Supernatural ability spring flowers and autumn fall

On New Year's Eve, Natsume had to urgently attend a cram school because Natsume changed her college entrance aspirations again, so she was only able to rest on New Year's Eve.During this period, because it was inconvenient to take Mr. Kitty with him, the three-colored cat usually stayed at Fujiwara's house to move freely.

But recently, Mr. Cat will jump down from the second floor of Natsume's room with a very clear goal, and go straight to Shuya and Dazai's house to eat and drink.

"It seems that Yahara's winter is not as cold as Yokohama's. Is it my illusion?" Sitting on the porch holding the warm cat in his hand, Qiuya sighed softly looking at the scenery of the small courtyard. After confirming that Yahara was warmer, he turned around and called out to the man lying in the room reading a book lying on his side on the tatami, "Dazai, won't you catch a cold just wearing that windbreaker?"

He remembered that the man had worn something like that when he was in New York, but it was summer.But now it was the end of December, and he was still dressed in a beige trench coat and casual trousers.

"Only idiots get a cold, so you don't have to worry about me," Dazai said, without looking up, he flipped through the page of the magazine in his hand, and then he thought of something, looked away from the page and sat up. The two sides pulled apart, "Or is it that Qiu also feels cold and wants to come into my arms?"

"No, I think Mr. Kitty is warmer than you," Qiuya refused while hugging Mr. Kitty, feeling the fluffy touch, "and I always feel that Dazai looks thinner recently because he has been staying at home and not going out. Do you exercise?"

When he was in the mafia before, although he often skipped work, he would go out to work. At that time, Dazai seemed to be a little stronger than now.

"Ah, it's winter now, Shuya, are you actually going to kick me out?" Dazai complained in a drawn-out voice, then moved from the house to Shuya's side on the porch, looked down at the fat ball-like one, with a strange expression on his face Knowing if it was a natural three-colored cat with an evil smile on his face, he stretched out his finger to tease, "Or Qiu also thinks that I will look good when I am fat like this. This may be too difficult for me."

The figure of this cat can be said to be a direct splicing of two balls-one head and one body, and the rest is invisible.It is also a three-colored cat, but Mr. Natsume from Yokohama is much slimmer than this one.

Such a provocation must be understandable to Mr. Cat, and he has been dissatisfied with this human being who always shares snacks with him for a long time.

It's the mighty youkai Madara-sama!

So after hearing the provocation from that muddy man, the three-flowered cat aimed at him to play with his fingers, showed his almost invisible paws hidden under the round belly, and scratched it——

"Wow, it's so dangerous," Dazai withdrew his hand quickly, complaining to Qiu Ye in a strange manner, "Xiao Qiu also, look, your lover is about to be injured, the cat's claws are very sharp, maybe you will get sick die."

"Are you all right?" Shuya hurriedly put the cat teacher in his arms aside, and took Dazai's hand to check carefully.The upper half of the palm and the fingers are not wrapped with bandages, but the exposed skin has no scratches; while the lower half of the palm has been wrapped with bandages, but the upper bandages are also intact— —That is, the man was not hurt at all.

"Is Dazai's conditioned reflex faster than cats?" Qiu Ye looked at the slender hand again with a puzzled expression, and finally put it down after confirming that it was not injured, and looked helplessly at the person and cat beside him , "I feel that Dazai and Mr. Cat don't get along very well. If you don't like Dazai, why don't you go back to the house first?"

He was a little worried that if Dazai stayed here, the two of them would fight again.

"Oh—no," Dazai complained in a drawn-out voice, "Why am I in the house?"

"Then, Mr. Cat and I will go to the house, and you will continue on the porch?" Qiu Ye hesitated for a while, and suggested with an uncertain tone.The cat squatting next to him couldn't hold back a 'poof' laugh after hearing this proposal.

"..." Dazai looked at Akiya with a helpless expression, made sure that he really made an ordinary proposal, sighed and entered the room, lay on his side with his back facing the direction of the corridor, and continued to read what he hadn't finished just now Magazine.

"Your lover is angry," Sanhuamao watched as Dazai re-entered the house, jumped back on Qiuya's lap to continue serving as a heater, and waited for Natsume, who was tutoring, to come back from school, "Can you put him aside like this. "

"He actually guessed that I was joking," Qiu Ye whispered, and began to pat the cat's fluffy back again, "And actually, that guy is very coaxable."

As long as you cook hot miso soup for him afterwards, he will recover by himself, and if he can't recover, then kiss him good night, and he will definitely recover.

"Then you may be tormented enough in the future," Mr. Cat left a sentence inexplicably, and then looked at the back of the yard—it is almost Natsume's school time at this time, "Oh, yes, my When will the rice cake come over?"

It remembered that the kid had promised to send rice cakes to the Fujiwara family during the New Year, and now the New Year is not many days away.

"It will be delivered tomorrow. I have an appointment with my elders and two younger brothers. I will come over tomorrow to make rice cakes together." Qiuya replied with a smile, and followed Mr. Cat's gaze and looked outside the house waiting for Natsume to come back. "By the way, cat Teacher, if Natsume goes to another city to study at university, will you go with him?"

Yahara is a place full of monsters. If Mr. Cat is a talking three-colored cat monster, I don’t know if he would like to leave this city.

"Isn't this a matter of course?" Looking at the figure of a boy with milky chestnut hair running towards us from afar, the three-flowered cat jumped off Qiu Ye's lap and ran over there, "I'm with that The guy has an agreement."

At least until he returned the name of the monster on the friend account, it would stay with that kid—although the kid was 17 years old now and would grow into an adult soon.

so good……

Seeing the scene where Mr. Cat ran out the back door and met Natsume, Shuya frowned.He turned around, took a few steps back to Dazai who was lying on his side with his back facing him, and leaned over behind his waist with a 'slap—', "Mr. Dazai, who is angry, what are you looking at? "

"I'm looking for a new way to punish Shuya." Dazai closed a magazine on house decoration style in his hand, turned around and lay flat on the tatami and said to Shuya, and began to pinch Shuya with his hands "After all, many people know that I am a terrifying man, am I not?"

"Yeah," Shuya didn't care about the hand that was messing with his face, and after Dazai lay flat on his back, he turned into a posture lying on the opponent's stomach.I saw him crawling on the tatami and moving his hands up to let himself lie on Dazai's body, "That horrible Mr. Dazai, what do you think of drinking miso soup tonight?"

"Well, it's a good proposal," Dazai said, and then pressed the back of Shuya's head, letting his head rest on his shoulders, "But I'm so angry now, I want to eat Shuya, what should I do? .”

"Humans can't be eaten. Dazai is really scary." Qiu also said in Dazai's ear, because his head is now being held down, although he is not strong but he is too lazy to struggle, and now his right shoulder is resting in front of his lover.

"It's just that Qiu didn't know about it," Dazai said softly, moving his hand from the opponent's cheek to the neckline of the kimono, and then stretched it into the shoulder, "Did Shuya's wound still hurt at that time?"

That place was where Mimic was shot before, but before that, it was also the place where Dazai bit him.Now the scars there are only left by the bullet holes, which are rougher to the touch than other skins. The previous tooth marks are so shallow that they can't be seen unless you look carefully.

"That was the result of my misjudgment of my supernatural ability. Now that the scars are formed, it will definitely not hurt anymore." Because it was winter, Qiu couldn't help shaking when Dazai's cold fingers touched his skin, and then shallow The bi-color eyes blinked, and the eyelids drooped following the man's movements.At that time, his supernatural ability was still a beat slower than that undead soldier in the end, otherwise the bullet on the shoulder would have missed the target completely.

"Well, the traces I left are gone." Dazai said in a low voice, feeling his lover lying on his body, he was stunned by the voice, and took advantage of this moment to make up a trace for him again.

"Hey, wait a minute—!" Shuya, who realized what Dazai was going to do, stopped loudly.However, because the back of his head was held down, his shoulders were almost brought to the man's mouth, and because he was lying on top of him, he couldn't even struggle.

More than a year ago, the memory of being bitten in the moonlight in the apartment came back to my mind.Shuya, who didn't dare to move because he was afraid that the struggle would cause more pain, finally groaned twice, lying on Dazai's body completely powerless, clutching the windbreaker fabric of the hateful man in his hands, trying to rumple them to divert his attention force.

"It's delicious!" After feeling a little bit of blood in his mouth, Dazai let go of his mouth in a good mood and looked at the shoulder where the mark was left again, and then helped Qiuya get up so that he could continue to stay in his arms , "Is it time to make dinner?"

"There's no dinner, I'm going to tell Oda-san tomorrow that Dazai hurt me," said Shuya, who was lying on Dazai's shoulder, and felt the current state of his right hand, although it was lighter than last year There are many, and because there are scars from gunshot wounds, so this time there is no pain this time, "I won't be able to make rice cakes tomorrow, it's all Dazai's fault."

"Well, I'll help Shuya tomorrow," Dazai said in a good mood, and then stuck his lover's armpit to make him stand up and move to the kitchen together, "Chuya, let's cook, I'll help you chop the dishes for tonight." Just fine."