[Psycho-Pass] Princess Disease

"Sign a contract with me and become a magical girl."

After another brainwashing MLM-like offensive, Chubby stared at her with those ruby ​​eyes, trying to make her its contractor.

Jun, who was cutting tomatoes, couldn't help laughing.

"Magic girl? Who would believe that kind of thing. I'm not a second grader."

"You have a serious tendency to self-destruct and a super-M physique, so you lack awareness of yourself. But once you meet a specific individual, you will have contradictory thoughts of both self-destruction and self-preservation..." Chubby circled with his tail Catch the tomato she threw, and throw it into the black hole that suddenly opened on its back, "In short, you will become afraid of death. You will be afraid of the predetermined death in 2109."

"I hate stories of human beings rebelling against their fate the most. Not to mention that the results are always unsatisfactory, the troublesome process is daunting." She said with a disillusioned attitude.

"I can fulfill any wish of yours. As long as you sign a contract with me, any wish can be fulfilled for you."

"Then I want the wish that will allow me to fulfill my endless wishes."

"No."

"Then don't talk about it." She turned her face away. "In the end, you must also want to get something from me. I won't be easily fooled."

……

...

Seeing her open the bento box, he hesitated.

"Touma (pronounced by Fujima)...Tomato. Look, it reads so much like your last name. You are brother and sister." Jun handed him the chopsticks.She made tomato eggs.

"Who said that because of the similar pronunciation, I will like tomatoes. Besides, since we are siblings, we shouldn't eat them."

"I didn't expect you, sir, to be so moral... People just see that you don't eat lunch every day, it's pitiful. Even if you are a pervert, it can't change the fact that you are a carbon-based creature. You still need carbohydrates to maintain your life."

"But I feel very uneasy. Did you ask me to come here specifically to let me eat?" Fujima looked at her slightly suspiciously.

"I suddenly came to my senses." She showed a detached look after realizing it, "Because I am Shaking M, and my favorite thing to do is self-torture."

"Ah."

"A pure blooming girl fell in love with a perverted psycho teacher, and finally reaped the fruit of her own life without a whole body. Such a touching story about the loss of life." Fascinated look.

"Have you read too many romance novels?"

"That's not true. The classification of this kind of story is not romantic, but weird. If parallel worlds really exist, if we met at different times, there must be such a possibility."

In countless countless worlds, she has played the role of a single arrow.Judging from those broken pieces, he always regarded her as a stranger.Although there was an occasional world or two where they would have a physical relationship, outside of that relationship he would still see her as a stranger.It was the same development as the story she just told.

"Do you have Stockholm syndrome?"

"Just eat the tomato as if it were me. Don't you really want to eat me?"

"Although I like this suggestion." He still looked at her cautiously with a little doubt, "I still feel a little uneasy, you didn't put pushpins or something in it, did you?"

"I am M. M will only be hurt by others, but not others." She picked up the library copy he gave back, and continued to read where she saw it last time.

"My sister is an S." He held the chopsticks slightly jerky.

"I really have a sister."

"Well, yes. I kid you not. We're twins, but she has black hair and eyes, so we don't look alike."

"But you were taken to the welfare institution alone. Didn't your sister go with you?"

The corners of his mouth rose gently, showing a warm smile: "She can't go with me, because Her Royal Highness is dead."

Chun lowered her eyes, and she finally understood who his highness the princess was, his twin sister.And the people he called so afterward were all substitutes for his younger sister.

But those selves who have been torn apart by the fragments of the world don't know this fact, so they will despair after realizing that she is not the origin but a substitute, because her irreplaceability as an individual is denied by him who is the only one she relies on, and her whole being also It has become like a joke.

However, such a death is also "happiness" for her.Because she must be satisfied with the ending where all values ​​are denied and the self is completely destroyed.

Taste joy in the ashes of burning, and experience happiness in the despair of being cornered.

Born for total negation.For her, despair and happiness can be equated.

After hundreds of millions of different endings, he still longs to be destroyed.

It really is an M, myself.

"You must be sick." Chun said decisively, "Take a girl like your twin sister as a substitute for your own sister, and call someone else a princess. This is sickness, crazy."

"I am indeed sick. The princess is sick." Fujima ate his meal slowly and sincerely agreed to the fact that he was sick.

She put her face on her hands and asked curiously, "So how do I look like her?"

"That's a very subtle feeling. It's a feeling that I'm sure of something when I see you. It's really indescribable." He said in a soft tone.

"So, Hitoko Kirino, who is more like her?"

"It's very obscene for you to say that." He seemed to have thought of something very perverted, and he showed that kind of gentle and sick look in a crazy way.

"That's because your thoughts are too dirty!"

His heart must be full of filthy things, and once those messy thoughts pour out, they will definitely dye the entire Sea of ​​Japan in pitch black.

"I'm full." He put down the bento box, closed his eyes and yawned, before lazily falling on her lap.

"You did it on purpose." She was taken aback by this move.

"Well, I did it on purpose." He put his head on her lap and looked at her with half-opened eyes, "If you don't ask me, I can't think of that much. But now I may understand, why I want to ravage you."

"Why?" She leaned her back against the trunk, and the dense shade hid them well.

"On the day my sister died, her soul became a part of my body. However, I still gradually felt empty after that. It must be because her soul left me. I think your body must be inhabiting I love her soul, that's why I want to make you a part of me so much. So..." He looked up at her, and the gap between the leaves cast harmonious light and shadow in his eyes, making his eyes look tender The illusion of water, he said softly, with a slightly hoarse voice, "Can you forgive me?"

"Forgive what?"

"Yeah...what on earth are you going to forgive..." He smiled slightly, looking a little helpless.

She touched the tear mole under his left eye with her fingertips: "I like this."

"All of me is yours, you can destroy me, break me, and ravage me. So, please forgive me..." He persisted like a child.

"I'm M, and I don't ravage people." She said softly, "And suddenly let me say 'forgive you', there is no reason at all."

"I really want to go back, and I wait for a miracle every day." He took her hand on his face, "I'm sober, so I know you must think I'm sick now. I know your name, I also know that you are not her. But the nature of the soul is the same, I am not looking for a substitute like a crazy person..."

She felt that he was inexplicably pitiful for trying to explain but couldn't explain clearly.

So she said nonchalantly: "I forgive you. I have forgiven you a long time ago. Because I am M."

Thinking of the sporadic fragments in the fragments of the parallel world, she felt that she was really an M.

"I said..." He spoke in that soft and sick tone again, but this time there was something innocence in his voice that made her feel creepy like a child, "Let's live a good life..."

"Your thinking leaps too far, I can't keep up." Chun looked up at the sky helplessly.

"We can live together." He rested his head firmly on her lap, "Because the world cannot be without the other half of Her Royal Highness, so can I lock you in a cage?"

"No. You're going to jail." She was deadpan.

"I'm joking..." he said softly.

"Because your mind is so dirty and perverted and obscene, it doesn't look like a joke at all. This kind of thing looks like you can really do it."

"Even if I'm a pervert, it's impossible for me to have no common sense. Otherwise, how could I have survived until now."

"Being able to make such a joke means that you must have thought about doing this...Pervert, stay away from me."

"I found it."

"what."

"I must be M." He narrowed his eyes slightly, and said seriously, "I like it very much when you scold me. It must be because this kind of insult contains your love for me."

"How did you know that I love you..."

"The feeling of falling in love at first sight, wanting to ravage, break, or make it tattered must be something we both share. I believe so." He moved closer to her side and hugged her tightly. Her waist, "It's like my sister and I both understand that our world doesn't need other people at all, as long as we have each other, we can live forever."

"Sexual harassment must be limited. If you continue, I don't know what you will do." She said helplessly, picking up the handbag beside her and smashing it at his head. Dangerous... You must know that this is a very loss."

"Although I have taken a lot of photos of you and pasted them on the wall of the dark room in the dormitory, I still want to see you who can move every day..." He raised his head after the heavy blow of his schoolbag, and said softly in a terminally ill soft tone , he raised his hand, and his fingers slowly slid across her arm, "And this soft skin feel... I am very satisfied."

"Sir, when you said that, I already wanted to light candles for myself. Being perverted and pasted photos all over the wall, this is obviously a harbinger of murder. And what about skin touch... It feels like you are going to soak me It's like being in formalin..."

"I just said this to express my desire to see you every day. It seems that I really don't suit too subtle expressions..."

"Do you think it's really subtle?" She asked in a low voice.

"I want to see you who can scold me and beat me every day, and I really want to put you in..."

'In the cage' she seemed to hear his unspoken words.

"All in all, I have a disease that makes me sick when I don't see the princess. Once I get sick, I don't know what will happen."

"Because I'm M, so it doesn't matter." She packed the bento box and chopsticks, "Even if you don't have social science classes every day, I will bring you meals."

"Can I take a nap on you every day, too?"

"Don't say anything ambiguous." She picked up her shoulder bag, and looked back at him when she left, "If I can live long enough to be able to stand on my own, at that time, it doesn't matter if I'm locked in a cage .”