[Comprehensive] I regard you as a friend

In this way, I don't know what the original name was, but the boy who is now called Kusanagi Kazu temporarily took root in the red group.

"I still can't find anything..." Kusanagi opened the door of the room and looked at the boy sleeping on the bed with complicated emotions in his eyes.

From the day he picked him up, he had a vague feeling that he had done something troublesome, in various senses, but at that time, he brought him back by such a quirk, hey, he brought him back, and he couldn't bear to let him go Such a guy with amnesia was thrown out again.

In addition, during this period of time, he used various methods to investigate, but he was unable to obtain any information about the boy, so he understood that this trouble was definitely not so easy to solve.There was really no other way, so I took him to the king, but it was obviously useless.

Obviously it should be troublesome, but...

Kusanagi sat on the side of the bed, looked down at the boy's sleeping face, and remembered the smiling face, trust, and dependence that this face showed to him when he was awake.

It was a strange experience, but he didn't seem to be disgusted.

Kusanagi Izumo, Kusanagi One.

The corner of Kusanagi's mouth raised a slight arc, turned his head, propped his head back on the bed with one hand, held an unlit cigarette between his other fingers, put it to his mouth and bit it, exuding a mature man's breath in his gestures.

Ah, it is true.

"Yi" opened his eyes, and saw Kusanagi Izumo sitting on the side of the bed thinking. He just woke up and was not quite conscious. While rubbing his eyes, he reached out and touched Kusanagi Izumo. Arm, the voice was hoarse after waking up: "Mr. Kusanagi?"

"Ah, you're awake." Hearing the voice, Kusanagi still had the unlit cigarette in his mouth, turned his head with a smile in his eyes, saw "Yi" rubbing his eyes, and stretched out his hand on his hair After touching it, she habitually slid down the hair a little bit, and then withdrew her hand with a natural expression.

"Yi" stopped rubbing his eyes because of his movements, and smiled when he saw his smile, but he looked a little more soft and ignorant than his usual gentle look, with long hair scattered on the bed, brighter than the moonlight outside the window Be bright and clean.

Ah, sure enough, he was actually a child.

Kusanagi was taken aback for a moment, because although he had no memory, besides always looking at him very dependent, "Yi" most of the time gave people a calm and stable appearance that did not match the youthful appearance, so Kusanagi almost forgot sometimes , this child actually looks like a teenager in his teens.

By the way, are you 16 years old?Seeing "Ichi", Kusanagi felt doubts in his heart.

The man wearing sunglasses was biting a cigarette and looking at himself, the moonlight coming in from the window shone on his face, his handsome features had a unique charm.

"Yi" touched his face in some puzzlement: "What's on my face? Did you drool while sleeping?" He paused in embarrassment at the end.

But Kusanagi let out a chuckle, and patted his head: "No, I just think you are really..." He met "Yi" with warm eyes, and suddenly felt that he couldn't continue.

"Huh?" I don't know why he stopped suddenly, "Yi" blinked, but the closer he looked at Kusanagi questioningly, the more Kusanagi felt speechless.

too close! ——Looking at the young man leaning over to look at him with an inexplicable expression on his face, three words popped up in Kusanagi's heart, and they couldn't get rid of them for a while.

"Forget it, there's nothing, go to bed early..." Kusanagi is an adult after all, although he was confused, but his face quickly returned to the usual expression, sighed and said "one" to the curious baby.

Seeing that "Yi" seemed to want to say something to him, Kusanagi said, "If I don't sleep now, I'll go to Chigumi by myself tomorrow. Is it okay if I don't see Anna then?"

Eh? !

As if he had been caught in a weak spot all of a sudden, the boy reacted immediately to the young man's words, obediently lay back on the bed, said "Mr. Kusanagi good night" to him, and then closed his eyes.

Kusanagi couldn't help laughing again, and felt the boy's eyelids move, but he didn't open them in the end, as if he was enduring it, and he looked really, really obedient.The eyes behind the sunglasses couldn't help but darken.

"Well, good night." After he finished speaking, he got up and walked out, closed the door and stood in the corridor, Kusanagi sighed softly.

I don't know if it's because of me or the boy inside.

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"?" On the huge airship moving and circling in the air, the owner of the airship, a silver-haired young man, suddenly walked out, stood on the edge of the airship, and looked down with his hands on the fence. Layers of white clouds blocked the city below, but he But faintly felt that there was something waiting for him there.

And this feeling has not appeared to him for a long time after those things happened, so long that he is about to forget that this feeling has appeared countless times.

As long as that person appears, he will immediately notice his existence.No matter where he hides.

But he never took the initiative to approach that child.The child that was brought back from nowhere by her sister.After he thought he took away part of his sister's attention, he subconsciously rejected his existence.

Let him stand behind his sister countless times, looking at him with curiosity and longing, and in the end, he died to protect him and his sister.However, even in that case, the elder sister did not survive in the end, and even had time to tell him that it was his half-brother, but after the elder sister found him who was left in the orphanage by his parents again, she was afraid that she would not be able to accept it. So I never had time to tell him.Later, seeing that I didn't get close to him, I didn't say anything about it, and I didn't even tell my elder sister.

elder brother?

How could he have a brother?He only has an older sister.

At that time, Weitzman thought it was ridiculous, or rather, he just refused to accept it.

However, after he has lived for so long, no amount of rejection has turned into an admission.He also finally slowly remembered that he was not ignorant of those unusual inductions, those details that he ignored.

Same hair color, similar face.

Weitzman picked up his long silver hair, which had grown much longer than before, just like the person at that time, except that he stayed forever, the year he died.

As time goes by, memory is also blurred.Because of my repulsion at that time, I didn't even leave a photo in the same frame with the other party. There was only a profile of the man holding a book that my sister secretly took, which he accidentally turned over and kept until now.However, it is only a profile photo, and it is not a clear full-face photo.And every time he looked in the mirror occasionally, Weitzman couldn't help but think, there should be five or six points of similarity, right?

Like this, you can always remember that appearance, so that he will never fade in your memory.

However, every time I look at it, even though that person's face has a blurred outline in my memory, the warm eyes and the curvature of the mouth seem to be very clear, and no matter how much he pulls the corners of his mouth, he will never seem to be able to outline it. Out of the same arc as the person in memory.

Weizman lowered his eyes, walked into the airship, and looked at a photo frame side by side with his sister and lieutenant. On it, a boy with his head down reading a book was sitting in a garden full of flowers. The thin photos give people a gentle and restrained aesthetic feeling.

Weizman stretched out his hand, his fingers brushed the outline of the teenager on the photo frame, and finally withdrew his hand, staring at the two photo frames, stood up suddenly, and turned around to see a translucent view in front of him.

He looked at the face that appeared over there, with a smile on his old friend: "Lieutenant."

"Weitzman." Unlike the young and handsome Weitzman, the man on the other end has gray hair and an aging face, but even so, it reveals a majesty that is different from ordinary people.

It's just that this majesty fell in Weitzman's eyes, but it didn't hurt or itch. He still smiled and said: "Lieutenant, how are you doing?"

Seeing that the person on the opposite side seemed to have remained unchanged, the lieutenant, who was also the second king - the King of Gold felt a sense of helplessness and powerlessness in his heart.

But even so, he still knew that Weitzman, who hadn't contacted him for so long, must have a special reason for contacting him this time, so he went straight to the point and didn't give Weitzman time to talk nonsense, saying: "He will take the initiative to find me , did something troublesome happen to you?"

"The lieutenant is still so serious." Weitzman sighed, "Is it a tricky thing?"

He pondered for a while, and his expression gradually sank. After a long time, he said, "I just feel uneasy."

The King of Gold obviously didn't understand what his uneasiness was referring to, but he knew that he would never say such a thing as a joke, so he frowned: "You are, what do you feel?"

Seeing his appearance, Weizman felt that the weight in his heart was much lighter.

"Lieutenant, do you think that after that incident, we didn't find him no matter what, maybe it's not because his body can't be found, but because he didn't die at all." Weitzman said softly It was an absurd idea to say these words, but he had an inexplicable intuition after saying them.

"Weitzman..." The King of Gold looked at him, "It's been so long, don't take chances."

"Ha...Maybe, I suddenly thought too much." Weitzman smiled.

After turning off the communication with the King of Gold, he sat on the sofa and closed his eyes.