[Wen Ye] Ghosts and Notes

Following behind the silent young man, he tilted his head and opened his eyes, revealing pupils that were as dark as ink.

Akutagawa...Ryunosuke?

Chewing the name in my heart, memories flashed by.

This person is the master of "Rashomon".

Blinking his eyes and concentrating hard, the edges of Tsushima's originally black pupils turned blue, and broken and illusory characters flashed faintly.

I saw it, the black beast inside the opponent's body.

However, there was a strange sense of incongruity.

The black beast in the vision was silently dormant in the young man's body, like a rotten giant tree, lifeless.Turning his head and closing his eyes again, the gray-haired child pursed his lips.

This feeling is so strange.

It is obviously the same appearance in memory, but it feels strangely slightly dislocated.

Even if this is indeed what I once felt...Rashomon, but my instinct quietly concluded that this is not "Rashomon".

Not him, this is not him.

In my heart, a small voice told me the answer.

Noticing the slowed footsteps of the child behind him, the black-haired youth turned around suspiciously, "What's the matter?"

Seeing the other party shake his head, Akutagawa Ryunosuke was silent for a while, as if he was thinking about something.After a while, he stretched out his hand stiffly, with a slightly hesitant expression.

The fingertips moved slightly, holding the little hand, the rough fingertips felt the smooth and delicate skin of a young child, and the breathing stopped for a while.

Turning around, the white gradient hair tip swayed with the owner of the body, obediently sticking to both sides of the cheek.As if to cover up his embarrassment, he coughed a few times, and the young man said dully, "Let's go." His sparse eyebrows were slightly frowned, and his eyes fell on the child who was following him.

It's so weak, it's so weak that it will break if you put a little force on it.

Have you ever been this fragile?

The hand holding the opponent instinctively exerted force, but after realizing his own movement, Akutagawa quietly relaxed his strength.

Noticing the movement of the opponent's hand, the gray-haired child quietly raised his head that was originally drooping, looked at the opponent, and then quickly lowered his head.Raising his other free hand, Tsushima grabbed the originally neat collar around his neck, grabbed it tightly to tie it up—then silently retracted his head, and buried the lower half of his face into the neckline, as if doing so would Communication with the outside world can be avoided.

Where the palms touched, there was a faint warmth.They were strangers who had nothing to do with each other before, but just through skin-to-skin contact, there is an inexplicably reassuring intimacy.

This is, the temperature of human beings.

...This is the temperature that I fear and yearn for.

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"Ah, I'm sorry... Hey, Akutagawa?" Holding the doorknob, the white-haired young man stared blankly at the people outside the door, "What happened to the detective agency, did you ask me to help... ...?"

"Slow to death, Tiger." Said impatiently, sighed, seemed to lose interest in anger, parted his light-colored lips up and down, and spit out the words "This child is begging you... Nakajima. "The address at the end of the sentence was reluctantly uttered awkwardly, as small as a mosquito humming.

"Hey? It's okay, this child is an orphan..." Atsushi Nakajima murmured as he moved his purple-gold pupils downwards and looked at the silent child with his head down.Suddenly realizing that the words in his mouth could be called hurtful, he bit his tongue and hurriedly stopped, "Okay, I get it."

Squatting down, taking off the cleaning gloves on his hands, he gently touched the child's small hair with the palm of his hand, and rubbed tentatively, "Hello, my name is Atsushi Nakajima, what is your name?" Calm and gentle The sound filled the air.

"...Tsushima." There seemed to be no reaction, just a flat reply.

"Haha, I'll go and inform Mr. Dean, can Tsushima come with me for registration?" After a haha, Dun scratched his cheek, not minding the other party's indifferent attitude.

"Yeah." Hummed out an airy voice, and voluntarily let go of Akutagawa's hand, Tsushima took small steps and obediently followed behind him.

The drooping pupils were quietly raised, and they were wide open, watching the back of the person in front of them.

They are all very gentle people.

Before coming here, I had envisioned many possibilities of the orphanage, abuse, trafficking, harshness, or poverty-but the reality broke the imagination.

Although the courtyard is a bit old and dated, it has been cleaned in an orderly manner. A clean and warm scent of soap fills the air in the house, creating a sense of leisure and comfort.

The illusory trance of sleepwalking gradually wrapped around his mind like a snake.

Expect everything in front of you to be reality, but expect everything to be false.

Why do you think so.

Probably because I feel that the ugly alien, who is not a human being at all—must be unworthy of happiness.

I don't want to see their disappointed eyes.

Don't want to hear their sad cries.

If violent ecstasy can be avoided, there will be no sorrow.

If you get it, you are doomed to lose it, so at the beginning, just let go and give it up.

Again, and again, questioning why I "exist".

Wouldn't it be painful if you died right away?

I should not be alive.

Can I survive.

So what is the meaning of my life?

Can anyone tell me the answer.

No one answered.

"Your name is... Tsushima." Atsushi Nakajima stopped writing something in the notebook, as if he was waiting for the child's answer, "Is Tsushima your name? Don't you have a surname?" .” Seeing the silence of the other party, the white-haired young man smiled sarcastically, lowered his head and wrote his name, “Then, age and birthday.”

Realizing that the other party was asking him a question, Tsushima opened his mouth and hesitated for a few seconds, "Birthday... was nine days ago." Because he didn't bother to understand the current date, he didn't answer directly "Age... ...12 years old." He casually said an age that fits his current appearance.

A voice came in, "Huh? Is this the new kid?" The closed door was pushed open, and there was a creaking sound due to the lack of lubrication of the latch.

"Ah, Dean." He hurriedly raised his head, and Dun nodded, "This is Tsushima, the new kid who arrived today."

Scratching the temple hair on his face and pinning it behind his ears, the man slowly knelt down and showed a kind smile, "Hello, I'm Mori Ogai, and I'm the director of this orphanage. Please give me your advice." He tried to touch the head of the gray-haired child, but was quickly dodged.

"..." In silence, he took a few steps back, as if he was wary of something, Tsushima turned his head, ignoring the friendly smile put on by the other party.

He withdrew his hand in embarrassment, feeling the inexplicable hostility from the other party towards him, Mori Ogai raised the corners of his mouth, and smiled helplessly, "Well, I was the one to be abrupt, sorry, Tsushima-kun~"

"...Nothing." Sighed, turned back stiffly.

The restless emotions subsided slowly in my heart, and I understood where my resistance came from—in fact, it was just anger because of some past events in my memory.

Slightly frowning, with a heavy heart in his arms, he looked up at the black-haired man in a white apron, reluctantly spilling inaudible words from his throat. "...Please advise me more." Leaning forward, Tsushima made a bow.

Seeing the face of the child in front of him clearly, the purple pupils shrank suddenly, and because of surprise, his lips opened subconsciously, and then quickly closed his mouth.

Noticing Mori Ogai's expression, Atsushi Nakajima raised his eyebrows and asked suspiciously, "What's wrong...? Dean."

"It's nothing, I'm just too surprised." Take a deep breath, close your eyelids, after a while, open them again, and regain your calm eyes. "This really made me...shocked."

One hand touched his chin, lost in thought, Mori Ogai nodded his fingertips back and forth, "What is your relationship with Dazai Osamu?"

The author has something to say: #hate looking at others, afraid of being noticed. #

#Although I can communicate with people, and even do a good job in communication, but in fact I don’t want to do it#

#inferiority.Difficulty rejecting others.Eager to be affirmed, but refuse to communicate, afraid of being hurt#

#Lonely#

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Followed by the follow-up of the special beast novel, the plot has been completely changed.

Atsushi followed Mori Ogai and worked together in the orphanage, but the detective agency did not have enough staff to help.

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Mori Ogai had seen Dazai when he was a child, so he would be suspicious.

Dementia: So who, I don’t know, what is it (denies triple jpg.)