Ninja Sako

IF: Sako's memory about the main world has been cleared (hey

Sako is completely OOC (hey

I said to Zhong Ye, "Take me away."

At that time, the setting sun was like blood, and the wind was very strong on the empty airport, blowing his hair and black windbreaker.

He turned his back to me and asked, "Isn't there something else?"

"Those things are not as important as you," I said.

He turned around and held out his hand to me: "Let's go."

I stepped forward quickly, but he withdrew his hand. I looked up at him, puzzled.He took off the black gloves and stretched them out again.

This time I held his hand.

Convergence of body temperature.The heart trembled in an instant.

I lowered my head and muttered, "Sure enough, Senior Dazai is right."

"...What did that guy say again?"

"Shuozhong always likes to do unnecessary things." I said.

Zhong Ye gritted his teeth: "Squeeze you to death, brat."

I smiled and didn't speak.

What I didn't say was the second half of Dazai's sentence——

"That guy Chuya always likes to do superfluous things, but it seems a little romantic a lot of the time."

02.

After returning from Europe, Hong Kong gangsters ushered in a big upheaval—Osamu Dazai defected.

To be honest, Osamu Dazai's defection surprised both me and Chuya. That guy has darkness in his blood. He should have nowhere to go but the Mafia. Where can he go after defecting to Hong Kong gangsters?In other dark forces?

Then I heard the news of Oda Sakunosuke's death.

"...That guy actually has something he cares about." Nakahara Chuya said with a frown at that time.

That night he opened a bottle of red wine to celebrate. The red wine has a lot of stamina. I drank very little, but he drank a lot. If he was in a normal state, he must think it was a shameful waste. Behavior.

I understand that his emotions may not be right.

At this time, we were in his house, the two of us, the French windows were open, the wind blew through the scarlet brocade curtains hanging on the ground, and the lights of Wanjia in Yokohama were outside.

Zhong also likes this condescending angle.

Then he talked about some trivial matters between him and Dazai Osamu, most of them were scolding him, and after scolding, he sighed and finally got rid of him.

I listened in silence, and after he had said his last words I went over to clink glasses with him.He crushed the glass, and the shards scratched his fingers.

Then I heard his deep voice, "That bastard, how dare you defect..."

There was anger in his voice, but no killing intent.

This is the first time I've seen his anger without killing intent.

After all, Osamu Dazai is special to him.I thought.

I watched the blood dripping down his fingertips onto the carpet. It seemed a little awkward for me to clink glasses with him while holding the wine glass. He held it.

He raised his head, his eyes were cold, "Will you leave?"

"Where are you going?" I asked subconsciously.

But this gaffe only lasted for a few seconds. After I looked at him for a while, he let me go and said nonchalantly, "What a waste of good wine."

"Leaving the Port Mafia? Or leaving you?" I pressed.

I've never been a timid person, and I'll just ask if I want to know.

He hesitated for a few seconds, but what he said was: "You are too young."

In fact, he has already hidden the answer in this sentence.

I couldn't help but smile.

A triumphant smile.

He stared at me for a while, seemed a little annoyed, then shook his head and sat down on the chair over there, in that arrogant and domineering posture again, with his legs crossed on another stool, a vivid villain image.

I took my glass and walked to the window overlooking the city, Yokohama, home of the port mafia.

We persecute this city in our own way.

We also guard the entire city in our own way.

And here, I meet the port mafia.

He also met Zhongyuan Zhong.

03.

Not long after, the servant came up to pack up the things, Nakaya leaned on the chair and dozed off, while I turned my back to him and enjoyed the scenery outside.

The room was very quiet for a while, save for the rustling of servants packing things up.

The atmosphere is kind of weird.

I couldn't help turning around to look at him. He definitely noticed my gaze, but he still kept his original movements and let me look at him openly.

I wanted to say something, but because the servant was still there, I kept silent. After the servant left, I said, "Chuya..."

But he interrupted me: "It's getting late, you should go back to sleep."

To be honest, I was a little bit disappointed, but since he said that, I simply nodded, "Yeah."

Ever since I officially joined the Port Mafia and was received by Chief Sen, I have had my own house, empty and cold, just a house.

"Good night." I said to him.

"Good night." He still maintained that posture, half of his face was covered by the hat, I couldn't see his expression clearly, only his sharp jaw.

I pushed open the door and left, because I was thinking about irrelevant things, so my speed was very slow. After going down half a flight of stairs, I suddenly heard Zhongya calling me from above:

"Sako."

I looked up and saw Chuya standing in the doorway.

At the end of the stairs is a rather long and narrow window, the glass is the kind of church-like colorful broken glass.The light from outside shone in, illuminating his body in colorful colors. I couldn't see his expression clearly, but his eyes were as deep and dull as usual.

I stopped and turned to look at him.

"Stay here tonight," he said.

"Okay." I nodded.

04.

After drinking at night, I must take a shower. Before I walked into the bathroom, I asked, "Is my pajamas still there?"

I lived here in Zhongye for a period of time before, and I didn't take my things with me when I left.

"I lost it." The answer was not so surprising.

"Then what should I do?" I asked, "How about I wear your spare one? Anyway, yours is not too big for me..."

The fork in his hand flew directly towards me, and I shrank my head to avoid it.

It ended up giving me his spare pajamas anyway.

After coming out of the bathroom, he was no longer in the living room. I walked to his bedroom barefoot, pushed the door open and went in without knocking.He was also half lying on the bed in his pajamas, with a hat covering his face, and seemed to be thinking.

"Zhong Ye." I called out.

He moved aside, then stretched out his hand to pat the empty space.

It seems a little too intimate... I thought about it as I climbed into bed.Feet are a little cold.grumble.

As soon as I sat down, I heard him say: "I don't know the specifics of MIMIC, but there must be something strange about Dazai's betrayal. After all, I have known him for many years, and I still know some of his thoughts. Even if a person like him stays in the Hong Kong black is nothing but a double-edged sword."

Talking about business, I said cautiously: "The leader is a powerful person, and it was the leader who raised Dazai himself."

"Yes." Chuya said, and then he said in a low voice, "Dazai is too strong."

My heart suddenly turned cold, "You mean Dazai's leaving the leader..."

"Be careful." Zhong also interrupted my words.

I was taken aback, and then said "hmm".

After that, he talked about some things about Hong Kong black one sentence at a time. As the night gradually darkened, he yawned and threw his hat aside, "Go to sleep."

"Yeah." I was stunned after I finished speaking, "Where do you sleep?"

He looked at me, and I saw his Adam's apple twitch.

"Chung Ye?" I asked.

"Ah."

"Why did your Adam's apple move?" I asked.

He looked at me blankly: "...so?"

I... I understood it in an instant, and then I jumped out of bed and walked outside, "I'm going to the next bedroom to rest."

"You still have some brains." He snorted softly.

……cough.Suddenly a little shy.

05.

Kazuya’s vague feeling persisted all the time, and he never responded positively. I think it’s because I’m still young.

However, rumors about me and Zhongye were rampant within the Hong Kong gangsters. He never paid attention to it, but he never suppressed it.As time goes by, everyone is too lazy to talk about it, and doubts have become more and more unconsciously.

In another internal meeting, I usually stand behind him on the right, but this time he stopped before I followed him into the meeting room, took a look at me, and directly took my shoulders and took him with him. I walked in.

There was silence in the meeting room.

Some people's glasses almost fell off.

He led me up to the host stage in this grand manner before letting go, and then I did my job as an adjutant as usual, and was taken out like that again when I left.

I haven't heard any rumors about me and him since.

Probably it has already become a fact, so no one dares to make unreasonable remarks.

But my relationship with him didn't seem to have changed in essence, although since spending the night with him that night, I've moved back in.

There is no sweet talk, and the physical contact is only limited to when you are taken out and out.But I am not in a hurry or at a loss, everything is a matter of course.

On my coming-of-age birthday, I invited some friends, and everyone urged Zhong Ye to kiss one.Zhong also put on an impatient expression, he has always been immune to such provocations.I smiled and told everyone to be quiet, and then I walked up to him. He was sitting on the sofa with a look of "my uncle is very attractive", and then I bent down and touched his lips lightly.

He seemed to frowned slightly, but said nothing.

Then I got up and said, "That's it."

Everyone drank a lot that night, and he remained calm throughout, even after getting in the car.Even though it was our first kiss.

After getting out of the car, I took out the key and opened the door of the house. As soon as I entered the door, I was pulled by him and pressed against the wall for a kiss.The kiss was so intense that it made me tremble all over, and I instantly understood that he had been enduring it all the time at the birthday party.

We kissed all the way to the bedroom, and he stood by the bed and lowered his head and asked me: "Are you ready?"

"Ready." I replied, and held out my hand to him.

It was dark.

End of story.But my life with Mr. Chuya is still going on.

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