[Wen Ye] Ghosts and Notes

shadow in the mirror

——I am so bad though.

But I still hope that you can like me.

"...■■■...!"

It was like listening underwater, hearing the blurred and distorted voices in the distance.

--who is it?

"Hey, ■■...you still..."

The consciousness that was originally immersed in the deep sea was awakened by trivial and persistent calls.

Trying to concentrate, the boy turned his ears to distinguish the sound rays loaded in the gurgling water waves.

"—Tsushima."

He heard a familiar and firm voice that made people want to cry and was gentle.

"Huh?" The originally stretched brows suddenly frowned, the bandage-wrapped fingers flinched, and the boy narrowed his eyes, "...what's going on."

Curiously looking at the unconscious person lying on the ground, "Shadow" was a little confused, "Why did you suddenly start resisting..." Obviously everything went smoothly before.

In the dimly lit room, soft spots of light continuously poured out from the gray-haired boy's slightly white chest—but the speed at which the light escaped kept decreasing until it disappeared and stagnated.

Noticing the situation on Tsushima's side, the man turned around and said, "What's wrong." With his head resting on his chin, someone with a few traces of worry floating on his face asked, "Have you encountered a problem? Is there a solution?"

"Probably only half of it was taken away... that's not okay." It's not enough to get only part of the "book".Shaking his head, "Shadow" sighed, "Why did you suddenly resist..." I couldn't figure it out.

"Hmm." Pressing his knuckles against his upper and lower lips, Fyodor showed a thoughtful expression, "Then should we kill him again? It should be possible to take it forcibly." He said some cruel thoughts in a natural tone.

——Because I don't care at all, so there is no so-called empathy.

The purple eyes with no emotion scanned the person lying on the cold floor like a rag doll.

The boy's white skirt was dyed black by large patches of red, and because of the coagulation of blood, the bright red color gradually darkened, turning into a viscous color like ink stains.

And under the blood red, there is a long wound on the white neck that is slowly healing and is about to heal.

Obviously, in order to disperse each other's power, the two had committed what could be called "murder".

"Yeah." In response, he snorted, turned his wrist around, conjured up the sharp blade between his fingers as if by magic, and then squatted down slowly. Just as he was about to move, the dull loud noise made the "Shadow"'s hand tremble. The movement stopped.

"Huh?" Blinking his eyes in doubt, he was about to say something when another violent vibration came from the ground.

The direction of the sound, is the gate?

The corner of the black robe swayed slightly following the master's sideways posture, drawing an arc in the air.Squinting his eyes, Fyodor opened the door solemnly and went out to investigate the situation.

In order to avoid people's eyes, the address of the stronghold is temporarily set on the side of the abandoned factory.

But... Even if Osamu Dazai finds out, that guy shouldn't be able to get through in a short time, after all, he has demolished the bridge leading to this side.

...Then, who is the person making noise outside?

Following the clues and investigation, I finally found the stronghold of a certain annoying mouse. "The bridge has been demolished, so it looks like this is here~" He frivolously drew the end of the voice, put his hands in his pockets, and blinked his kite-colored eyes Unblinking against the tall buildings standing in the distance and the closed factory warehouses.

"So...why did you meet a certain black slug." Sticking out his tongue in disgust, Osamu Dazai put on a weak expression, "It's so disgusting, no matter what kind of slug it is, it makes you People are so unpleasant."

"..." Indifferently flinging his eyes, "Nakahara Chuya" gritted his teeth viciously, but didn't say anything in surprise.

"Chuya actually learned to be patient, it's really not easy~" After a whistle, someone pretended to be funny and taunted, and lengthened the ending.

In the end, he still swallowed the words on his lips, "Tch." Zhong Yuanzhong also let out an irritable sound.

Anyway, it's pointless to be angry with this guy, and being easily provoked by him still won his favor.

Taking a few deep breaths, suppressing the roiling anger and killing intent in his heart, the brown-haired man turned his back.

"Is there any way for Chuya?" Changing the subject, his leisurely expression faded, and he put his hands in his pockets, Dazai Osamu asked seriously.

"Nonsense." Putting on his top hat with one hand, his clear blue eyes lowered, looking at the dilapidated buildings around him. "If there is no bridge, just build one." The corners of his mouth curled up, revealing a slightly arrogant smile.

A red light emerged from the body of the brown-haired man, he raised his left foot fiercely, and the black heel sank into the ground.Cracks continued to spread on the road, and the huge pressure caused the ground to gradually sink.

Countless rubble and rubble seemed to be supported by an invisible hand, floating in mid-air.

He took off his black gloves and pressed his clean hands tightly to the ground.

Taking a deep breath, he increased the output of supernatural powers, concentrated, and thin sweat gathered on the man's forehead, "...Hold me up." Muttering in a volume that he could hear, Nakahara Chuya murmured Said.

"...Wait, this feeling."

As if he noticed something, he paused for a few seconds, "So that's why you refused." "Shadow" closed his eyes.

Reluctantly flattening the corners of the raised lips, looking at the person lying on the ground with trembling fingertips, who was about to wake up, "That's great." A gloomy sigh overflowed from his mouth.

"I'm a little jealous." Because I robbed part of the power of the "book", at this moment, I can clearly feel the gradually clear call.

The boy raised his hand, grabbed the other person's hair, and forced Tsushima, who woke up Yoyo and was still a little fuzzy, to look at him.

"...I just want to live." I can no longer pretend to be relaxed, and my shoulders tremble slightly, reflecting the restless heart of the owner of the body.

Just like looking in a mirror, the two sections of the mirror are two faces with completely different expressions.

——From those dark eyes that were muddy but contained a sliver of light, the broken boy saw his embarrassing and angry reflection.

Came back to his senses, then sighed, Tsushima showed sad eyes.His lips squirmed up and down, as if he wanted to explain something, but in the end he still didn't speak, and silently looked at the angry person in front of him calmly.

Why not resent.

In a world so filthy, so full of mistakes and malice, so painful, why can you still laugh.

A small voice melted into the silent air, "Because I like him." As if knowing what the other party was thinking, Tsushima slowly answered the other party's question.

"If I have him by my side, even if this is hell..." After a pause, the gentle boyish voice continued, "I will feel very happy."

long silence.

"Sigh." He raised his arm and scratched the back of his head, "I give up." "Shadow" said decadently.

Startled by the sudden change in the other party's attitude, "...Huh?" Tsushima tilted his head, lowered his eyes without blinking, and put his hand on the bandage wrapped around his cheek, as if feeling something thinking boy.

"You are different from me." With a long sigh, "You are the expected existence." As the words dissipated, the gauze was untied and fell silently from between the fingers.

The red crystals are like gems, shining with round luster, inlaid on someone's fair forehead.Without saying anything, he expressed his decision with actions, and clasped the crystal firmly with his fingers.Because of excessive force, the teenager's fingertips turned slightly white.

A crisp cracking sound of tooth acid resounded, and the atmosphere returned to loneliness, only the light red powder fluttering under the moonlight.

"It's just that I can't fulfill the agreement with him."

The "Shadow" that was about to dissipate spit out his last words, "If you see Fyodor, please help me to say sorry to him."

Even though we only have a relationship of use, when it really came time to separate, I suddenly felt a little sad.

Perhaps, this is probably what you mean by "like".

"The door is sealed." Looking at the traces, no one has been here for a long time, it seems that it is not the right way.

"Hey, let's go..." Just as he was about to turn around and change direction, the brown-haired man hadn't let go of his raised hand when he was forcibly attracted by the sound of breaking through the air beside him.

Seeing the scene where the smoke and dust were rising and the gate tied with an iron lock was blowing violently, Osamu Dazai touched his cheek awkwardly, "..."

If he had tilted his head just a little bit, his head would probably have flown out with the force just now. "Sure enough, no matter which world the slugs are from, they are all so violent."

A low voice came out of his mouth, "Just take a shortcut." Ignored a certain mackerel's complaints.

Maintaining the movement of raising his feet, staring at the completely destroyed iron gate, Zhongyuan Zhong also clicked his lips, "Let's go." He smoothed the hair that had slipped from his ear to the back of his ear, and then continued to move forward.

"Oh, does Zhong Fei know where the mouse's lair is?"

"I don't know." He threw out a few indifferent words neatly, "I just know where Tsushima is."

After hesitating for a while, he put his gloved right hand on his chest, and the brown-haired man felt the faint temperature from his heart.

——Through the "pages", I vaguely saw the child... an illusory and somewhat fragile figure.

...That guy is still so annoying.

The author has something to say: Zhongya in the next chapter: ?Aren't you a kid, why are you so big all of a sudden (pupils flutter)

Tsushima: It’s okay, I’ll die first (An An).

Chief Zhong Ye:?

Tsushima: (gets up) I'm doing jpg again.

shadow:?Talk about suicide.