[Psycho-Pass] Princess Disease

"Mongrel."

The girl with enviable long black hair and dark eyes heard such whispers as she passed the corridor.

Tongzi lowered his eyes and looked at the few girls who gathered together to talk with a little bewilderment.She wasn't sure who they were talking about.Her father was Italian, and she was half-exotic.

Her face was slightly red, and her fair skin unabashedly betrayed her mixed emotions of timidity and embarrassment.

A girl with chestnut brown long curly hair passed her by.She was walking towards the opposite side of the classroom with a big pineapple bag in her hand, with a bitter orange blossom scent on her body, the corners of her eyes drooping slightly, with a hazy expression as if walking in the clouds, silently passed by her.

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"Bastard," she said, her fine features lined with distaste, she was no longer young.

"But you are so dependent on the body of the bastard." The girl's expression seemed to be indifferent and depressed as if saying, "You still think you are so upright."

"Get out!" Enraged by something, the aunt casually grabbed the thick brick-like book on the head of the bed and threw it on the head of the girl who was casually wearing clothes.

The two collided with a terrifying sound, and a thick red streak slid down her forehead like a red mollusc, flowing through her eyes.

"Obviously you are in a hurry and want someone to comfort you." Chun stretched out her hand to hold her forehead, the sticky blood red instantly covered her fingers, the bitter smell like orange blossom was washed away by the sweet and sour smell of blood, she felt her head suddenly become heavy.

She picked up the schoolbag on the side, slowly straightened up, and walked out with heavy steps.

When she returned to school, she learned that the discipline teacher was coming to roll call in the afternoon.

She was notified by the class monitor to go to the office building. The new dean was a top student who had just graduated from the Youth Health and Development Department of Ridong College, but judging from his daily words and deeds, he must be very lacking in love for teenagers.

At this time, those who had not left work were a few young teachers with low qualifications. They probably had already experienced the maliciousness of the girls' school students when the school started, and they all tacitly watched from the sidelines at the moment.

After being reprimanded for an entire hour, she nearly fell asleep standing up.

"Pervert." After leaving the office building, she put her schoolbag on her shoulders and walked slowly and heavily. When she realized that someone was walking beside her, she said softly.

"Did I do something worthy of your praise?" Fujima asked slightly puzzled.

"Seeing weak students being lectured by indifferent adults, but you watching from the sidelines, it shows that you lack basic sympathy."

"You missed my class, but don't you feel grateful because I didn't mark your absence?"

"Why are you called Kosaburo? Is it Ichiro Jiro?" She yawned and changed the subject, looking up at him.If she knew him less, she would be deceived by his appearance, thinking that he must be a normal person among normal people.

"I don't have any siblings," he said.

"What did you say about your sister before? I thought you really had a sister."

"Yes." He glanced at her and looked away, "Sister."

"Then you said no..."

"I grew up in a welfare institution..." Fujima's expression suddenly became serious and gentle, as if he was recalling the warm days of the welfare institution.

"Is that why your name is so random? Unlike you, I was born in a normal family, and my character and personality are normal, not abnormal at all."

"All the children here are from good families, so you don't need to show off to me. But is the bandage on your head because of club activities?"

"Well...you are a consultant in the photography department, I would have gone there if I knew it. I was abused badly in the sports department every day." She touched her bandaged forehead through her hair, "You know Hitoko Kirino I follow you every day, but you don't tell me, what's the reason for that?"

"Play hard to get."

"What?" she asked slightly surprised.

He stopped to look at her, and explained: "Although she knows everything, she pretends not to know anything. For a girl of this sentimental age, because the other party always doesn't respond, she can't let go."

"You are such a pervert...but why are you so interested in her?"

"...Why?" He frowned slightly, his expression became very serious, as if he had never considered this question, and under the light and smoky sunset, his face looked more childish.

"Is she your 'His Royal Highness'?" Who is Ohime who impressed her deeply in the dream.

"The first time I saw you, that time." He frowned, looking at her with an expressionless expression that sent chills down her spine.

"what?"

"I want to ravage you."

What a shame.

"It's too dirty!" She struggled to pick up the schoolbag on her back, slammed him twice, and then quickly ran away.

Dirty adults.Each one is a self-righteous psychopath who only cares about his own happiness.

It's completely impossible to continue, and she can't wait until the day of adulthood.To live in filth all the time, enduring physical drain and verbal disgrace.Live with that woman.

She slammed her schoolbag at a sapling that had just survived.

A tree grows in distortion, and even when it grows, it is still twisted.

She is not afraid of death, but she hates despair.Even if she died, she deserved to die in happiness.

But that strange creature, that little pure white creature, even said that she died of despair in every world.

Despair is more annoying than death, so she always lives with hope.

"I said you... Is there anyone you want to kill?" At some point, this man who made her feel so ashamed and hated appeared beside her again, watching her abuse a tree like a madman.

Fujima's expression was so gentle, and his soft tone seemed so reliable.He stood on the avenue, as if asking her if she would like to come to his world.

There is an insurmountable boundary line, once crossed, there is no way to return.

But at this moment, there is nothing commendable in the world she is in, so it is worth nostalgic.

"Why do you ask that?" Chun couldn't help but say.

"Probably because... killing is a natural skill, and most people would not kill even if they had full anger and hatred..." He said the fallacy of crime in a soft and strangely clear tone, but said He who said these words has a charm that makes it hard to look away, and people can't help but immerse themselves in his words and think seriously.

"Do you think I'm a born killer?" Attracted by something gentle and dependable in him, she followed his pace and asked softly and tremblingly.

"I don't know... If the genius does not meet the opportunity, there is a possibility that he will be buried for life. But the work that requires labor and energy should not be done by a girl. She only needs to provide killing intent." He slowly approached After leaving her, she smelled the sweet and sour smell on his body that was like strawberry cake, "I won't make you work hard anymore, princess..."

He held her hand firmly in his palm: "just like before, kill all those who fall in love with you."

"Sir...Mr. Fujima..." She looked into his eyes suspiciously. At this moment, his eyes completely made her understand the mystery of perversion, "I am not someone else. Even if you treat me as someone else, I Not a princess either. Do you understand, sir?"

Saying this, she wanted to withdraw her hand.

"Do you believe in magic?" He held her hand tightly, staring at her closely, "magic that can bring the dead back to life is like a miracle..."

"The dead can't be resurrected. Even if you are a pervert, don't be so naive..." Her words dropped in the middle, because there was something in the man's eyes that she didn't want to break, although she had long since disbelieved What fairy tales and magic, but the eyes of this perverted person told her what he still firmly believed in.

Perhaps this almost naive firmness cannot be counted as an element of perversion.

"I don't have anyone to kill, and I don't have a genius for killing. I'm afraid I'm going to disappoint you." Finding the gap, she pulled out her hands, put them behind her back, and her thoughts fell back to the normal track, "And I You need dinner. Find someone else to share your thoughts with. If it weren't for your usual normality, I would report the psychiatric center to take you in."

"Only when I see you will I say perverted words." He said in a soft and sweet tone, "And only when I see you will I want to ravage you."

"Am I still going to rejoice because a pervert can only say nasty things to me. You should be ashamed because you are an adult and you should be responsible for all your abnormal words and deeds."

"That's because your heart is not pure." He said lightly.

Because of the perverted comparison, she felt a strong sense of superiority in her heart, and her mood improved a little.

"You'll think I'm crazy, that's because normal people keep crazy words in their hearts, and I say them all. Take the instructor who reprimanded you, maybe he really wants to be in the office when we're not in the office." I will give you private lessons under the circumstances..."

"Private lessons?"

"Office play."

"Only you have such perverted thoughts... Don't speculate on others casually." Talking is also a very exhausting task, so she simply sat on the lawn, took out the unfinished pineapple bun from her schoolbag and started Chew, "This kind of thing is very dirty. In this regard, I am still a pure person living in a fairy tale world, so don't be disgusting."

He shamelessly tore a small piece of bread from her hand, and sat down beside her: "I always feel that nothing bad will happen by your side, so I can't help but become what I was."

"No, nothing bad happened." She repeated in a low voice.

He asked softly, "Can you stay here a little longer?"

"This is not my home, you can stay as long as you want."

"Can I put my head on your lap?"

"Don't think about such a thing, pervert." She bit down a big mouthful of bread, always feeling that the vague dream gave her the wrong direction, originally thought that she would be someone worthy of incomparable value in her heart and dependable .

But he is actually a pervert who is good at disguising and in some ways unexpectedly naive.