【Hui Shimazaki】Guide to domestication of wild cats

Hua Ze doesn't like perfume, he thinks the smell of perfume is too hypocritical.All kinds of fragrances are mixed together, trying to get close to the smell of a certain natural thing and then named it, but it is not comparable to the real fragrance. In his opinion, this is a very puzzling behavior of human beings.

They are human beings, but they want to turn themselves into flowers, fruits, food, something that they don't even know what kind of smell it has.Only man's own smell, they don't like it, so they call it stinky.

But Hanazawa felt that Shimazaki's original smell was not smelly at all, but it was these chemicals that really smelled so bad that he couldn't even breathe.

The perfume that Shimazaki is spraying on his clothes now has hallucinations written on the colorful and exquisitely crafted bottle.

What does hallucination smell like?It's too abstract.Some hallucinations are sweet, some hallucinations are cold, and some hallucinations are only pale beyond sight.Can they be a flavor?

"I didn't know that hallucinations have a taste." Hua Ze held his nose.

"What are you trying to do?" Shimazaki is very satisfied with this perfume. It has a light taste and a spicy aftertaste that is deliberately attractive, which is very suitable for the place where they are now.

Hua Ze sneezed exaggeratedly: Ah Choe, Ah Choe, one after another.

"Cats don't like artificial fragrance." He rubbed the tip of his red nose, disdainfully.

The point is that the scent almost covered the smell he rubbed against Shimazaki's body.Although he knew that human chemicals were not as durable as his smell and would evaporate completely in a short time, he was still upset.

"It's necessary for work, so it's not an example." Shimazaki deliberately leaned over to hug him, leaving the smell of hallucinations on him.He could only sneeze louder in protest.

The clothes that Huaze had just changed were stained with the smell he hated for nothing, but he couldn't take them off because he couldn't find another one to replace them.It was what he thought was poor taste, brightly colored and adorned with shiny baubles only girls would like, and it showed as much of his skin as possible.He was barefoot, sitting on a red velvet armchair, surrounded by the bars of a huge iron cage.

Most of the time, like his motivation for hiding his ears, he doesn't like to show his tail.He sometimes rolls them up and pockets them in his baggy trousers, or anywhere else, as long as it can reduce the human gaze on him-because the gaze will always become hot and naked immediately when he realizes his identity .

Having your tail and ears exposed to strangers is worse than being naked.But now he had to show it so shamelessly, exposing his identity to the spectators without any concealment.

The feline human rights law has been promulgated for several years, but its effect is to transfer the businessmen who openly imprisoned and sold feline humans to the underground.To be on the safe side, they stopped profiteering from quantity and began to focus on quality instead.

Even if cats and humans are not bad looking, there are always good and bad.Picking out the one with a more desirable appearance, cultivating one or two skills, and finally selling it at an auction for a high price is a recently popular trading method.Rich people enjoy it even more, making the auction an entertainment program.

Huaze was sitting, and from the corner of his eye, he glanced at the girl on the dance floor who was twisting her waist. They were two cats like him.It is said that they are young girls, but they are exquisite in figure, they should be a little bigger than Huaze, and they are already adults.The growth and aging of feline humans are slower than humans. If you only look at the face, you can maintain the appearance of a teenager or a girl for ten years or even longer.

The dance clothes they wear, or just a layer of thin gauze that can be easily seen inside, is dancing with their figures, which is full of coquettishness and arouses reverie.

Huaze couldn't think of anything, he looked at it for a while, then looked back: "It's disgusting."

He looked at Shimazaki, who scratched his chin, and said with a smile: "This place was funded and built by your original owner. He never showed up, and the auctions were all done by people who didn't know his real identity. He used your hair You should know best how much money you have made."

Among these profit-making props, Huaze is the best, and he really has no right to say that others are disgusting.

"Where did you get the information? Even I don't know about this kind of thing." Hua Ze glanced to the other side, where there were several iron cages like him, each containing a cat boy .They all look younger than Huaze, all of them are still childish, with round faces, looking around nervously - the best sales period of cats is before puberty, and they don't understand their situation at that age , not too hostile to humans, plus needing care, it is easy to be domesticated.Conversely, adolescent feline humans are the least desirable.Their minds gradually mature, and they are difficult to get close to. The older they get, the stronger their bodies become, and it is even more difficult to discipline them.

Hanazawa is the latter.

Fortunately, he has a pretty face enough to make the audience ignore the fact that he is past his prime.

"He won't let you know too much, and you don't want to know, do you?"

He really didn't want to know, he had been avoiding it all the time.Because the more he knows, the more painful he will be, and then he feels that living is also a terrible thing.

Huaze wanted to live, so he chose to ignore some facts, which would make him feel better.

Shimazaki noticed that the boy was obviously emotional after he finished speaking, and scratched the tip of his nose: "Relax, don't tense your face. The time is almost up, I have to leave."

Hanazawa hummed.

Shimazaki moved away from him, opened the door of the iron cage and went out, then locked the lock again.

Huaze also had an identical key in his hand, which was held by his curled fingers.Before waiting for the auction to start, he closed his eyes and played with the key boredly.The light in the hall was very dim, and even a ray of light could not penetrate after closing the eyes.Now, he thought, he and Shimazaki felt exactly the same.

The band in the corner of the hall was playing, the silver bells on the bare feet of the feline girls jingled with the dance steps, and the waiters carrying various drinks hurriedly walked, and the participants gradually came in from the entrance and sat in the seats facing him.

There were already whispers about this handsome young man.

Their words were very straightforward, comparing the appearance of these items to be auctioned, which one is better.

Blonde hair is indeed beautiful, but you are too old, isn't it a waste of money if you don't know how to raise it?

What are you afraid of, there are as many ways to tame them, as long as you are willing to spend money, their tamers will come to serve you.

How to domesticate?I heard that if you beat them too much, they will become wary, and the scars will look ugly.

That's not something we should worry about.

Hanazawa was anxious for a while, he caught the sound of the pair of leather shoes Shimazaki was wearing, but there was nothing.His own smell and the smell of the perfume called illusion are far away, he can't smell it.

They are still talking.

Talk about him, talk about those children, use vulgar words that don't fit their identities.Then laugh wantonly.

No matter how glamorous a big man is, when he talks about his lower body, he is as dirty as maggots on carrion.

After finally enduring the hall being swallowed by darkness, Hua Ze stood up and unlocked the iron cage with the key in his hand.His eyes were used to the darkness, and without adapting, he could accurately capture the person who casually said he would spend money to tame him in the panicked crowd.

He was a fat man, and his suit was ridiculously wrapped around his body, and the buttons seemed to be undone at any moment.His skin is very fair, and he doesn't often exercise outdoors.

It was exactly the same as the photo Shimazaki had shown him.

He was yelling in a panic, and several bodyguards formed a circle vigilantly, squeezing his plump body inside like a stamen.

The barefoot boy approached quietly, he jumped up briskly, held down someone's shoulder, and kicked someone's head.The bodyguards who couldn't see in the dark fired their guns hastily, screaming like thunder, up and down, playing a funny song.

Amidst the noise, the sound of Shimazaki breaking the prey's bones was barely audible.Hanazawa casually jumped onto the dance floor and helped up the dancing girl who was knocked down by the crowd.

He glanced at her, wanted to say something, but felt that it was useless to say anything.So, under the girl's blushing and bewildered eyes on him, he turned and walked towards the blind killer.

The smell of hallucinations was mixed with a female fragrance that imitated a certain kind of flower. The moment Huaze lost his trace just now, it turned out that he did this kind of thing.

"Thank you, Fai."

The two walked out of the chaotic meeting place side by side. Shimazaki stopped in the dark alley, stroked the boy's fluffy head, and lowered his head to kiss him.When he was about to touch Huaze's lips, he stopped again.

"It's awkward."

Shimazaki rubbed his hair, not asking, but stating.Hanazawa's expression should be very cold, as if the breath he felt when he got close was also very cold.

The hand on the head was stained with a pungent female fragrance, and the lips that were about to kiss her also smelled of greasy powder.

Hanazawa raised his hand, and a cylindrical metal object that was colder than his breath touched Shimazaki's chin.The gun he snatched from the bodyguard was loaded, his finger was on the trigger, and he looked down at Shimazaki's expression.

It's not surprising at all, it's still the same as before, like a freeze-frame picture.

Hanazawa never expected to see him show the stupid look of fear and gaffe under the threat of death like his previous prey.If he really saw this unchanging smiling face captured by shallow fear, it would not be Shimazaki.

Shimazaki raised his chin slightly, and Hanazawa exerted force on his wrist: "Don't move."

The outline of an adult is as if carved out by someone's exquisite craftsmanship, the lines are so cold.Hua Ze remembered the training he received when he was a child. The adults told him that the eyes of people who fake smiles are not smiling. If you want to understand a person's feelings, you must look at his eyes.

It doesn't matter what is said, words can be fabricated.It doesn't matter what you do, actions can be performed.

Eyes can't.

But he couldn't see Shimazaki's eyes, he was a man who was born to be incomprehensible.

How cunning.

"Do you like me?" Hua Ze stared at that face.

"I like it." He answered without hesitation.

"why?"

Even knowing that the other party would definitely give such an answer, Hua Ze still felt that he was broken.His lower lip was very painful from being bitten by himself. Before he noticed it, unknown emotions penetrated into his blood vessels, followed the blood circulation to every corner, controlled every nerve of him, and deposited in his heart .

Indescribable pain, more unbearable than physical pain.

Shimazaki didn't answer him, he lowered his head, still biting the muzzle of the gun with a smile on his lips.He opened his eyes, staring at the boy with the gun with his nightmarish dark blind pupils.

Hanazawa wanted to look away, but he couldn't.

The black pupils that filled the night were also full of smiles.

Hanazawa's hands were shaking, and Shimazaki swallowed the barrel deeper.

shoot it.Those eyes were talking.

The mist filled Huaze's eyes, and his hands completely lost strength.So Shimazaki tilted his head and removed the gun from his hand.The latter unloaded the magazine and let the bullets rain down on the ground, bouncing.

"You missed a good opportunity." Shimazaki dismantled the gun piece by piece and threw it in the dumpster in the alley.

"Shut up!" Hua Ze rubbed his eyes, forcefully holding back his tears.

He suddenly felt angry, so angry that he really wanted to punch the man's head through, and let his blood explode into a huge kapok flower on the concrete floor.

But he understands that it's not Shimazaki's fault, he shouldn't have expected him - didn't Shimazaki warn him?

"Okay, what do you want to eat, we'll eat outside today." Shimazaki rubbed his head.

"Shut up!" He flung it away, and was caught again with his hand raised in the air.Shimazaki pressed him against the wall and kissed him involuntarily, his mouth full of the disgusting taste of strangers.So he bit down on it, and Shimazaki refused to let go until the taste of blood filled their mouths.The saliva and blood were half swallowed and half flowed out, they were like two crazy beasts.

"Have you calmed down?" Shimazaki finally left him, wiping the blood from his mouth with the back of his hand.

Since meeting this little guy, he seems to have tasted blood often.Each time he felt the taste was different.He is sure that there is some kind of addictive substance in this blood, and he will gradually become obsessed with it after getting used to it.All the salty fishy turns into tempting sweetness.

It does taste like grenadine, he thought.

"I'm not angry." Hua Ze also wiped off the liquid from her mouth, the back of her hand was bright red, and her front was also stained red.

However, the smell of women's makeup powder has also been diluted, together with the smell of the perfume called hallucinations.

This is the taste of Shimazaki.

"How can you eat outside like this?" Hua Ze looked at his clothes and Shimazaki's clothes, both of which were light-colored, and the blood stains were very conspicuous.

There wasn't even a drop of blood on the assassination, but now he's in a mess.Shimazaki smiled helplessly: "Who is to blame for this?"

"It's not my fault that you brought me to this kind of place."

"Oh, it's my fault. But there's work, and I can't help it."

"It sounds like you are wronged. Do you know how expensive I am?"

"I know, I know, it must not be cheap to send someone to kill me."

"Then you're not going to pay me?"

Shimazaki sighed, there was really nothing he could do about the cat.He took his hand: "Let's go, go to the supermarket to buy vegetables, and go back and make them for you."

"Going to the supermarket this way?" Hua Ze shook her blood-stained front.

"Although disheveled clothes are not allowed to enter the restaurant, there is no rule that you cannot go to the supermarket. Or do you care about human eyes?"

"Who cares." Hanazawa clasped Shimazaki's with her fingers, very disdainful.

TBC