non-human secret history

My words undoubtedly made the man's pressure even lower.He stared at me, and the light in his red eyes became sharper.

And I didn't pay attention to his gradually low-pressure aura, but continued on my own: "I used to hate you very much, no, or I should say I hate you."

"Because you are Mumai Onimai Tsuji, because of your existence, the reputation of the Onizu has been affected, because you have done unforgivable things to me as an Onizu—"

Hearing what I said, Oni Wu Tsuji's originally unclear expression became more and more gloomy. He frowned, and the emotions accumulated in his scarlet eyes gradually seemed to be gushing out.

——I probably also know that it is somewhat inappropriate to say such words at this time.After all, Ghost Mai Tsuji has never experienced the events of the Taisho Era, which is hundreds of years away from the Warring States period, but I always feel that he knows some things, and I feel that if some things are not said now It is not acceptable.

If I don't say it, maybe I will always be trapped in that narrow and closed situation, constantly struggling between Genji and myself in the past and the future, and I will never live in peace.

Maybe it was just a whim, or maybe the accumulated emotions finally reached an irresistible level. In short, when he stood in front of me under the moonlight, I suddenly wanted to explain everything clearly.

"Wu Mi, I think I probably like you, even more than the liking of resentment."

"In the past, I was always willing to attribute such things to the blood curse, but I am also very clear that this is not due to the 'blood curse', it is the bondage between us other than the 'blood curse'."

Biting my lower lip, I paused briefly, then took half a step in his direction——

"love."

I say.

When the familiar two words flowed out from between my lips and teeth, I seemed to feel a slight tremor in the breath of Guiwu Tsuji.

"I'm greedy for the warmth you gave me." I continued, "But it's not just that."

"In fact, I have met someone who treats me more tenderly than you. I also thought about staying by his side because of that warmth, but I couldn't—"

"As Genji, there are many things I can't do, and I never thought of breaking such shackles for him, but it seems to be different in front of you."

"—When I was with you, for the first time, I thought about living as 'Aya' instead of 'Genji'."

The distance between me and him got closer, so close that his body temperature, which was almost integrated with the night, became very clear.

It is the distance that can be touched by reaching out.

So I simply stretched out my hand and put it on his cheek.

"Wu Mi, so it must be you. The invisible monk is probably right, only you can let me find my background."

"If I wasn't Genji, I'd probably desperately want to stay by your side."

He listened to me quietly until the tone at the end of the sentence gradually dissipated in the air.His brow was still furrowed—or a little darker than before.

He raised his hand and grabbed mine that was on his cheek. His movements were not so gentle that the long and pointed nails left a line on his own skin that was even whiter than his original pale skin. scratches.

"What about now?"

he asks.

I stroked his cheek gently with my fingertips, his skin was soft and not commensurate with the cold color.

"Now I'm not Genji."

I answer like this.

"At least now I don't have to make that choice, so I've stayed here."

His movements finally softened a little, and he locked my protruding fingers with his fingertips. After a short silence, he asked again:

"that is it?"

"I can't exist without Genji." I said, "At least I can't now."

"But maybe..."

I withdrew the hand he was holding and slid it to his shoulder, and then I pressed my face on it.

"It's going to be different in the future."

"Because Genji's mission has never been necessary to me, but I am the only person who can inherit Genji right now."

"So what about you? For Guiwu Tsuji, is it only me?"

This is the question that concerns me most at the moment.

"I don't want to hear any pretty words. I have also seen different women appearing beside you. I just want to ask you, for you, am I the same existence as them?"

"I— am I irreplaceable?"

I guessed for a long time, but after going through this period of time, I finally understood one thing. If such a question is just guessing without authorization, it will only make the distance between the two people farther and farther.

So you must ask, and you must hear him answer this question himself.

"Why do you ask such a question?" His voice rang in my ears, with an inexplicable emotion—maybe it wasn't an escape, but a slightly hoarse, awkward... shyness ?

"Because you never explained such a problem to me," I said.

"I want to believe you, but I still feel uneasy. I want to hear from you yourself—"

He hesitated briefly.

Then I heard a faint voice that was not like his.

"...always have been," he said.

Compared with the ethereal voice, the gradually tightened arms over the shoulders may be more likely to make people feel real.

I was imprisoned by him in a small space, feeling his heartbeat——

"It's just you."

As if emphasizing, he added: "It's enough just to have you. It doesn't matter what other people do. It's just good for you to keep around. It's like any tool. You won't feel uncomfortable if you throw it away after use. pity."

"—maybe I've always wanted to see you."

"Just wanted to see you."

He seemed to be justifying, he seemed to want me to get rid of the so-called "uneasiness" quickly, and his speaking speed seemed to be getting faster and faster-this made him seem a little clumsy.

I couldn't help laughing out loud, just for a moment.

But his movements were slightly stiff.

I put the arm on his shoulders around his neck and hugged him back, letting the distance between the two get closer.

Close to his ear, I whispered something:

"I see."

There is no need to question it, because I believe he will not lie on this matter alone.Even though he is indifferent to the whole world, I can at least believe that the shadow of me reflected in his pupils is real.

"I know where to go from now on."

The body is wrapped in a familiar embrace, even though time has passed, but suddenly, I suddenly feel that the person standing in front of me seems to be the same sick and weak boy back then.

- That's enough.

What happened next was almost a matter of course.People who are in love will always have various emotions that cannot be restrained, and Oni Wu Tsuji Wuyou is more possessive than ordinary people.

As if wanting to leave his mark on me, I could feel some of his sharp fangs grinding against my skin.The temperature of the accompanying exhalation also gradually increased a little, and what was accumulated seemed to be a hot melt that was about to burst out.

His fingertips slid across my ears, and finally held me together. The affection conveyed between the interlocking fingers was particularly refreshing against the warm yellow lights.

I know what it means to have something like this happen, and I know what I'm doing.

Oni Wu Tsuji is not, and will never be, an existence that can be accepted by Genji, but I accept him-and only accept him.

So here I am.

When his eyes were stained with a different color, when he explored clumsily and cautiously, when he called my name in a hoarse voice with a temperature that could not fade away, I felt He is absolutely adorable.

I circled him, allowing the distance between the two to be unbelievably close.

It was an extremely strange experience, and the rhythm of the heartbeat became completely uncontrollable.

— But I'm probably looking forward to it.

"No misery."

I reached out and rubbed his slightly curly, sweat-soaked hair, and my voice seemed to be much different from usual.

Perhaps this is the change that occurs when we are together, or this is the proof of being together.

It's joy, it's eating marrow to know the taste, it's just the two of us left in the world.

"It's really a luxury." When I leaned in his arms, I sighed subconsciously.

"what?"

he asks.The rare brisk tone proved that he was probably in a good mood at the moment.

"This kind of happiness is really a luxury." I turned over, half-supported my body with my arms and looked sideways at him: "I've always felt that way."

He looked at me, noncommittal.

"In fact, someone once told me that the happiness he was looking forward to was in a small house, where he could see the person he liked when he opened his eyes, and he could touch—"

"Just like now." I reached out and placed my hand on his cheek.

"But that person's happiness is gone. It is said that it is because of the existence of ghosts." I tilted my head slightly: "Or it is because of your existence."

"So I was thinking, this kind of happiness is really a bit of a luxury, at least in terms of karma, no matter how you look at it, you should not be on your side if you can get happiness."

There was a flash of astonishment in his scarlet eyes, but immediately, his brows were furrowed again.

Apparently he didn't like the idea.

"Wu Mi." I called his name solemnly: "I know what you have done, and I know what you will do in the future. I never felt that such things were right—even if these things happened to you It's not surprising at all because you're Musai Onimai Tsuji, and you do those hateful things, and I'm still here."

"I resent you too, and I still do."

"But now I still hope that I can get this kind of luxury happiness with you, which is even a bit vain. I hope this kind of life can last forever."

"We're all going to hell, I guess."

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Alas, there is no way to say that the boss has been a virgin for thousands of years (Tan Shou