Kneeling and begging to live past the age of 18

The world is illusory and clear. The familiar house in front of me is what I remember, but the other borders seem to be torn apart, and I can't see more.

But at this time, Giorno was not in the mood to notice the distance. An eager mood made him almost impatient to come to the door, but at the moment when he raised his hand to open the door, he fell into an inexplicable feeling. hesitation.

What is waiting for me in the room at the door?

It was like putting on the Schrödinger's cat. Before opening it, everything was fluctuating between expectation and disappointment, but Giorno vaguely felt that such a thing had been experienced many times.

Disappointed every time.

However, this time it seems that something is different.

Giorno lowered his head, looking at Margaret in his hand, lost in thought.

In the end...what's the difference?

Without giving him much time to think, the sound of footsteps gradually approaching in the room separated by the door is very familiar to people, and the rules between the steps can make people predict the next sound just by listening.

And then—the door, was opened.

Subconsciously, Giorno hid the Margarita in his hand behind his back.

"Giorno?"

There was a familiar softness in the brown eyes, and the gentleness in the gaze towards him, like a misty mist, shrouded his surroundings, making people extremely at ease.

"Why stand there stupidly at the door and not enter the house?"

There was helplessness in Miki Nozomi's voice, she turned sideways to make way for half a passage, urging Giorno.

"Come in quickly."

Giorno stared at that face fixedly, and the other party did not urge him, but just stared at him helplessly with those clear eyes.

After a long time, Giorno seemed to finally come to his senses. He blinked and softly called the name engraved in his heart.

"Ash."

"Well, what happened?"

"Ash."

"Giorno?"

Miki Nozomi at the door had doubts in his eyes, and even started to look him up and down with worry.

"Did you get bullied by someone?"

"what……"

Giorno's hand holding the flower was suddenly clenched, but relaxed slightly the moment he noticed the flower in his hand.

In a place where no one saw, a petal fell to the ground by itself without wind.

Giorno, who couldn't turn his head back, felt the intact flower branch in his hand, and after heaving a sigh of relief, his eyes turned to Miki Nozomi.

"I seem to be bullied by someone."

Giorno's voice was full of blankness and a bit of grievance that was not obvious but could still be heard.

"But I can't remember who it was."

But sad.

Very sad, very sad, something he had never experienced before, a feeling more insane than hunger, more intolerable than night.

In the end... what is it?

"Well, tell me when Giorno thinks about it."

Miki Nozomi raised his hand, Giorno bowed his head knowingly, and in the next second, he stroked the top of his head softly and comfortingly, and said something eccentric without hesitation.

"After all, Giorno is so cute, it must be the fault of those who bully Giorno."

"Um……"

Giorno stretched out his arms to embrace the existence in front of him, the familiar breath made him sigh softly, and his arms subconsciously tightened, as if once he let go, this person would completely disappear without a trace, so that he could never find it again.

Can't let go.

You have to hold on tight.

With his eyes slightly closed, a hint of doubt flashed in Giorno's blue eyes.

Myself...why do I have such an idea?

The second petal fell silently.

"Okay, okay, Giorno is still acting like a baby at such an age, it's a joke to be known by other people."

"It's ok."

Giorno still didn't let go.

"Whether other people laugh or not has nothing to do with me."

Rather, it is an indescribable honor.

"But is Giorno going to act like a baby at the door like this?"

There was teasing in the gentle voice.

"It will be seen by many people, anyway, let's go home first."

"……it is good."

Taking a deep breath, he finally let go of his embrace, with a little bit of caution, like a cat leaving reluctantly, he gently pawed at his sleeves with his paws, silently , but it makes people feel pitiful.

Fortunately, the owner who was pulled by the sleeves did not refuse. Instead, after closing the door, he grabbed the insecure cat and returned to the warm room.

Giorno allowed himself to be held, but the held hand dishonestly searched for the other's fingers, deepened a little bit, and then...fingers intertwined.

A sense of satisfaction arises spontaneously from the bottom of my heart.

"Ash."

Giorno whispered the other party's name again, quickened his pace, and came to Miki Nozomi.

"Ok?"

"Give it to you."

The flower, which has been hiding behind him and carefully avoiding sight even when hugging, is placed in front of Miki Nozomi at this moment. The bright yellow flower core is surrounded by pure white petals, even with tiny dewdrops, precarious.

"It's the first one I've seen this year."

Every year, he would pick off the first Marguerite he saw and give it to the other party.

Sometimes it is bright red, sometimes it is deep purple, sometimes it is light yellow... He will see Margaret, and then bring it back and give it to her.

But... since I know that white chrysanthemums are mostly used for memorial service and funerals, they will be given away in other colors. Why are white chrysanthemums given away now?

and……

Why are some petals missing?Did you not pay attention?

Giorno couldn't help but began to meditate, but was interrupted by Miki Nozomi's voice again.

"very beautiful."

Miki Nozomi took the white Margarita from Giorno's hand, not at all annoyed by the incomplete petals, and the smile on her lips became more gentle.

"I've been waiting for it."

Been...waiting for...it?

Giorno suddenly felt a little uneasy. It was obviously just an ordinary Margarita, but the white petals flickered intermittently like some kind of signal.

The third petal remained in front of his eyes and fell silently.

Giorno stared down at the sudden white petals on the floor, feeling more and more bewildered.

I... forgot what?

"Speaking of which, it's almost Giorno's birthday, right?"

Miki Nozomi gave Giorno's hand without realizing it, and Giorno pursed his lips uncomfortably.

Following her eyes, she came to the kitchen. After a while, Miki Nozomi took out the vase again and put the white Margarita in it. She raised her eyes and talked with Giorno about another topic.

"Is there any gift you want?"

"Gift?"

"Yes, gift."

As if it was just an ordinary discussion, after putting the vase on the coffee table, Miki Nozomi sat on the sofa and spoke with a chuckle.

"After all, I'm a practical person. I definitely want to give them for daily use, but I have given them clothes, scarves, and hats over the years, so this time I want to ask Giorno if he has any. something you want."

Subconsciously wanting to get closer to the other party, he clearly knew that he should be sitting on the sofa opposite at the moment, but Giorno sat beside Miki Nozomi without the slightest hesitation.

"I should have."

The gift you want, what is the gift you want?

"Then what does Giorno want?"

Miki Nozomi asked.

"Although there may be no sense of expectation, I will still put a small gift together."

Want... what?

The hand came to the other side little by little as if uncontrollable, until he held the other's warm hand again, the restlessness in his heart calmed down slightly.

"No, everything is fine."

The blue eyes also softened, with the light like the dawn, Giorno's eyes only reflected Miki Nozomi.

"As long as you give it to me, no matter what it is, I will cherish it."

"It's really an incredible word."

Miki Nozomi tapped her forehead with her other hand rather distressed, but the smile in her eyes revealed how relaxed she was at the moment.

"In this way, I should worry about what gift to give Giorno this year."

Giorno didn't speak, he just stared at Miki Nozomi without blinking, as if he could never get enough of it.

"Speaking of which, Giorno has been a little bit wrong since he came back."

The person he was watching said with a light smile.

"It's getting clingier."

Giorno: "..."

The inexplicable feeling made him not speak again, but just kept the original movement and stared at the other party.

"It feels like I have been greatly wronged."

Wronged, yes, it is a big grievance.

As if suddenly awakened by something, Giorno's eyes were filled with amazement.

"Yes."

He spoke suddenly.

"It's hard, it's sad, and..."

Putting his right hand on his heart, he grasped the fabric above, his fingertips turned white due to the force, and his voice was difficult.

"I remembered who it was."

"So, who is it?"

Miki Nozomi asked ignorantly.

Who is it?

Giorno tightened his hold on the other party's hand, and he finally couldn't help but bullied him forward, imprisoning the other party in the small space between the sofa and himself, his eyes shattered into the setting sun of the setting sun.

Ah, he remembered, he remembered it all.

That person is-

"You."

The fourth petal also fell silently, like a curse that had accompanied it from the first time. The moment it fell on the coffee table, a storm-like air current was set off, with strong vibrations. Places are gradually shattered, and the world shrinks a little bit.

The room disappeared little by little, and the void swallowed everything, but the people in the center of the storm didn't have the mood to pay attention to everything outside.

"Is that right?"

Hearing these words, Giorno looked down at the existence pushed by him on the sofa.

"Wait a minute."

Such a dream is really too beautiful.

He said so.It was clearly a dream, but he could clearly feel the soreness rising from his nasal cavity.

His throat was choked by an invisible presence, he opened his mouth, but no more sound came out.

In the end, Giorno could only hug the other's body tightly, feel the other's sigh, and the hands that hugged him back.

"terribly sorry."

Then just wait...please wait...

Like a believer praying to the gods, immersed in the false warmth of this moment, Giorno breathed heavily like a fish breaking into land.

In that blank gaze, there was a final murmur in his ear.

——That was a cruel sentence issued by God.

"Please forgive me."

No, why, why not wait?

In chaos.The world crashed into pieces.

Struggling between dazed and lucid, Giorno finally frowned and finally opened his eyes.

The goal was the familiar ceiling, and the morning light through the curtains let him know that it was already morning outside, but...

He sat up, and the white Margaret, which was exactly like in a dream, occupied a large area of ​​vision, as if floating in the sea of ​​flowers belonging to Margaret, and the large areas were dazzling.

The golden double was even like a diligent gardener, turning the desk lamp into a margarita in front of Giorno.

Giorno: "..."

Is there something wrong with my stand-in who loves changing flowers?

but……

"It's useless."

As if explaining to [Golden Experience], or talking to himself, Giorno raised his head and looked at the only surviving cabinet besides the bed.

In the vase on the bedside table is the first margarita he saw this year, which he picked yesterday.

But never again.

The one who made himself want to send a Margarita.

and so--

"No amount of Margaritas will help."

His voice was so calm that the metallic luster [Golden Experience] was silent for a while, and even the original movements stopped.

However, at the next moment, he persistently pulled out a drawer, turned it into a white margarita, and handed it to Giorno.

Giorno stared blankly at the flower in his stand-in's hand, and raised his eyes to [Golden Experience]'s purple eyes.

After a while, he sighed and took the flowers with a wry smile.

The substitute is the embodiment of the spirit of the substitute messenger.

So the one that is persistent, the one that cannot let go.

Who on earth is it?

The author has something to say:

Natsume's World is a side story, very short, probably only a few chapters.

Fusion is fine, but world fusion may not be what you think (cough)

ps Because of Calvin, I can't finish adding more to this book, and the next book will be continued by non-human beings!

pps So it may be three days before the end, but it's almost over (whispered), don't worry, the remaining additions will definitely be added!