Stare at who turns into a cat [Comprehensive]

"Is the winner king..."

After receiving the letter of challenge, Osamu Dazai slowly repeated these words, as if he was sitting by the sunny window, enjoying afternoon tea leisurely. Because of its unique taste, a playful smile appeared on his lips. Yi, "That kind of theory doesn't apply to me. It's too unfair to force a person with a different worldview to fight under the rules customized by you?"

"If you want to back down, don't order me. Whether it is now or in the future, please keep this in mind, Mr. Dazai."

The black-haired boy was not induced by words to get into the word game that the other party was good at, but stuck to his own code of conduct, without any sign of wavering.

——This is really... the most difficult type to encounter.

The black-haired young man who has always been able to do anything with ease couldn't help feeling the urge to sigh.

In his thinking, people should be divided into three types.

The first type, the impulsive type that is best dealt with, whether it is to appease or secretly guide (use it as a gun), is very simple;

The second type is the rational type who thinks too much, whether it is looking forward and backward or overthinking, even if it is a philosopher (crazy) who wants to deeply explore the origin of human beings, he can intervene indiscriminately and break into the play he is good at-after all, from In a sense, he can also be regarded as one of them. It's a trivial matter to use madness to control madness.

The third type, summed up, should be called "what are you talking about, does it have something to do with me?" The mindless faction, who will call them this way, is definitely not out of his own prejudice and malice... Well, he is really No way, a certain example once made him deeply understand the truth that talking too much is useless.

Fight, or take the initiative to admit defeat, this is a multiple-choice question left by the opponent.

"Hey, I don't want to sit still, so let's create an 'option C'." He dexterously bent his waist, walked around behind Atsushi Nakajima who was watching the battle, stretched out his hand and pushed forward, and then said in a long voice : "Raising soldiers for a thousand days and using them for a while, Dunjun, you have to work hard to defeat him~"

"Hey——Mr. Dazai, why me... Wait, wait, wait! I'm going to die!"

The "scapegoat" who was pushed out waved his hands in panic, not knowing where to focus his attention.Now the black-haired man with a sinister aura was standing not far away, with a vicious expression on his wrist, as if preparing to pack him and the young man behind him.

And Osamu Dazai, who pushed him out, had no intention of restraining himself, and continued to fight with a smile, "Because, Dunjun is a junior cultivated by me, and he can also be called a 'disciple', can't he? So I brought him here It’s just right for cats to fight or something~”

"No, no, you never said anything about being a disciple before... I am not! Mr. Dazai, please let me go!"

The white-haired boy shook his head like a rattle, expressing his resistance with all his strength, trying to gain a chance.However, his opponent has already stepped forward, raising his hand is a blow.

"Since it's none of your business, get out of the way, I just want him to decide the outcome."

"I, I really want to—ah!"

Probably because of the opponent's overly aggressive aura, his ability was subconsciously activated to protect the safety of the master.When he came back to his senses with a scream, his hand had turned into a furry tiger claw, and he was clenching a fist and refused to let go.

The pain he imagined didn't come. On the contrary, he could feel the other person trembling slightly, looking like he had been severely injured, lowering his head and trying to adjust his breathing.

He couldn't help worrying, and couldn't care less about being afraid, and asked in a low voice: "What, what's wrong? Aizawa-kun, are you okay? You've been shaking..."

"Too, despicable...this kind of..." Aizawa Juri murmured to himself in a barely audible volume. In the inner world that no one else could peek into, he was fighting desperately with his own obsession.

——Clearly it’s time to fight!Why, there must be fluffy... fluffy...

——Ah, the plush is so cute, the hand feel is simply top-notch...

"You, get out of the way...Let go, it has nothing to do with you." He forced his voice out through his teeth, trying to keep Fuzzy out of his range, so as to regain his sanity as soon as possible.

However, the black-haired young man who had expected this for a long time did not miss the opportunity, and continued to pretend to be pitiful: "Dun Jun, you have seen how terrifying he is, if I was hit by a fist, I might die."

"I think it's okay..." Atsushi Nakajima, who was caught in the middle and completely ignorant of the real situation, replied honestly.However, probably because of his survival instinct, he immediately changed his words: "It should be Aizawa-kun who let me go, thank you very much! Then, let's sit down and live together peacefully..."

"Don't be stupid..."

The black-haired boy tilted his head, revealing a pair of deep pool-like green eyes, looked at the young man behind him, and said slowly: "He is trying to take away something that is very important to me, even if he said it in a joking tone. Come out, but he can't hide his thoughts at all—"

"Is this your first step in domesticating me, Mr. Dazai?" His eyes fell on the shoulder of the black-haired youth, and he moved up quietly, climbing along the bandage around his neck.

"Should it be the intuition of wild animals, or the disgust that someone subtly brought to you, but I don't deny my own thoughts." Osamu Dazai showed a refreshing smile, and spread it out as if he was a little helpless. With both hands, "It's just that domestication is too ugly, right? I just hope you can integrate into the detective agency faster."

"Hey, when we met last time, what you promised... Well, do you mean you have forgotten it?"

"Last time……?"

Although he felt that the other party was diverting his attention, looking at the circles of bandages, Aizawa Juri felt vaguely familiar, as if he had seen such an outfit before.

The black-haired young man smiled and spit out a few key words, "The big cat incident two years ago..."

The voice seemed to have some kind of magical power, or touched the scattered fragments floating in the sea of ​​memory, so the tree really recalled something.

……

The situation was extremely chaotic at that time, his guardian and many professional heroes worked together to temporarily suppress his rampage.But just relying on the power of a elimination system is not enough to turn the big black cat back into a normal human form. For a while, the two sides were at a stalemate. Seeing that he was about to break free, he turned into a berserk beast again hour--

Somehow, a shadow that passed through layers of blockades came to his side, stretched out his right hand, and patted lightly, resolving the crisis at that time.

The giant black cat, which was ten stories high, uttered a final roar of unwillingness, and finally collapsed into the air like a phantom, leaving only the most core part, which fell into the arms of the black-haired young man.

Probably because his sanity has not yet recovered, the young man with a few bloodstains on his cheeks raised his face, revealing a pair of dull blue eyes. Poor look.

"I, I'm obedient, I won't run away...don't hit me, don't use electricity...it hurts..."

"It seems that I have suffered serious abuse. If I was still in the place before, I should take you back to train." The young man raised his hand and touched his head, as if he was not used to such warmth The movement, the movement paused several times jerky, before he managed to smooth his hair.

"However, I promised someone that I would be the one who saved people, so you are really a lucky child."

The corners of his lips were slightly raised, and the dark substance surging in his eyes was gradually replaced by iris, like a victim who had lived in the underground world for a long time and was exposed to the sun for the first time, showing undisguised joy.

"I feel, it's not bad... Then, I should return you to the heroes of the bright world. After all, they are the role of justice messengers."

"So you, it's not... don't go, don't leave me..." The dazed black-haired boy put his arms around the stranger's neck, leaning against the bandage-wrapped neck quite clingingly, repeating like a cub mumbled.

"Who do you think I am? To be honest, it will make people very uncomfortable." The young man with bad nature looked at the black-haired man running towards him not far away, and leaned closer to the ear of the man in his arms, Gently sent a whisper: "Remember your savior well. One day in the future, we may meet again. At that time, you must work hard to repay me."

"That's the deal."

……

The voice echoed with the memory, resounding in the ears repeatedly, and gradually closed with the voice of the person in front of him, perfectly merging into one.

"Although I have considered the situation that you may forget, but I didn't expect that such a face-to-face conversation will not wake up your brain."

Osamu Dazai sighed, glanced at the orange-haired young man not far away, with almost malicious joy in his eyes, and asked again softly: "Now you know, from the beginning, I didn't mean to harm you Right? So, at least during the internship period, it is the right choice to cut off contact with the mafia cadres over there, Aizawa-kun?"

"I just want to save you a second time."