They were whispering.

The most feared person in this kind of place is the doctor. After all, there is only one doctor in this area, Mori Ogai (and a doctor who doesn’t mind the identity of the patient). Most people here are struggling to survive, and they don’t want to offend the doctor.What's more, Mori Ogai is a doctor who is decisive and ruthless in attacking the enemy.

And... Osamu Dazai is actually very famous among them, he is a very beautiful boy, but what kind of thing is such a beautiful boy who can really live to this day without incident?At least those who followed Dazai with the intention of selling him or something are gone now.

Dazai was able to come cleanly to the vicinity of the port, where the lake is beautiful.

He looked at the lake, unable to regain his senses for a long time.

"It's so beautiful..." He murmured softly, the soft white snow slowly fell from the sky, brushed against Dazai's beautiful face, and covered his body.The tip of his nose was a little red from the icy snow, and he could vaguely smell the wetness.

The port is very windy and cold.

He was so cold that his brain was almost blank, and he heard the whistling wind in his ears. In this cold but beautiful winter, even the sound of the wind was unbelievably beautiful.

For some reason, Dazai almost had the urge to cry under such circumstances.

Surrounded by snow and sinking in this beautiful lake in this winter, it must be an extremely dreamy and beautiful death.

He thought so and was going to do something about it.

But it was also at this moment that he heard a loud noise.

If possible, he hopes to die quietly and silently.

Dazai sighed, ready to see what happened, he quietly walked to the source of the sound with light steps.

There were several people surrounding a boy. The boy was lying on the ground, his head was stepped on by one of them, and the others kicked him several times. He couldn't see his face clearly, so he could only be vaguely identified as a boy from his body shape.

It is not uncommon for such a thing to happen in this chaotic place, but it is uncommon to be surrounded for so long.

After all, the people here are very busy every day, busy looking for food, water and other sources of money, they are busy how to survive better.Even if you are in a bad mood and want to vent, it won't take too long.

Dazai was standing behind a wall that almost collapsed, those people had their backs to him, and they were all focused on beating the boy, so they didn't notice Dazai.

However, the boy lying on the ground glanced in his direction.

It's really troublesome, it was discovered.

Dazai thought, but it was at this moment that he discovered why this young man was besieged.

Those are definitely not the eyes of people near the slums. The eyes of people here are full of darkness, despair and numbness.

But the scorching emotion in the boy's eyes almost burned the whole world of snow.

Hatred and the desire to survive at all costs are intertwined, creating an incomparable and soul-stirring picture.

Probably because of this, Dazai did not leave. He looked at the young man lying on the ground in humiliation. He was covered with scald scars from his neck to his face. He looked hideous and terrifying, but he was struggling in despair and resentment It was so beautiful again, Dazai could see a dazzling light shining from his soul.

It's not a bad sight to see such a beautiful soul die, Dazai thought.

But that boy did not succumb to the cold winter, nor did he succumb to the scorching and pain of burns, nor did he succumb to the curses and people who wanted to break his soul.

He growled, bit, and fought back with all-out fighting, his teeth were bleeding from the biting, the nails on his bloody hands were broken, and his legs were broken Even so, he still wanted to live with shocking paranoia and madness.

No matter how uncomfortable it is, no matter who sees such a crazy scene, it will be frightened, not to mention that the people around here cherish life, time and physical strength more than anyone else, so it is not an option to continue like this.

Those people unluckily kicked him a few more times and then pushed away.

Dazai came out only after those people had gone away.

The boy was still lying on the ground in embarrassment, panting heavily, when he heard his footsteps, the boy looked over vigilantly with wolf-like eyes.

"Ahem." He coughed and coughed up the blood from his mouth, his unruly face was full of defensiveness and desperate madness.

"Who are you?" His breathing was very unstable, as if he would die in a second, but even so, he still struggled and dragged his scarred body out of hell with his own hands.

"Dazai, my name is Osamu Dazai." For the sake of concealment, he had thrown aside the padded jacket, coat and scarf just now, and now he was wearing a simple and warm black overcoat.In this vast white world, he came lightly on the snow, like an elf in a fairy tale.

But he is by no means the kind of beautiful words that can describe it.

The beautiful boy came to the side of the bruised boy and knelt down.

He asked with interest: "What's your name?"

"Why should I tell you?" The boy spat out his bloody saliva in disdain.

"It's probably because you're going to die if you don't get treatment for your injuries. If you don't tell me your name, I won't tell you the nearest safe clinic?" There was a smile in Dazai's voice, but the words he said were full of With cold menace and terror.

"...Davi." The boy compromised and lowered his voice and said his name.

"Davi, you're so pretty." This beautiful, non-human boy said such ambiguous words, and the target was a young man who was disfigured with a piece of burns.He reached out his hand and lifted Davi's head back almost gently to caress his face.

"Huh?" Even Dabi himself only had Dazai's brain twitching. He looked at the face that was so close to him, and even he had to admit that it was indeed as delicate as a ceramic doll, so this Why do people say such things?He used to hear people say that people who are good-looking are used to their own beauty, so when they look at others, their aesthetics will be distorted. Could it be that...

Dabi looked at Dazai strangely.

He was still a teenager at that time, and he didn't want to hide anything, let alone a monster like Dazai who could easily read people's hearts.

"If you show such a look again, I will really leave." Dazai threatened.

For the sake of his own life, Dabi averted his eyes.

On Dazai's face was a sly smile of a successful prank.

The gesture of human beings struggling to survive is so ugly but so beautiful.What kind of posture does he have when he is jealous of his wandering search for the meaning of life?

Dazai Osamu looked at Dabi, his body was seriously injured, the blood scattered from his body and dyed the snow red, if this continues without any healing, I am afraid this person will be completely frozen and forgotten in this snow world Bar.

Originally, Dazai was planning to die quietly now.

But because he met a very interesting person, he might as well die tomorrow.

Thinking so, Dazai put his hand on the burnt part of Dabi.

The scald on Dabi's face was aching from the cold fingertips.The bone-deep pain made Dabi almost twitch.

Those scars represent Dabi's desperate pain and resentment, and Dazai's gentle touch gave Dabi a scorching feeling that his soul was being torn apart.

What a strange person.

Dabi thought.

But why?

Dabi looked at the young man who was stroking his face in front of him. He had a smile on his face. The black eye that was not bound by bandages was deeper and more beautiful than obsidian, but the emotion in it was stronger than this cold weather. cruel.His features of unrivaled brilliance seemed to be drenched in darkness.

For a moment, in this bone-piercing cold wind, at the critical moment when his life was about to die, Dabi felt Dazai's deep despair.

Dazai brought Dabi back to Mori Ogai's clinic.

When he got there, Dabi was already running a high fever from an inflamed wound.Lying on the hospital bed, he uttered nonsense indistinctly.Resentment and pain tormented his soul, but even so he wanted to do everything he could to survive.

In a daze, he could vaguely hear the conversation between the two.

"Didn't you say it's beautiful outside, so you want to die in this beautiful winter? Why did you bring someone back?" The mature man's voice was a little teasing and smiling, but when he listened carefully, there seemed to be no emotion in his smile .

"Because I saw other more beautiful things, I decided to die tomorrow." The boy said calmly.

"It really has your style." The man sighed.

"I thought there was your arrangement here."

"How is it possible? I can't do everything."

The young man chuckled inexplicably. He seemed to have walked a few steps, and there was a slight sound of clothes rubbing in the room.

"Today is really beautiful, but I don't know if tomorrow will be as beautiful as today." He lowered his voice, his tone seemed to be full of complicated emotions but there seemed to be nothing.

"Maybe the outside is more beautiful." The man said, "Maybe the outside is the same as here. But these are all up to you to see."

"..."

"Want to see it?"

"When are we leaving?" the boy asked.

"Leave tomorrow morning." The man's voice finally had some real warmth, even if it was very little.

"Oh, what a pity. It's not easy to meet an interesting person." The boy walked to his bedside and said with a sigh.

"Dazai-kun, if there is destiny, you will meet again." The man chuckled softly.

"Really?" The young man's voice remained unchanged.

Up to here, Dabi fell into a deeper darkness.

When he woke up the next day, he saw a note next to his bed, which said that they had to move out temporarily, and Dabi's injury had been brought under control, as long as no further damage was caused, he could recover slowly .He can stay in this clinic until he recovers, and there is some spare food on the second floor of the clinic.

Those were almost sweet words, but Dabi only felt the anger of being teased.

After he recovered from his injury, he went to inquire about Osamu Dazai, but found nothing.

Where did he go after that.

The second meeting after that was a few years later.

At that time, Osamu Dazai was already the legendary "Siren of Koguro".