funeral

The 20th of every month is the day when Ito visits Nagasawa for a physical examination.

The apartment Nagasawa lives in is in the suburbs, and the security work in the apartment is usually taken in turn by several clever younger brothers in the team. For them, Ito is already a familiar face.

This doctor with a pretty face comes here regularly every month. He is indifferent and doesn't talk much, and he always leaves after the examination.

And the ambiguous/ambiguous relationship between him and Ruotou seems to have been an open secret for a long time, and all the younger brothers tacitly understand it.

But today, Ito's arrival made them a little embarrassed.

"What's the matter, where is Nagasawa?" Ito was not unaware of this inexplicable abnormality.

"That... the eldest brother is in the bedroom... I will see you in a while." The younger brother who was closest to him replied, and then took the coat cleverly.

"Oh, so," Ito nodded, "Then I'll wait for him in the living room."

In fact, he noticed the pair of motorcycle boots at the entrance early in the morning. It is a common problem for men to like the new and dislike the old.

Judging from the style of the shoes, the fresh/meat this time must be a child who is keen on trends and exaggerated dresses. Nagasawa's taste is really not that good...

Ito picked up the sencha that his younger brother made for him, started to read the newspaper and started to pass the time slowly, but the faint cry from the bedroom was sometimes high/high and sometimes low, making it impossible to calm down.

"What a noisy child." Ito muttered softly, and then took out a cigarette case from his pocket.

As soon as the fire was lit, there was the sound of the door opening.Ito leaned on the sofa with a cigarette in his mouth, quietly watching the person who came out of the bedroom.

The boy was dressed in strange clothes, slender and tall, with slightly long bleached light blond hair, ragged and disappearing at the edge of the collar.The lips became a little red/swollen due to the situation/event just now, especially on fair-skinned faces.

Ito lowered his eyes, and couldn't help taking a few puffs of cigarettes to hide his unhappiness. In his impression, Nagasawa rarely kissed people, at least he almost never did this behavior when he was in bed with him.

So, this kid...

"Mr. Ito, brother told you to come over." The younger brother's words interrupted Ito's thoughts. He got up and put out the cigarette butt and walked to the bedroom.

When the boy passed by, the other party looked at him a few more times because of curiosity, but Ito didn't pay much attention to it, just opened the door and entered.

There is a strong masculine atmosphere in the room, which reminds of the intense love/event that happened here not long ago.

Nagasawa was wearing a bathrobe and sitting lazily on the head of the bed smoking, obviously looking full after drinking and eating.Seeing this, Ito couldn't help frowning, and then walked aside to open the window to breathe.

"Sorry, I forgot you're coming today." Nagasawa flicked the cigarette ash with his hand, then sat up.

"It doesn't matter, it's just that your current state is not suitable for inspection, let's talk about it later." Ito picked up the medicine box and prepared to leave.

"Hey," Nagasawa called him from behind, "Don't you have anything to ask?"

Ito turned around and looked at Nagasawa for a while, hesitated again and again and finally asked about Takarazuka's situation.

"Although we haven't held a press conference yet, we found out from the inside that they are preparing for the funeral, and they have temporarily suspended their cooperation with the Sugita group... My son is dead, so why would I want to do business?"

"Oh, like this."

In this way, the young man who claimed to be Makoto Kirishima should be a fake, but why did he do that, Ito couldn't help but fell into deep thought, should he tell Nagasawa about this?

He looked up at that person, only to see that the other person put out the cigarette butt and gasped softly, then came to him and pushed himself on the bed.

"What are you going to do?" Ito's voice was calm.

"What are you doing?" Nagasawa stretched out his hand to caress/touch the face of the person below him, "That brat didn't fully satisfy me just now..."

Ito narrowed his eyes, "You want to use something that has just entered and exited someone else's body to enter my body?"

"Isn't it possible?" Nagasawa grabbed Ito's hair and leaned over to whisper in his ear, "I don't mind your body that has been rotten by others..."

After finishing speaking, Nagasawa looked at the man's increasingly pale face with satisfaction, and then slowly took off the tie of his bathrobe.

At the same time, in the manager's office of Takarazuka Corporation, a young man was sitting cross-legged in a large swivel chair, playing with the seal of the general manager.

"Hey, is this really good?" The boy at the side took off his peaked cap and brushed his hair, "Get close to someone who once killed 'you' rashly."

"What's wrong, I have to thank him," Makoto Kirishima took the documents at hand and folded the plane, "helped me get rid of such an eyesore as my elder brother."

It's just that he secretly released the part of his half-brother while collecting information from the outside world. I didn't expect that after the seemingly mischievous behavior, he could get such a pleasant surprise. While lamenting the efficiency of the Aizawa group, Kirishima also Amazed at their indiscretion.

"What a bunch of stupid people..." he murmured.

"Brother Cheng, you are too cunning," the young man said with a smile, "It's just that I don't understand that Mr. Zhihe can't beat you in the competition for heir, but why..."

"Because I don't like it..." Kirishima began to tear the wings bit by bit after folding the plane, "I don't like the kind of people who are obviously incapable but still try to have delusions... like this It's really annoying."

"Oh, oh, it's really scary... What are you going to do with that uncle?"

Kirishima Sho didn't answer, but the scene of meeting Ito kept repeating in his mind.

He was so nervous and scared at the time, but he still had to pretend to be calm. That man was really interesting.

"Mr. Kirishima, the president is looking for you." The message outside the door interrupted Kirishima's train of thought, he whispered something annoying and then threw the scraps of paper aside.

Ito's residence.

The temperature in the bathroom was very high, and the white light from the ceiling refracted randomly on the tiles and mirrors.The shower head was thrown in a corner, continuously spraying scalding water.

Ito sat on the ground neatly dressed, ignoring the already soaked coat and trousers.The lens on the bridge of the nose was covered with a thick layer of white mist by the heat in the bathroom, hiding his expression at the moment.

Should we cry?Under such circumstances, you should cry, if you are a person with rich emotions...

Although I knew that I was not equal to that man from the beginning, and I also acquiesced in such a relationship, but once I was really treated as an object of lust/desire, the dignity that should have been forgotten would jump out and laugh at myself .Who should be blamed for such contradictions and gaps?

Ito took off his glasses and rubbed his forehead. The part that was violated a few hours ago is still aching. It must be cleaned up quickly. He has a major surgery tomorrow...

Nagasawa walked to the living room after Ito left, picked up the sencha he had drunk before and poured it into his mouth.

The tea has already cooled down, bitter and cold, which is the reflection of my heart at the moment.

Obviously he only wanted to show a gentle expression to that person, but when he saw that face, the raging violence/desire in his heart instantly swallowed his reason.Only when he came back to his senses did he realize that the person who needed to be treated tenderly by him had already been tortured to the point of fainting.

There is no way to recover, right? Between myself and that person...

Time went according to the original track. Although every day was so boring that it was disgusting, the superimposition of similar days gave people the illusion that time passed faster.

The young man who claimed to be Kirishima never appeared again.

Sure enough, it was still a prank, Ito thought, since the other party didn't pester him any more, then let him go.

It was only when a package signed by Kirishima arrived at home one day that Ito realized that his thoughts were too naive.

There was a small piece of hair-like thing in the package box, and Ito recognized at a glance that it was the fake beard he had glued on when he was disguised that day.

The situation at that time was too chaotic, he didn't even bother to care about whether the makeup was in good condition, nor did he care about who else to beware of besides the young people around him.

So is it still caught?

Ito looked at the note in the box silently for a long time, then got up and called Nagasawa.

After ringing several times, there was a lazy response.

"What's the matter?" Nagasawa's voice on the other end of the phone was quite low, as if trying to restrain some emotion.

Ito grabbed the phone and was about to say something, but was interrupted by a high-pitched groan on the other end of the phone.

"What?" Nagasawa asked again, as if he hadn't responded for a long time.

"No...it's nothing..." Ito hung up the phone in a hurry and stared at the French windows in front of him in a daze.

That exaggerated barking/bed sound must be that child, right?Nagasawa, are they... still entangled?

In the afternoon of the next day, Ito came to a coffee shop called "Wild Elephant". In this coffee shop that he would not take a second look at on weekdays, there was a surprise "Waiting for you" at this moment - at least in the note sent That's what it says.

Ito doesn't like surprises, what he's curious about is only the other party's purpose, trying every means to get close to him, and doing everything possible to get something that can attract his attention, what is this man's intention.

"Here," Kirishima was sitting in a corner of the store and beckoning to Ito, "I'm sorry, I called you out without permission... What would you like to drink?"

"Coffee is fine." Ito pushed his glasses and sat down on the rattan chair.

"Hey, don't look at me like that..." Kirishima smiled wryly, "Don't you want to ask me some questions, such as why I called you out, and why did I know the inside story?"

"Even if you don't ask, you will tell me everything," Ito looked at the person in front of him firmly, "because you are a person who wants to show too much, aren't you?"

Hearing those words, Kirishima gradually stopped smiling, and after a moment of silence, he spoke again, "You are such an unpleasant man..."

"To each other." Ito responded immediately.

It seems that this conversation cannot continue properly, Kirishima played with Buffy silently, as if he wanted to wrap every piece of fruit with cream and ice cream.

"So, why did you call me here?" Ito sighed.

"what?"

"I still have a lot of things to deal with, and I don't have much free time to spend here," Ito said helplessly, "So what is your purpose?"

"I just want to have afternoon tea with you..." Kirishima looked innocent and sincere.

"...what about the 'surprise' you speak of?"

"There's no such thing at all..." Kirishima smiled and waved his hands, "I was just worried that you wouldn't go to the appointment easily, so I made some stunts."

I don't have any words to describe my current mood, what is the little devil's mind now...

Although he was very upset, Ito still stirred the coffee calmly on the surface.

"However, I still want to thank you," Kirishima put down the small spoon in his hand, "you got rid of my big brother for me."

"...Your elder brother?"

"That's right," Kirishima nodded. "The person who died in the theater that day was called Kirishima Shikazu. He was my elder brother, the heir of the Takarazuka Society...and I'm just an illegitimate child who doesn't have the right to inherit."

"So the information was wrong from the beginning..." Ito stopped what he was doing.

"Yeah, but thanks to Aizawa-gumi's negligence, I was able to escape."

"What does 'not have the right to inherit' mean? Even if it is an illegitimate child, it should have this right from a legal point of view."

"That's because I signed a contract to voluntarily renounce my inheritance rights...my elder brother asked for it."

"So..." Ito looked at the young man in front of him who was concentrating on tasting desserts, and then picked up his cup, "So, you are now the sole heir, right?"

"Eh?"

"When your eldest brother dies, the nominal heir is gone, and the contract is automatically voided, so you are the only heir."

"It seems so." Kirishima stopped his hands and licked the jam on the corner of his mouth.

"So no matter who you are or who you are, you are the enemy of Aisawa-gumi."

"Ah, that's right." Kirishima tilted his head and smiled, seemingly quite satisfied with Ito's reasoning, "Hey, you really didn't disappoint me."

Hearing the young man's sudden change of tone, Ito couldn't help frowning.

The author has something to say:

Some time ago, I asked everyone to pay more attention to their bodies, but I didn't expect that I would be tricked. It seems that things like flags really can't stand up randomly. . .

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Sure enough, this update is also almost a month later. . . .