[Gintama] Mr. Songyang that day

The man's expression froze slightly.

At that moment, Wan Qi really felt the ferocious aura similar to that of a wild beast, but soon, the hostility around the other party dissipated, because the person they were talking about poked his head out of the room at the end of the corridor.

"Jinsuke?"

Songyang has never needed sleep very much, not to mention she often couldn't fall asleep in strange places, so she sat awake in a dark room for two days on the spaceship, and didn't go out, except for those who came to bring her food. Wan Qi, she hasn't seen many other people either.

She could feel that this strange samurai with a shamisen was quite curious about her, but obviously due to many considerations, she didn't plan to talk too much with her, and the daily meeting would only be a simple greeting.

The footsteps in the corridor also became light and slow under the deliberate disguise, probably because they were reminded by the ear, and the voices of conversations on the spaceship were not often heard, let alone useful information could be detected.

——In the end, we still had to wait until Jinsuke came back to make plans.

Songyang was actually a little hesitant.

She vaguely sensed that what the other party did might also be related to the ten years she had disappeared, and she might not be willing to tell the truth. Even the meeting made her feel a little nervous.

Her memory of that encounter in Kabukicho was still blank, and she could only feel familiar with the name and appearance, but once she recalled the time in the private school——

The man named Shinsuke Takasugi seems to be the boy who asked her hesitantly in the fifteenth night, "Will the teacher stay with us forever?"

He would stare intently at the place where she was in class, persistently raised the wooden knife to challenge her or Yinshi, and when Gui was serious about writing, he competed with Yinshi so that the study room was covered with ink, and he almost felt guilty when he was hit on the head. A boy who is too serious to run to cut seppuku.

At that time, he still had the childishness of a teenager on his face, and he also had a pair of beautiful eyes that were so bright that she couldn't ignore them.

But now half of his face was hidden under the bandage, and his aura was strangely eerie.

that child—

When did you have such decisive eyes and icy breath?What kind of injury did he suffer to--

What should I say when I meet him?In short, I can no longer be as reckless as when facing Yin, and I don't know what to say wrong to make him so sad.

——Such pained eyes.

Thinking of the unbearable sadness in Yinshi's eyes, Songyang couldn't help feeling sour.

Am I burdening you with an unbearable burden?

Obviously...he wants you to be happy.

But it seems that things backfired, and instead made you so tired.

These intricate emotions in her heart made Songyang somewhat worried, and she was still undecided, not knowing how to meet the most well-behaved student in her memory.

When she heard her name being mentioned outside the corridor, she hesitated for a moment, and planned to meet him in her most usual manner.

"Have you finished your work yet?"

The purple-haired man standing in front of the transparent porthole did not answer her immediately.

He looked no different from the day of the firework festival, he was still wearing a loose purple-gold bathrobe, the turbulent emotions in the green one-eyed eyes that were not covered by bandages were intentionally suppressed, and his gaze was heavy across the long and quiet corridor , fell silently on her face.

Songyang was stunned, and he hesitated when he stepped out of the door.

The time she tried to become a human was too short, and before she had time to learn too many complex human emotions, she had to face the great changes ten years apart.

The more she cherishes it, the easier it is to be at a loss, and she will think about whether her unauthorized appearance will disrupt the original life of her grown-up students, and she doesn't know what to say to break the unbearable atmosphere when facing the silent purple-haired students .

In a dilemma, the man made a sudden sound.

"teacher."

At first glance, his tone of voice when he pronounced these two words was not much different from when he was a teenager. They were all so gentle, with a bit of indescribable nostalgia, but he uttered them with the voice of a mature man today. Add a little charm.

The clogs under his feet made a clear sound on the cold floor, and his steps were unhurried, and his face looked dim under the dim light.

The tone is still lazy and somewhat hoarse.

"How could you think of a person sneaking up here?"

The person in front of him was exactly the same as in his memory.

Ten years hadn't changed her at all. From her eyes to her smile, and even her exquisite figure wrapped in a plain Tang suit, it was the soft appearance that he was familiar with in his bones. It was like time and time again, in a dream A phantom that thinks it's real but is as false as a bubble.

His breathing rate was very slow, the hot feeling in his throat made his lips and tongue dry, and his chest was filled with longing that was about to be stained black.

Day and night deep thoughts.

Can't ask for it.

Hatred.

Crawled from hell and lived as if dead.

Emotions twisted into an abyss in his heart, and the desire to swallow up the person in front of him was on the verge of breaking out.

— not yet.

The thorns will prick her.

The deep black color in the man's pupils faded away, leaving behind a calmness that did not show any flaws.

Calm as if without sadness or joy.

The person in front of him sighed softly.

"I...I've always wanted to see Jinsuke."

Songyang carefully organized his words, and faced the purple-haired man looking at her with a smile that was not a smile, his tone was not as easy as before, and he was a little embarrassed.

"I haven't fully remembered the day of the fireworks festival, so... I didn't have time to tell Jinsuke that I'm back."

She felt that she owed them this sentence for too long, maybe more than ten years.

It's been so long that she has missed their transformation from teenagers to mature adults, missed the time that should be with them most, and made them go in different directions in the turbulent battle, but she still stays in the fact that they can put aside their conflicts when they laugh. in the years.

Does it make you feel embarrassed that I come to see you like this?

——The only thing I can’t ask is such a thing.

The meeting with the former purple-haired disciple is not what Songyang imagined.

Compared with other people, he feels the most changed, but Songyang can't tell what has changed when actually getting along.

She was first brought by Takasugi to meet his current subordinates, including Wan Qi, a shamisen samurai who had met once, Matako, a lively girl with a bluffing personality, and Takeshi, a counselor with very characteristic eyes.

"Ghost...soldier...team?"

Songyang repeated the term softly, feeling familiar for some reason.

Has anyone ever mentioned this unit led by Takasugi to her?

But she couldn't remember it, and it was probably because she was still missing and couldn't make up the memory.

What she has learned so far is probably only what Takasugi is willing to tell her. Although she wants to know the condition of Takasugi's eye, Songyang can't ask, and she has never been good at getting to the bottom of it, so she can't help but be guided by Takasugi her own situation.

"Right now, I'm staying at Gintoki's place."

Song Yang described the current residence and living environment to Gao Sugi bit by bit.

"I live in Yinshi's room, so Yinshi always hides himself in the cupboard, I feel so guilty—"

"That guy sleeps in the cupboard?"

Takasugi raised his eyebrows, as if asking a question casually.

Songyang didn't hear the ridicule towards Yinshi in his words, and complained distressedly.

"I mentioned that it's okay to sleep on the tatami mat with two futons, but Gintoki doesn't want to at all. Just like when I was a child, I still don't like to be close to me..."

The purple-haired man's eyes flashed when he heard the words, and he suppressed a tumbling undercurrent, and the smile on the corners of his lips remained unmoved at all.

He asked as if pointing something.

"What was that guy doing while the teacher was taking a shower?"

"Huh? I didn't pay attention to this... But Gintoki usually stays in the tavern downstairs."

"That's it."

The smile on the corner of the man's lips deepened, and his tone was slightly joking.

"Teacher, can you sleep well in an unfamiliar place?"

"It was a little bit at first, but Yinshi occasionally chatted with me, and gradually fell asleep."

"That's fine."

He is habitually holding a pipe in his hand, and the pipe is embroidered with golden patterns. Under the dim oil lamp, the golden thread is shining with dots of light, and the smoke from the pipe is a bit like sandalwood. smell.

Songyang was immediately attracted attention.

Although she knew what it was, it was not a common item after all, and it would be even more interesting to match it with the strict student in her memory, so she couldn't help but ask.

"Since when did Jinsuke start smoking?"

Gao Shan was stunned, and put the pipe into his sleeve almost like a conditioned reflex, with a slightly disturbed expression.

"If the teacher feels uncomfortable, I will stop smoking."

"It's not really..." Seeing that he collected it so quickly, Songyang sighed with regret.

"Jinsuke is already a mature adult, I should get used to it too..."

"I am always the teacher's student."

When the purple-haired man said this, his expression was gentle and humble, which was exactly the same as that of a good student when he was a boy, but there was always the restraint of an adult in his eyebrows and eyes, as if deliberately maintaining his current calm state.

Is it an illusion?

Songyang felt that there was some uneasiness in his tone, but he couldn't see the clue.Ten years eventually brought some estrangement, and she could no longer treat the man in front of her as a boy from ten years ago.

Seeing that Takasugi was about to break the pipe in front of her, she couldn't help but stop her, explaining helplessly.

"I'm just a little interested in the pattern of the cigarette pouch, which seems uncommon."

"I'll untie it and show it to the teacher."

Takasugi agreed quickly.

"is it okay?"

Songyang leaned over curiously.When she nodded slightly, a few strands of hair would slide down from her cheeks with her movements, slip through the collar of her shirt where a small section of her fair neck was exposed, and fall to her chest.

A strand of hair covered the side of her face, and she habitually pushed it behind her ears, revealing her hazy soft outline under the light.

She didn't notice that the man opposite her was completely stiff.

The purple-haired man's eyes were full of fierce struggle, and the only reason left in him prevented him from letting himself be drowned by the turbulent black mud in his heart.

Although he tried to face Songyang decently with his student days, it seemed that the self belonging to the Matsushita private school had been erased for some reason, and he knew that this mask revealed the abnormality of collapse.

— Destruction and desire.

From an angle that his teacher couldn't see, after the man's gentle look faded away, such an aura emanated from his whole body.

Wanting too much, because lost and found again, the level of greed will become more and more terrifying, endless growth, one day the bright moon will be completely swallowed by darkness, in any sense, he will not feel a sense of security .

Those guys are still there.

Still in this universe, controlling the lifeline of the planet, as well as her other body, this world is still dangerous and cannot let the moonlight shine gently, not worthy of the brilliance of the bright moon.

One day, he will destroy this world that keeps her from being safe.

—but how can he find peace?

During the week when the spaceship returns to Earth, he will keep his lost teacher firmly in his absolute protection until the day he has to release her back to Edo.

Takasugi knew that this was not a good time to keep her.

——Just give it up to that guy temporarily.

After all, the guy who just blindly escapes is doomed to fail.

And he has never stopped delusional, wanting to plunder from the gods he believes in, wanting to take the gods as his own, wanting to violate the gods, and making the gods his property.

I want to see only his figure reflected in those eyes that look at everything in the world.

—Will peace be attained in that way?

Takasugi stared closely at the frown and smile of the light-haired man, who noticed his gaze, raised his head, smiled and blinked.

— who knows.

Takasugi raised the corners of his mouth in response, his eyes gradually darkened.

Men are creatures who don't know what satisfaction is.

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