Healing Moon Call

It’s early morning in Yokohama, and the port mafia building is already busy at this time. The members who can enter the port mafia are by no means grassroots members. They all have their own very clear tasks and responsibilities, but before starting work, supplement Sufficient energy is also crucial, after all, people are iron and rice is steel.

The daily life of the members of the port mafia begins with coming to the □□□ building, luckily encountering Nai Nai in the cafeteria in the early morning, and getting a sweet "good morning~" from the other party.

Although the little girl called Nana is only eight years old, she is a real high-level cadre and a confidant cadre who is most valued by the leader. But she likes lively places, so if she is free, she will come to the cafeteria to eat. It is a port Among the several cadres of the Mafia, the most healing and gentle one.

However, the subordinates under this command, such as the guerrilla captain Atsushi Nakajima, are not so healing and gentle, and all of them can be called vicious.

In the beginning, everyone was suspicious and distrustful of such a young cadre, so at the beginning, almost only Atsushi Nakajima was available under Nana's cadre, but within a few weeks, this situation reversed, and now It can be said that it is impossible to get under the command of Nana's cadre even if you squeeze your head.

But fortunately, he is a member of Nana's cadre.

"It's early today, Kawakami."

"Yes! Good morning! Officer Nana!"

Today's dress was obviously matched by Ozaki Momiji's officer, and the girl smiled sweetly at him, no matter how gorgeous and exquisite her clothes were, she couldn't conceal her brilliance.

"It's better to be energetic than anything else. Today's chicken chop is delicious. Kawakami can give it a try."

"Ok!"

The girl smiled and waved to him, and the white god of death on the side also looked a lot gentler because of her presence. After nodding to him, he followed the girl and left the cafeteria. He could still hear the conversation between the two.

"Ochazuke is also delicious, right? Don-kun." The girl said with a smile.

"Yes...it's delicious." The White God of Death responded shyly.

"Let's eat together next time~"

"Ok!"

After leaving the cafeteria, Ji Yansheng, who had a large number of members under his command, walked quickly to the elevator with a well-packed breakfast. Atsushi Nakajima stepped up to her three or four steps, and helped her press the button of the elevator.

They were going to deliver breakfast to the leader Dazai Osamu on the top floor, but only Ji Yansheng entered the office of the leader. Atsushi Nakajima sent Ji Yansheng to the door of the leader's office and was about to return to his work position, because Dazai Osamu told him last night that there was a Newcomers will be handed over from Ozaki's cadre to his subordinates.

Because of Ji Yansheng's help, Dazaiji's work efficiency has been greatly improved (?) and his work and rest time has also become healthy under Ji Yansheng's supervision. The situation of day and night has not happened again, and the whole person is refreshed, but the stomach disease is slowly going on. Take care of yourself.

So three meals a day began to be strictly supervised.

"Breakfast! Shuji!"

"Good~"

cook!Dry rice soul!People who listen to Nana's words and cook well to nourish their stomachs are even better!We have to cook quietly!Then let the Bunny Stamps fill their own cards!Sour little slugs and little tigers!

Although he was already a master, but when he heard his own Nana calling for dinner, Osamu Dazai immediately put down his pen, and decisively pushed away the documents that were blocking him in the middle of the desk.

"Taste it." Ji Yansheng opened the box containing the breakfast, inside was a bowl of hot fish porridge and a plate of chopped pickles, which was extraordinarily simple.

Osamu Dazai said seriously, "I'm starting." He picked up a spoon, scooped up a mouthful of porridge, put it in his mouth, and paused.

After putting the breakfast on Dazai Zhi's table, Ji Yansheng returned to his office at the side. On the big desk was the part of the work that she needed to deal with.

After dealing with her own workload, Ji Yansheng had to go back to her room to continue her handiwork. Because of the excessive amount of workmanship, she has only completed part of it so far.

In a few days, June will be approaching when the temperature is getting hotter and hotter with the passage of time. Ji Yansheng can only arrange his time more tightly in order to be able to complete the target he wants.

For this reason, the white formal suit that was originally expected to be made for Chuya Zhongyuan was postponed.

Ji Yansheng sighed, and stepped on her office chair to take down part of the tallest stack of documents from it. I don't know who put it there, but all the documents were stacked so high that she Need to stand on a chair to reach the top.

"Bully the dwarves." Ji Yansheng couldn't help complaining. Fortunately, her office chair is a sofa chair with a fixed backrest, which won't shift due to her movements. There are also comfortable cushions and pillows on it. Basically, it's not comfortable to sit on. It will affect the suitable height of the work.

Osamu Dazai, who was supposed to have a good breakfast, came to her desk at this time and helped her sort the tall stack of documents into three stacks with incomparable precision.

"Xiuzhi? What's the matter?" Ji Yansheng raised his head, looked at his expression and asked suspiciously: "Isn't it delicious?"

"No, it's not, it's actually quite the opposite..." Osamu Dazai smiled, his bloody face was still gloomy and morbid because of his temperament, it seemed that on his body, the red stripe The scarves are also bright red as if dyed with blood, so vividly red, so vivid that it seems that blood can drip.

It seems that against the backdrop of the red scarf, in the dim office with only lights on, people who are invited into the chief's office to talk to Osamu Dazai often mistakenly think that the eyes of the leader of the port mafia are also like the red scarf. The scarf is generally dangerous and vivid blood red.

Osamu Dazai's pressure on others in negotiations is enormous, even if he wears a pale smile the whole time, it has nothing to do with 'friendliness'.

He looked at the girl, and it was rare that he didn't have the smile that he always showed when he was in front of Ji Yansheng. Osamu Dazai lowered his eyebrows and whispered, "Because it's so delicious, I don't dare to eat it anymore."

He is as elusive as a cat, he was happy just a second ago, but after taking a sip of porridge, he becomes depressed, as if he has some heavy and depressing thoughts that make him breathless.

"Eat more if it's delicious. It's prepared according to Xiuzhi's appetite." Ji Yansheng looked at those dark kite-colored eyes, and sat on the chair with a stern expression, "Eat it while it's hot."

Dazai was silent.

"It's really unpalatable, right?" Ji Yansheng puffed up his steamed stuffed bun face sullenly, "I will make more delicious ones in the future, but I borrowed the porridge that I have cooked for a long time in the cafeteria kitchen! Xiuzhi has to eat everything he wants, right? !"

The eyes of the young man in front of him shimmered, "Really?"

"I'm a child, so Xiuzhi must tolerate no matter how unpalatable I make it! Xiuzhi likes me, right? He likes me, right?" The little girl patted the table angrily. The clothes she was wearing today It is a dark red lantern hakama with a strong wind and a black gold-patterned middle furisode. The golden pattern outlines the gorgeous patterns of butterfly wings on the pure black fabric.

Osamu Dazai happily hugged his beautiful black and gold butterfly into his arms. Her gorgeous sleeves fluttered up and down like butterfly wings, hanging peacefully on both sides of Osamu Dazai's arms.

"I like it! Osamu Dazai likes Nana the most!"

"I know, I know!" Just now, "You like me, right? ' The question made the girl flushed with shame, she tried her best to maintain her serious expression, her purple eyes flickered, and she folded her arms as soft as a pillow stuffed with goose down, if it weren't for the redness From the base of her ears, just looking at her mature and steady expression, she doesn't look like the one being hugged at all.

"I still have work to do! Xiuzhi didn't finish my breakfast! If I don't finish it within half an hour, there will be no next time! I got up early and went to the cafeteria to borrow the kitchen. What do you think it is for! Or is Xiuzhi waiting for me? To scold?"

"..."

"——deny it at a time like this! You idiot!"

OK, scolded.

Osamu Dazai carefully put his little loli back on the soft sofa chair, and returned to his office chair with an expression of "I'm a very serious adult". After eating the breakfast, he packed up the tableware and put his hands together Piously said: "Thank you for your hospitality."

"Hmm!" The girl who was writing the proposal nodded in satisfaction, "Let's put the lunch box aside, it's time for work now, Xiu Zhi."

She didn't ask Osamu Dazai what the food tasted like, but she knew it well, right?Her craftsmanship will definitely not be unpalatable, because she has learned how her mother who died young was busy in the kitchen since she was a child and started to cook independently.

It was the smell of home, a feeling that is hard to describe.

When the first mouthful of warm porridge slid down the taste buds of his tongue and into the esophagus, Osamu Dazai's first thought was—so it tastes like this.

The taste that 'I' have been eating, the 'taste of home'.

Taste is hard to deceive a person. Ji Yansheng's psychological age and memory state are not like her appearance and body have shrunk down to eight years old. She is still the perfect Sen Ounai who has grown up through countless trials. It is stable and mature, and the brewed taste is so reassuring.

Can he still lie to himself?Is Nana really Nana?On the one hand, he selfishly knew that she was Sen Onai, the leader of the port mafia, and shirked his responsibilities and work confidently, but on the other hand, he hoped that she would just stand in front of him, as young and cute as she looked, but smarter than ordinary people Nana, the cadre.

【The one standing in front of you is of course your Nana. 】——When the girl asked him if what she cooked was delicious, Osamu Dazai once again realized clearly that he was no longer the only one standing on this hypocritical stage of life, she also stepped on this stage The stage and him performed a "prologue" and "growth" called life.

If you ask Atsushi Nakajima about the details of her cooking, Atsushi Nakajima will definitely say, "At the beginning, I was still clumsy and immature, but later I became very talented and proficient", right?

Because Nana is a genius.

Osamu Dazai raised the corners of his mouth, humming a song of martyrdom that was never in tune, as if he never completely obeyed his fate, boldly jumped out of the established tragedy, but wrote a happy BE for himself.

Sen Onai is like a butterfly that only exists in Utopia and never appears in the present world. She flaps her light and thin gorgeous wings at the far end of the fate line, but what she sets off is a hurricane that is enough to subvert the future of a city. , she also jumped out of the established conclusion of 'non-existence', falling into people's eyes.

Leisurely and comfortable, elegant and natural.

【Look, I'm right here. 】

[No matter how much you deny it, the fact that you like me cannot be denied, right? 】Yeah, that's why he was born in this world with expectations, right?This affection also seems to be an unrealistic hope.

The cocoon named 'Osamu Dazai' was knocked down by cold raindrops from the branches of the tree in the ideal world, and fell on the bumpy slope road, stumbling and stumbling towards the uncertain direction being blown by the ruthless wind. It is said that the end point of the world where forms exist is, without exception, a bottomless cliff that cannot return once it falls.

Below is an endless abyss, and those who fall may be lucky enough to land on other 'planets' with even harsher and more terrifying environments to end their tragedies and get an ending.

Either break the cocoon ahead of time and fly up with your own weak and broken wings, or hide in the cocoon that can no longer protect yourself, let yourself be self-defeating and let yourself be bound by the cocoon.

In the constant doubts about the ridiculous and naive thoughts of his past self, the butterfly of Utopia came to him and complained to him: "Why did you fall here?"

Then, with broken wings or still shrunk in a cocoon, he took it home, refilled the hole where the cold wind kept leaking, and carefully protected it.

She has a 50% chance of finding Osamu Dazai, and Osamu Dazai has a 50% chance of missing this beautiful butterfly.

If he is the 50% who missed it, then go to replace and become the other 50% who was found by her?After all, they are both Osamu Dazai, aren't they the same person?As long as it is replaced before she picks it up, no one will find out later.

Osamu Dazai's pen and ink fell on the document slightly heavy, the deep ink smudged from the white paper, and his deep, kite-colored eyes curved harmlessly as if they were smiling.

"Xiu Zhi, you need to go over this part again." The petite girl walked to his desk with a stack of documents, raised her arms high and pushed the documents onto the table, she must have worked hard on her tiptoes, right?

"Don't put your work on me! Xiu Zhi will become an uncle who doesn't do anything and only acts like a baby."

"Eh?! I just want Nana to stay with me in the office! You won't become a sloppy uncle, right?" Osamu Dazai lay down on the table in a daze as if his strength had been taken away, picked up the small The girl put on the document and began to look over it, saying that it was a look over, but it was really just a look over, quite perfunctory, admiring the little girl's signature and seal.

He's such a talent, the port mafia picked up a ghost - this seal is really suitable for his Nana.

"So in Xiuzhi's eyes, uncle is a synonym for slovenliness and lack of image?" Ji Yansheng didn't know whether to laugh or cry, "Isn't that all? For example, Zhongye, when he reaches the age of uncle, he must be a more mature and handsome uncle who is popular with little girls!"

"Why use a slimy little slug as an example! Am I not?!"

"For Xiuzhi, if you don't change your volatile temperament, even if you become a handsome uncle, it is very likely that only me, a 'loli', will like it."

Osamu Dazai paused, and then pulled the document in his hand close to cover his face. After a long while, he muffled: "It's fine if Nana likes it."

"Yes yes yes." Ji Yansheng echoed repeatedly like coaxing a child.

"Nai Nai must always be with me and like me, otherwise I will look super pitiful? Obviously I am the leader..."

"Yeah, so the man who works hard is the most handsome, please work hard for this handsome uncle in the future!"

Dazai Osamu raised his hand and responded, "I will work hard..."

How many years do you have to live to become a handsome uncle? 30 years old? 40 years old?

It wouldn't be so hard if Nana was here, so let's work hard.

"The handsome old man is also good."

"——It's too much! Nana! I'm going to make a fuss!"

"When the time comes, I will take care of Xiuzhi's old age." She said with a smile, "What kind of flowers does Xiuzhi like to decorate the tombstone? How about the cemetery on a cliff where you can see the sea and the sky? I will build a house there for Xiuzhi to guard the tomb In the end, he also 'lived in' next to Xiuzhi, so that even under the graveyard, Xiuzhi would not be alone."

Although it is very unlucky to talk about such a topic at a young age, it is undeniable that such a death is a huge temptation for Osamu Dazai, and he cannot refuse.

Osamu Dazai once again fell into a strong inner struggle, and finally said softly like a mosquito: "Then I will try harder..."

She spoke the sweetest love words for Osamu Dazai. For the cemetery in her mouth where you can see the sea and the sky, Osamu Dazai, who was chasing death, stopped for it and turned to the place called "Life". The road, although the end of the road is still 'death', but the person who walks on this road is no longer alone.

Nana took his hand and invited him to die together.

Is this considered martyrdom?The most romantic and sweetest martyrdom, for Osamu Dazai, is even as beautiful as the Happy End in a fairy tale.

What does it feel like to die of old age?Osamu Dazai, who has experienced various death processes such as cutting his wrists, hanging himself, entering water, and taking medicine, but all died without a problem, suddenly became curious about it.

The author has something to say: [Author]:

Do you want to be a nagging gentleman? (Cat Probe.jpg)

It’s not okay to go on like this for the side story. It gets longer and longer. I feel like I’m writing the text of another if line. I have already thought about when this episode will end (the daily life of Nana and the leader Zai is still going on, but I will only write there), so I can only bite the bullet and continue writing to see how many chapters I can write.

by the way

As for the self-proclaimed name, why is it "in the next", because I like Akutagawa Ryunosuke, when I was talking about it for the first time, because of the influence of Akutagawa Ryunosuke, I subconsciously called myself 'Under the next', and later found that it was a bit awkward and strange to change the name, so I continued as 'under the next'.

[What kind of special theater that has nothing to do with the text]:

As a feces shoveler who has a cat at home, the young miss Sen Ounai has a doubt.

She is always unable to correctly estimate whether her cats are weak or strong. At least in her impression, her cats are synonymous with elegant, reserved, beautiful, cute and other beautiful words. Look at her home. The cute orange cat is not fat at all, but the bone density is naturally higher than other cats, so... a bit heavy.

The shit shovel officer who can't hold his favorite orange mankikang is a useless person.

The eldest lady looked at the orange Mankikon who jumped on her lap, and the orange short-legged cat she named after the great writer Nakahara Nakaya rubbed her palm, making it difficult for the daughter of the daughter, Mori Ounai, to restrain herself He lowered his head and rubbed his forehead with Zhongye Maomao, and then was licked by it on the cheek. The cat’s tongue has barbs, so the orange cat will always carefully lick the side of the tongue without barbs. A young lady who was pampered and raised since she was a child.

Today's cat meal is still delicious, and Zhong Ye is definitely the most delicate cat among cats. Although it is an orange cat or a Mankikang short-legged cat, he hardly has any cumbersome fat on his body. With strong muscles, even the most ferocious big cat, as long as the eldest lady is around, it can threaten and warn the other party to get away without flinching.

There is also a little secret in the book, that is, it is not an ordinary cat, it is a supernatural cat from Meow Star, who can manipulate gravity and has extraordinary combat effectiveness.

Although there was a small problem when it landed on the earth, it fell into the pet shop directly before paving the way for cats to rule the earth. .

Before it awaits further orders from the cat, it encounters a woman who it can't help but stare sideways at.

—— Sen Onai.

She is a gentle human woman with a smile that is more drunk than catnip. She was born with a birthmark like a flame, but that does not hinder her beauty in the slightest.

Just as humans can appreciate the beauty of cats, in fact, this cat from the cats also has the same aesthetics as humans, but they care more about color, intuition and smell.

The moment the rosy sunset-like purple eyes met the cobalt blue cat's eyes, they seemed to have a certain feeling for each other.

Zhong also was carried home by the human lady whom it liked. It was a bit heavy, and it was difficult for the lady to hold its cat bag. She was covered with soft flesh, and the whole body seemed to be blown away by the wind. Weak, she named it Zhongye, and took care of it with all her heart, even though secretly, it was the one to protect, guarding this weak human lady.

According to human cognition, the lifespan of a cat is far lower than that of a human. This is an indisputable fact, but Nakaya understands that sooner or later, the bright and gorgeous eyes of its beautiful young lady will gradually dim until they are covered with death. The gray gray can no longer see anyone, and it will witness all of this. Although it came to perform a mission, the supernatural cat chose to stay by this human's side and accompany her for the rest of her life.

[Nana. 】

The orange mankikang meowed, attracting the young lady's attention.

"What's the matter, Chuya~" She rubbed its head with a smile. Language is a huge obstacle, so it rarely makes a sound, or it may be because it dislikes its own cry too milky.

But also because of this, it can say unscrupulously:

[After you die, I will take your soul to my planet. 】 "Zhong Ye is so cute!"

[So you agreed, right? 】

Knowing that the other party couldn't understand what he was talking about, the cat star happily shook his tail and continued.

At this moment, the young miss knew nothing about the future that had been decided for her...until instead of dying after a serious car accident, she opened her eyes and found that she had turned into a cat, and then she was meowing, meowing, bewildered Shouting, he was picked up by an orange-red curly-haired young man in a three-piece suit, and met those cobalt blue eyes that were particularly familiar to him.

She watched the young man grin at herself, revealing sharp canine teeth that looked like wild beasts, giving people a strong sense of anxiety.

"Welcome to Meow Star, my eldest lady."

"!" The puppet cat cub with purple eyes exploded with feather-soft fur.

——Looking at the overly cute puppet cat lady, the orange cat ears under the young man's hat couldn't help shaking because of excitement and joy, and the cobalt blue eyes revealed the cat's sharp vertical pupils because of emotion. The time has shrunk like a thin needle, and the rest is a deep and soul-absorbing blue like the sea.

He's never been a cute house cat, Missy.