Yaohi Hill

Although Tokioi may not be the "brightness" he thinks he is, Yasha was deeply attracted when he saw her for the first time.

As if destined, no matter where he is, what he is doing, or what state he appears in, the possibility of intersection with her cannot be avoided.

Even though he is not the real Yasha now, but just a part of his memory, he still meets Shikui in despair.

With Shikui, he no longer wants to be a robber.

Before he met her, his life was full of aimless killings, as if just to keep himself alive, and he wanted to see those people's fearful eyes and awe-inspiring attitude.

It seems that the self in the eyes of others is the real living self.

But... now he has her.

Since meeting her, my cold heart seems to have softened.

As long as I was with her, the smell of blood on my body seemed to disappear, and the once lonely air and cold wind became warm.

She will not look at him with fear, even though he is very jealous of the man who looks like him - he must be very important to her, so whenever she mentions that guy, she will show a kind of expression that makes him very uncomfortable eyes.

Yasha didn't take the initiative to propose to leave, but his resistance was gradually known by everyone.

Just because Yasha's cruel appearance in the past was so deeply rooted in the hearts of the people, no one dared to oppose his decision at the beginning, but as time passed day by day, the vicious and vicious thieves who were dissatisfied because they hadn't killed or looted for a while Complaints began.

"What is the leader thinking...?!"

"He is no longer a "Yasha". After being with that woman, he seems to want to be a good person."

"It's really unforgivable—abandoning one's subordinates casually for the sake of a woman, isn't it something we just come and go when we call it?"

Such a leader is not what they need.

They couldn't tolerate such a nightshade, but they never dared to act rashly.

No one will forget how cruel and cruel this man was, and those terrible memories remind them that although Yasha is no longer Yasha, he is not easy to mess with.

At this time, Yasha, the leader who made them determined not to follow, was staying with Shikui.

He didn't hear the complaints from those people, and as soon as he came back, he hurried to Shikui's room, staring at Shikui's sleeping face intently, Yasha's eyes were full of concentration, and there was a touch of gentleness between his brows .

It was already late at night.

The indoor oil lamp was still on, and the bean-sized light was dim, making everything around it look like it was covered in a layer of black veil.

Shi Kui's face was illuminated by this faint light, adding a bit of quiet beauty.

Actually she wasn't asleep.

When he just stepped into the door, she woke up.

Although she didn't open her eyes, she could still clearly feel his eyes full of love, like a ball of flame.

Ever since she said the words that she was worried that he would be hurt, he no longer burned, killed and looted with other thieves as usual.

He will accompany her, even if he doesn't do anything, just stay by her side quietly.

He won't tell Shikui his inner feelings, but all his actions show his strong feelings for her.

But for Shi Kui, this was a rather painful experience.

Because since she discovered her mood, she has been in a state of extreme struggle.

What are you struggling with...?

She wanted to do it countless times, but as soon as she saw the face that was exactly the same as Yasha, she immediately gave up the idea of ​​taking his life personally.

No...can't do that.

At least...not now.

She was struggling, but suddenly found that one of her hands was tightly held in the palm of another bigger hand.

Shi Kui could feel the temperature of his palm.

It's hot, like the warm sun.

Then in the next second, it seemed that something soft and hot fell on her forehead, and the feeling of lightly passing by like a slender feather made her stunned for a moment.

"...Wait for me to come back, tomorrow. I will take you out of here."

Yasha whispered softly.

He seemed to have made a private decision again.

Shi Kui didn't know why, but felt a little uneasy after hearing this sentence.

She couldn't pretend anymore, she opened her eyes and looked at him: "What are you going to do?"

Yasha froze for a moment: "..."

"Can't you tell me the reason?" Shi Kui looked disappointed.

Seeing her expression, Yasha's tight lips loosened.

"Before I met Aoi... I was always a thief."

Those old memories reappeared in his mind again.

Children born without father and mother struggled to grow up under the bullying and white eyes of the villagers.

Not getting enough to eat is very common.

More often, he can only beg and even compete with animals for food.

A person without strength is worse than a dog.

People who have been struggling with death for a long time, there is no distinction between good and evil.

In order to survive, human beings can think of any way.

He chose to be a thief and make a living by plundering.

From then on, his hands were covered with blood and sin.

It's not that I don't feel nothing. After killing so many people, I occasionally recall the eyes of those people when they were dying.

Maybe... one day, he will be punished by the gods.

I, who harbors an inexplicable hatred for human beings, actually feel a sense of regret.

When he seemed to talk about the past in a calm tone, Shi Kui felt an indescribable heartache at the same time.

"It can't go on like this."

"Although I'm destined to be a heinous guy, I don't want my woman to suffer any harm because of me in the future."

He suddenly hugged Shi Kui tightly, and the soft body that he was in close contact with had the temperature and fragrance that he craved.

"I don't want to be a thief anymore, but those guys...have followed me for a long time, I can't take you out of here without telling them."

Yasha's voice gradually became deeper and deeper, full of tenderness and anticipation.

"Let's get out of here when I'm done with this, shall we?"

"...Okay." Shi Kui's eyes were complicated, she put her arms around his waist, "Promise me, you will come back unharmed."

The answer that rang in his ears made him ecstatic. Yasha took a last look at Shikui, and then took the knife that he never left.

The thieves haven't rested yet.

They lit a fire in the woods not far away, and then a group of people sat together, seeming to be arguing about something.

When they saw Yasha, the original noisy volume suddenly dropped, and everyone looked at him with strange eyes.

Yasha's face turned cold.

Years of combat experience and the ability to survive from the dead made him aware of a killing intent.

No one spoke anymore, but suddenly a voice rang out: "Master Yasha, do you really want to do this?"

"..." He frowned, and suddenly found that the other party was very emotional. He seemed to uncontrollably draw out the knife from his waist, and went straight to him. "You are no longer worthy to be our leader."

"Unforgivable...unforgivable..."

This person kept chanting the same sentence, and this sentence seemed to be contagious. The bandits who were also shocked around picked up the weapons in their hands one after another, and walked towards Yasha step by step.

"What's wrong with you...?" Yasha gritted his teeth, his eyes were full of anger and intolerance.

His expression gradually turned cold, and the unstoppable aura on his body, like a storm, shocked everyone present in an instant.

Although their brains were groggy at the moment, as if they were controlled by monsters, and their minds were full of thoughts of killing Yasha, but facing Yasha at the moment, their minds were briefly cleared up.

Someone's face was pale and trembling, but they only hesitated for a moment, and soon, they picked up the knife at the same time.

Yasha said coldly: "Very well, so you actually want to kill me."

"You guys did it first, so don't blame me for being merciless."

……

A group of people fighting against one person sounds incredible.

But Yasha feels that everyone today seems to have lost the fighting power of being by his side in the past, and he can finish off a person who rushed forward with a knife just by meeting him.

Although his movements were accurate, he missed the vital parts every time.

But these former subordinates seemed to really want him to die, and everyone's expression was very ferocious, as if they had a sworn hatred with him.

Although these people are robbers, as long as they are human, they will have feelings.

Although he disdains the identity of a robber, he can't forget that he has been with these people day and night.

In order to survive, he used an extremely despicable method, but since childhood, this has been his survival rule.

In this chaotic world, no matter what method you use, as long as you can survive, you will be fine.

In a sense, these people who voluntarily follow him have become his companions.

But... why, they wanted to kill him?

While he was in a daze, Yasha watched his blade stab into a person's body, bright red blood splashed out from the wound, like a blooming flower blooming in the air.

He woke up suddenly.

Surrounded by fallen corpses, Yasha stood alone in the middle of the corpses, silently watching their blood flow out from under his body.

"……how so……"

Obviously not like this, I didn't kill them...

He is a thief, and he has killed many innocent people, but when he wants to give up this identity, why... let him kill these people he didn't want to kill?

Suddenly, a voice rang out.

"How pitiful."

Yasha turned his head and saw a handsome man.

The man with seaweed-like black hair has exceptionally fair skin, revealing an abnormal paleness, and his delicate eyebrows reveal a kind of evil femininity.

His tone was full of regret and sympathy.

"None of these things would have happened, but it's a pity...you ruined everything for your own selfish desires."

"Who are you?" Yasha looked at him coldly.

"It doesn't matter who I am, but...do you still remember who you are?" There was a mocking smile on the man's lips.

Yasha didn't understand the meaning of his words, but his head suddenly felt a sharp pain as if it exploded.

His vision gradually blurred.

who I am……

In that night, helpless and abandoned by all the villagers, the girl was finally rescued by him.

Under the bright maple leaves in the sky, she looked up at him and smiled quietly in his arms.

In the end, she lay on his body and wept bitterly, like she who had lost the whole world.

no...it's not me...

He was the child who hid in a dark corner with ragged clothes and cold eyes.

Yasha suddenly remembered, but the memory of the most important part was always blank, until he looked towards the lake next to him.

The reflection of a person gradually appeared on the surface of the lake shimmering under the moonlight.

"This is you, remember?"

The man's voice was soft and cold, slowly crawling through his heart like a poisonous snake.

The author has something to say:

Naraku, you are really going to die miserably.

He is not a Yaksha but actually a tool of Naraku.