[Comprehensive] Blessings to the beautiful black organization

"……Well."

He opened his eyes tiredly, his body was so heavy that he couldn't even lift his arms, let alone move or do anything.He was used to such heaviness, and he didn't even respond, he could only stare blankly at the void.The place where I woke up was the wooden floor, and the sweat had already soaked the clothes, and at the moment it stuck to the skin, and I could only feel utter discomfort.

His throat was dry, without any excess moisture, and he didn't even know whether he could speak at all. He opened and closed his lips in a daze, "Mother, sir...?"

no respond.

There was no light on in the room.

Not only is it unnecessary during the day, but my mother hates this harsh light very much, almost to the point of being allergic to it.She also hates putting her son in the sun, because it is very embarrassing, and being able to let him go to school is already the biggest compromise. Normally, she usually locks her son in a dark room.

Kusanagi Yasushi—he wanted to stand up.

As if touching a wound somewhere, he fell to the ground again, making a loud noise.The young man's heart suddenly went to the extreme, he lay on the ground cautiously, his posture was extremely funny, and he peered at the surrounding scenery with his head.Fortunately, the mother is not here, and may not come back in a short time.

"Where did you go...?" He murmured, "Did you go to see your father?"

The mother rarely sees the father. It seems that the father is very busy with work, but the neighbors around will be behind the mother, saying that the father has abandoned them.These people never avoided Kusanagi, probably thinking that what he heard was useless, and even stared at him mockingly.

My mother thought he was pissing off the neighbors, she was always cursing him hysterically, she would sometimes beat him with a blunt object, and the china plates and glass bottles always ended up in a mess.He could only kneel in the debris and pack everything up, ensuring that the same thing would not happen again the next day.

"It's a good thing, right. When my mother sees my father, she will...be better."

He whispered a prayer and staggered to the dining room.

As long as she can meet the humans she loves so madly, the mother will return to normal for a moment, although soon, even the father has to face her twisted anger.She once tried to stab her father with a knife, but was calmed down easily. Kusanagi didn't think there was love between them, or rather, he felt that the whole family wouldn't have love.

Is the father good or bad?

he thinks.

His eyes were terrible, not like the eyes a man would have.

Kusanagi shook his head, shook all distracting thoughts out of his head, and used his hands to get in and out of the dirty dishes in the sink.After all, it was a holiday, and he didn't need to go to school, so he could only stay in this room, and his mother was definitely not someone who could clean the dishes.If it was placed here, and she accidentally saw it, it would probably turn into a wreck.

"Will she be...happy when she's done washing..." Intermittent sentences came out of her mouth, Kusanagi turned on the faucet, and the icy water washed over the dirt, "I don't want to eat those things..."

The instant food that cannot be swallowed will be forced to eat even if it is spit out. This kind of life can only be improved by waiting for the arrival of my father.

But there is Garan.

The young man who suddenly appeared in front of him and was willing to tell him all the good things in the world, Kusanagi had no doubt that he was born from a god.After all, at this moment, the other party is his god—saving him from this hellish life and endowing him with meaning as a human being.

Otherwise, he is not even considered a human being, but just a livestock locked in black.

"It will be given to him soon, my gift."

Thinking of the delicate origami cranes that he folded little by little with his own hands, the box was almost full, and his mood improved again.

He wiped off the stain little by little with a cloth, waited until the clean white appeared, and turned off the water flow.Porcelain plates and bowls and chopsticks were neatly placed in the cabinet, Kusanagi left the sink silently, glanced at the TV set in the living room, and then there was a sound of a key being put into the lock, click.

"Mother mother...?"

His voice came faintly from the darkness.

The person who opened the door didn't answer, and in fact Kusanagi didn't know where she went, and could only hear the sound of closing the door like a cracking sound.He knew almost instantly that the woman was in a bad mood, and it might be useless to shut up at this moment. Then, she walked towards him, and her face emerged from the shadows.

The face that emerged was like a ghost.

"..."

Kusanagi was about to forget that her face was absolutely beautiful when she was not angry, even compared to an actress.When she came to this remote town, many people speculated that she fled to this kind of place because of her despicable relationship. Those rumors probably put a lot of pressure on her.

She was so ferocious that she was no longer like herself, she stretched out her hand towards Kusanagi, who obediently did not dodge, and then, a tearing pain came down her scalp: she grabbed the boy's hair fiercely, and then hit him on the ground the wall.

it hurts.

"What are you doing secretly, you trash?!" She yelled in the other's ear, Kusanagi's consciousness was not so clear, and she didn't know if there was blood, "The trash gave me a little self-consciousness, it's all because you hurt me, Give me a little reflection? You are as stupid as a pig at such an age, don't trouble me anymore..."

"My lord, I..."

He blinked.

He could no longer see the face of the other party clearly, the woman was just an inexplicable blurred outline in his eyes.He had no consciousness or thought of resistance, the woman let go of her hand, stepped on his side abdomen with her foot, and then took something out of the bag.

Kusanagi opened his eyes wide, the thing shocked him more than the pain.

"Huh? What are you doing? Making these things secretly, even a kid in kindergarten can't play with them, right? Is your intelligence only at the level of a beast? How much do you want to embarrass me?"

The box was thrown on the ground by her, and it has become crumpled, and the paper cranes that were originally folded were scattered out of it.The current form is probably more like waste paper than paper cranes, Kusanagi stretched out his hand, trying to get one from it.

"..."

The woman looked down at him.

"too disgusting."

As she spoke, she lit the lighter in her hand, then dropped it casually and without hesitation.In an instant, the cracking fire burned.

No no no no no no no no no no no-

boom.

Eh?

He raised his head slowly, confirming what it was.After the short gunshot, the woman looked at the void in front of her in disbelief, her pupils gradually lost focus, and then her body fell limply to the ground.There seemed to be something still whispering and cursing between the red lips, but Kusanagi could no longer hear clearly.

The shooter watched him from the porch.

With a black windbreaker and long silver hair, he couldn't help feeling that the other party's attire was exaggerated.There was no fear in his heart, only an inexplicable sense of security. He watched the other person walk over and took his hand.This matter itself is full of a sense of disobedience, because in his youth, no such person appeared in the home where a certain activity was carried out day after day, and naturally no one stopped his mother.

Ah, it's a dream.

Kusanagi suddenly realized.

He opened his eyes, and the environment was still dark, filled with some kind of scorched atmosphere.The young man thought for a while, then silently raised a strand of long hair from his eyes, and twirled it around his fingertips, "Hi?"

"..." Qin Jiu was silent for a while, "You slept for a while."

"I had a good dream." Kusanagi sighed, "Hey, what happened?"

San Riyue's eyes drifted between the two, he stopped the two fusangshen who were so anxious that tears were streaming from the corners of their eyes, and smiled maliciously, "Ah, it seems that the judge of the gods doesn't remember. After all, I helped the judge of the gods." My lord has kept a secret once... So this time, let's keep it for another one too?"

In the first phase, Yizhen stood in place with his sword in his arms. His military uniform had been damaged in a large area, with scorching marks all over the edges.Seeing that the others had no problems, he was relieved, but he didn't interrupt hastily because of the atmosphere.

"you forgot?"

Qin Jiu raised an eyebrow and asked.

Kusanagi shook his head ignorantly, his head hurt so badly, it probably hit the floor.There was a very small fault in his memory. He looked around, but he didn't see the corpse. After a while, he realized that he seemed to be swallowed by the heat wave. It shouldn't be like nothing happened.

It's gin...the other party protected him.

"Your clothes, wait, Mr. Zhen!" Kusanagi grabbed his collar, and now only half of it was burned, and he was almost pulled off by him, revealing the scorched uniform inside and the muscles wrapped in it .

The skin is intact.

He was stunned for a moment, "Why are you still alive?"

"...Are you very dissatisfied?"

Qin Jiu spoke with sarcasm, but his eyes were full of tenderness.

Kusanagi heaved a sigh of relief, reluctantly withdrew his hand, and there was a fishy sweet taste on his lips, as if a large wound had been opened, and his tongue was bitten, which surprisingly hadn't healed yet.Not only that, the healing of the arm was also very slow, with sticky blood stains nearby.The silver-haired man sighed, wiped away the bright red from the corners of his lips, and tried his best to ignore some discomfort—just now, Kusanagi almost instinctively transferred the blood to him, of course in a slightly untimely and romantic way.

He didn't take any damage, as if the blast/explosion didn't work at all.

Seeing that Gin Jiu didn't seem to want to continue explaining, he had no choice but to ask, "Where is this?"

No matter how you look at it, it doesn't look like the meeting room just now. Of course, it may be because it was destroyed by the bomb/bomb left in the body, and the original appearance can no longer be distinguished.But no matter how exaggerated it is, it won't completely turn into this mud mixed with steel bars, or even completely covered with moss. It's a completely different place.

"Well, it's a bit unbelievable to talk about this matter - it's rare even for an elderly person like me, there will be a corpse standing up to guide the way, or something." San Riyue looked at the front of her with interest. A human figure supporting the wall, to be precise, could hardly maintain its human form, "He led the way."

What was moving was Kusanagi's body, a body with extensive burns and missing arms, who could still stand and walk while leaning on the wall, probably considered a medical miracle.However, the other party once claimed that the quality of the doll is good, and it is not impossible.

The terrifying head turned around, and even the expression on the face with burned skin and hair became creepy.He stared at Kusanagi, as if suddenly realizing something, he turned his head in a panic, timidly trying to shrink into the wall.This reaction made Kusanagi more sure of his guess: "Garan?"

The other party did not answer.Walking was hard enough, and he stepped forward cautiously, like a steadfast leader.

"I thought we were going to lose him... It seems that someone is not going to let him go." San Riyue's voice was close to her ears, and there was no other emotion mixed in it.