[Bungo Stray Dogs] Dragon Boy

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"...What are these?"

Zhong Yuan also stood in front of the wardrobe with an indescribable expression.

"Little devil, can you explain to me?"

If you just look at the neatly placed goblets, ashtrays, tableware, knives and forks at the bottom of the closet, Zhong Yuanzhong would probably only think that his current disciple and new lover have a little quirk of collecting these things; But looking at the two long black trench coats hanging on it, a white shirt, vest and pants of the same style are obviously his things, and...cross-ties...how did he get this?

Obviously, the things in this wardrobe, if he guessed correctly, were all used by him.Thinking of the air-conditioning blowing when I opened the closet—huh, you still use supernatural powers to save it?

Sakuya Yabuki was carrying his luggage in his hand, with a calm expression, but he was a little annoyed in his heart - he made a mistake, he shouldn't have been promised to help move... But it doesn't matter, don't panic now that his status is different!

He has walked the bright road!

So he walked up and closed the closet door very naturally: "It's normal for a suitor to collect things used by the person he likes, right? Zhongye." He brushed his hand through the gap, and the air-conditioning suddenly increased.

Yo, it's still reasonable.Zhongyuan Zhong also raised his eyebrows, and simply pulled him into his arms: "Now you can touch whatever you want, and you still want to keep these? Or, do you think these things are more important than me?"

Is this still an option?

Yabuki Sakuya decisively turned back and said firmly, "I won't stay! You are the most important!"

You are the most important thing in the world.

You are the most important thing in my heart.

The past and the future are—

You are the most important.

Unique, irreplaceable, forever.

×friend×

Sakuya Yabuki recently met someone, a very interesting person, and also a very good person.

"Minors are not allowed to drink alcohol." A glass of milk replaced the white-haired boy's whiskey, and amidst the quietly flowing blues, the man with dark red short hair said lightly.He has a pair of blue eyes, which are lighter than the ones he is familiar with and engraved in his bones, but no matter how he looks at them, he is calm.There was still stubble on his chin, giving him an inexplicably decadent air.

"Odasaku, you look like Mama-san." Sakuya Yabuki picked up the cup and took a sip, the warm sweet taste made him very comfortable. "It's the first time I know that there is a bar here - the environment is pretty good." He squinted and smiled at the old bartender who was bartending.

"Oh." Holding a wine glass, the man named Sakunosuke Oda responded indifferently.Out of the corner of his eye, he looked at the young man sipping milk, and couldn't help but think of the time when the two first met. At that time, he thought that the other party was just a simple ordinary person.

...Three months ago, Oda Sakunosuke went to mediate between two families in the port mafia protection area who had a dispute over a trivial matter.After finally persuading the two irascible aunts, I finally thought that the day's work could be over, but I received news from the public that a child was surrounded by a group of punks running from nowhere at another street corner up.

He could only rush there non-stop - after all, it was within the scope of the port mafia's responsibility. If someone had a problem here, would it be any different from slapping the gangster's face hard?

As a result, I saw 'petite', 'weak', 'thin', and 'pale' teenagers surrounded by a group of non-mainstream yellow-haired people with pale complexions who looked like drug addicts. The one in the lead wanted to touch the chin of other children with his hand.

Oda Sakunosuke had a serious face, and ran over quickly: "Hello——"

Sting--crack-crack-crack! !

The ice-blue crystals burst open suddenly!Oda Sakunosuke suddenly turned over and jumped back, and looked forward after landing. Three steps away, beautiful and murderous glamorous flowers bloomed to the extreme.

And that group of punks had been frozen in the ice long ago, and they didn't know whether they were alive or dead.

Looking at the boy standing on the top of the mountain made of ice, he remembered the name he had heard a long time ago.

The person with supernatural abilities brought back by Mr. Nakahara, the cadre, is an underage boy named Sakuya Yabuki.Although he is young, he is a powerful person with different abilities just like Akutagawa brought back by another cadre Mr. Dazai.

Now it seems that the rumors are true.

Then, the other party's eyes met his... Oda Sakunosuke looked back calmly, and then said: "...Hi." After all, he is the disciple of the immediate boss. Although he joined the job late, he is also his senior, so let's say hello alright.He thought calmly in his heart.

"Oh, hello." The white-haired boy jumped down, "You wanted to save me just now?"

Yabuki Sakuya looked at the person up and down, and he couldn't help being curious after confirming that the black suit the other party was wearing was the standard uniform of the port mafia.

"What do you usually do?"

"Persuasion, fix the water pipes or something..." Recently, he has been very stable, and he has a lot of leisure time with his work.

"Oh, that would be nice."

Then the two got to know each other.At that time, Nakahara was also sent to the west to quell the chaos, and Yabuki Sakuya was in a state of doing nothing, wandering around all day long.He is good-looking again, looks thin and small, and is always blocked by those who don't have long eyes.Most of the time, he solves it by himself, and then calls to inform his subordinates to find out where the troublemaker is. By the way, he goes over to expand the territory of Hong Kong and black with a pot. In a small part, he rushes away in time in the area that Oda Sakunosuke is in charge of. Yabuki Sakuya stopped and waited to be rescued.

To be honest, he felt that Odasaku was very powerful, especially after knowing the other party's abilities.But what is strange is that such a powerful person is still a member of the lower ranks of the mafia.I spend all day chasing the aunts of the neighborhood committee to do things, persuading them to find things to fix things, and the more exciting thing is to dismantle a dud, or be a detective to find out if other people’s husbands/wifes are cheating or not.

And then Yabuki Sakuya knew his way of not killing people...

Very thoughtful and naive.But looking at the man's calm and calm face, he felt it was a matter of course—this man wanted to do this, so he did it. Maybe in the near future, he can really quit Hong Kong and Hei, have a house with a view of the sea, and then write The lower part of the novel he read or something.

Thinking about it is still pretty good.

"I wish you success as soon as possible." For this, Yabuki Sakuya could only repay his best wishes, and decided that if one day this person had to choose to leave by force, then he would drag his own family and not chase too hard.

"Thank you." For this, Oda Sakunosuke thanked him sincerely.

×

Central Plains is also back.

As soon as he came back, he got the news that a certain dead mackerel had defected——

"Chuya, what are you doing?" As soon as Yabuki Sakuya came home, he saw his lover lying on the sofa, reeking of alcohol, who could tell at a glance that he was drunk.The other party sat up blushing, grabbed the wine bottle on the ground, and lifted it up.

"I'm happy!"

The remaining half of the bottle of wine was poured down, and the wine was gurgling down, pouring it all over the body of the alcoholic who didn't have a good capacity for alcohol.

Walking closer to see the body of the wine bottle, Yabuki Sakumo felt that Chuka must wake up, and he was afraid that he would die of distress.He has been hiding this wine for a long time, and this time he should have taken it out to celebrate the defection of Osamu Dazai, but he drank less than half of the wine, and the rest was all contributed to clothes and sofas.

Yabuki Sakuya felt that Chuya's car exploded on the way back, and Dazai Osamu's defection was not in a mess but smooth sailing because of his help... Let's not talk about it.

As for why he helped Dazai.

Sakuya Yabuki leaned down and licked the drink off the face of the mafia officer.It tastes good, he thought.Then the lover whose instinct was awakened by the kiss hugged tightly, and suppressed it neatly.

Why did he help Osamu Dazai... because Oda Sakunosuke is his friend.If he was one step late, the man who always had a deadpan face would die.I just don’t know if being alive is a good thing for the current Oda Sakunosuke?

However, with Osamu Dazai around, it must be a good thing in the end.

Because that person is also real, he regards Oda Sakunosuke as a friend.

Even if the middle school knows it, it will be very angry.

The waist was pinched, Yabuki raised his chin flatteringly, and let his drunken lover, who was extremely rude, bite his neck—teeth biting the soft skin, suddenly there was an illusion that his throat would be bitten off.

Is it drunk-promiscuous-sex?He thought in a daze, and then got drunk along with him.

The author has something to say:

The end of the human chapter (*?▽?*) The next...parallel world - it will be really short, I might condense it into one chapter2333

In fact, I am saving another manuscript recently, because it involves the employment problem after I go home, and I am quite serious to be honest.Because my family and some colleagues are not optimistic about me giving up my current job and going home, but work... If you can’t do it, you can’t do it anymore. Instead of continuing to spend time here, I’d better go back Try to see if I can do what I want to do.

One option is to be a full-time writer, JJ is not easy to mix, and I know my own level, everyone likes me because I can be cute (*?▽?*) But I have learned about the treatment from my friends, it is very good, If you work hard, you may not be able to do well.

Then I am trying now... to save manuscripts, [-] a day, the worst time I saved [-] a day, after finishing writing at night, my forehead hurts suddenly, I can't tell if it is because I have been facing the computer for a long time or because I am thinking about the plot. Or maybe it's because I haven't had much rest recently to recover from a little cold.Not sure, but one thing is certain, I may really like writing fanfiction and writing novels.Before the new article was deposited, I never knew what the outline was, and I would always let myself go when I wrote the article, wherever I wrote it.But the new article is different. Although it is still very short, I am really following the outline (because foreign language submissions need to bring an outline =-=)

But this matter is just a conception, I guess I have to save the manuscript until it is near the end before I have an idea to implement——

So the second thing is that after returning home, I still have to look for a job.I have a weird personality (or rather weird), I get along very well with my friends, but I am very obsessed with adults and relatives... I will be very tough when there is a possibility of disagreement =-= so no Thought about going back and getting their help.At present, I am preparing to go to my friends. Everyone is at the age of coming out and starting to break into the society, so there is a need to take care of each other.But no matter how I think about it, I still feel very embarrassed...

I still really want to concentrate on writing novels, but I can only do this if I don’t go out and have a look. Even if everyone doesn’t say it, I can’t help but feel...

Why are you at such a low level? Is it too hot to be a little bit too hot after so many years of not making progress... I guess.When I despise myself, I feel hopeless, full of disappointment in myself or something.

But I have a big heart and I am also good at self-discovery, so it will be straight when the boat reaches the bridge.

One more thing... I have never been so comfortable with new articles, but I don't know how many people will like them outside the station.I'm a charging type _(:з"∠)_ who has no motivation when no one praises me, and I know that if I'm here, everyone will love me as always.

But people probably have to live... This is the present called reality.

In short, I will try my best to bid farewell to Shuo perfectly within this month.

In the clubhouse, I drew Shuo's character design, only 2333 above the shoulders, one with dragon horns, and one with women's clothing -v- Unfortunately, I can't engage in external links