I was touched by Yokohama

"Is that you?" Osamu Dazai asked softly, his voice was like a bubble that would break at the touch of a touch, with a slightly hoarse ending.

Chachamao: "Meow."

Osamu Dazai looked into the eyes of the little white cat.

The golden cat's eyes are filled with such a soft and quiet, but solemn color like a god.

In the bright gold that seems to have seen through him, Dazai Osamu's heart shrank slightly, but he was elated.

is her.

Even if Chacha didn't give any answer, Osamu Dazai was very sure.

The one and only, the treasure he longs for, is right in front of him.

Great joy came like a tide, but at the same time, there was also an urge to retreat.

"..."

Chacha did not expect that after recognizing her true identity, Osamu Dazai did not take her home, but wanted to hand her over to Atsushi Nakajima.

"Meow?" Chachamao looked at Osamu Dazai puzzled.

"...Atsushi is the most suitable choice." Osamu Dazai said softly, coughed a few times, and avoided Chacha's sight.

"Also, being around me may not have a positive effect on your sleep."

From some information in the "book", he knew that Chacha was prone to sleepiness.

Cha Cha: "..."

What does no positive impact mean?

Chacha thought for a while, and changed back into a human form.

"Why aren't you suitable?" Chacha asked, "Could it be that you don't sleep?"

Almost greedily, Osamu Dazai memorized every bit of the snow-haired girl in front of him without any trace, and sketched it.

He paused, with a weak smile on his lips: "Of course not... Sometimes, I still sleep for an hour or two."

It's just that even with so little sleep, it's hard to sleep well.

Chacha sighed.

I always feel that Mr. Dazai in front of me reveals a kind of... feeling that I am so weak and need to be hugged and comforted?

In fact, whether it is Mr. Dazai in the main world or Mr. Dazai in this parallel world, it has nothing to do with the adjective "weak". Camouflage routine.

And this kind of thing, both sides are well aware.

But Chacha is also very clear that Mr. Dazai in front of him is indeed very weak to a certain extent, like a flickering flame in the darkness, which may be extinguished at any time.

In the end, a look of helplessness appeared in Chacha's eyes, and she reached out to touch Dazai Osamu's hair lightly. Compared with the main world, Dazai Osamu had changed a lot, but it seemed that nothing had changed. His short black curly hair was as soft and touchable as ever.

The girl's fair and slender fingers were trapped in the furry black hair.

"Mr. Dazai." Chacha said softly, with a soft ending, "have a good sleep."

"At least, I will be with you until you wake up."

……

It's been a long time since Osamu Dazai had such a good sleep.

Too much weight weighed on his heart, and he was still unable to sleep peacefully, and with the rapid expansion of the port mafia, more work was accumulated, as if even sleep could become a dispensable thing.

Osamu Dazai knew that the snow-haired girl would not easily forget her promise.And when he woke up, Chacha was indeed sleeping peacefully beside him.

The girl's eyelashes were closed, and light and shadow intertwined on her porcelain-like face. Even if she was sleeping peacefully like this, her whole body seemed to be covered with a layer of light, as if it would disappear in the next second.

Dazai slowly blinked his eyes.

He stretched out his hand, vainly embracing the unique existence he longed for in front of him.

But he never folded his arms and really embraced her.

……

Chacha turned back into a cat, and was taken away by Atsushi Nakajima following the order of Osamu Dazai.

Chacha has already understood that Mr. Dazai is timid, even if hope is close at hand, he refuses to ask for help.

So, sure enough, Mr. Dazai is still Mr. Dazai no matter which world he is in.

"Mr. Dazai...you seem to be in a good mood today." After leaving the chief's office, Atsushi Nakajima, who knew nothing, whispered to himself.

"Is it because of you?"

Atsushi Nakajima inexplicably had this intuition. He looked at the petite pure white cat in his arms, and the corners of his mouth curved slightly into a gentle arc.

"But it doesn't seem very strange. When I look at you, I am very happy."

Holding a small ball of fluffy fluff, being watched by those honey-like golden eyes, it seems that the whole person is soaked in the warm and brilliant light, touching the soft and sweet happiness.

"Meow." Chacha quietly wagged the tip of her tail.

Chacha doesn't know what you're talking about, Chacha doesn't have that weird function that makes others happy just by looking at it.

But on the way of being carried away by Atsushi Nakajima, he ran into Chuya Nakahara.

"Atsushi, why is the cat here with you?" Zhongya Nakahara saw Chacha in Atsushi Nakajima's arms at a glance, and strode towards him.

Atsushi Nakajima was also stunned for a moment: "It was the leader who let me...Mr. Nakaya know about this cat?"

Zhong Yuan was also stunned, his cobalt blue eyes widened, and his pupils trembled: "Wait, what does this have to do with Dazai... the leader? You took the cat to the leader?!"

Nakajima Atsushi looked puzzled: "Isn't this the cat that the subordinates gave to the leader?"

The two stared at each other, feeling as if they had made a mistake.

Chacha looked left and right, and licked Mao Mao quietly.

Well, it's better to pretend that you don't know anything.

……

Due to various mistakes in the middle, such an oolong was finally made.

But the result has been decided, and there is nothing to say.

"Does that guy really want to raise a cat?" Nakahara Nakaya listened to what Atsushi Nakajima said, feeling inexplicably regretful that he couldn't raise Chacha himself, and felt that Osamu Dazai's behavior was very weird.

"It should be. The leader ordered a lot of things to be prepared for the cats, such as daily necessities, food, toys, and cat litters." Atsushi Nakajima scratched his head, "By the way, he also asked to prepare a girl. As for the room, I also gave a lot of detailed instructions, but I didn't say who it was for."

Zhong Yuanzhong also felt that this matter was not simple.

But no matter how much he thought about it, it was impossible for him to think that all these things, no matter if they were cats or people, were all prepared for this little white cat.

It is even more impossible to think that this cat can turn into a living person.

……

Considering various factors, Chacha decides to stay in this parallel world for the time being.

People in this world, whether it is Dazai-san, Nakaya-san, or Atsushi-kun, it is difficult for people to ignore it as if they have never seen it.

Their instinctive closeness and love for Chacha also made Chacha see them almost every two days even if she didn't go to find them.

They will show more and more expressions in front of Chacha, and they will smile more and more.

——Except for Osamu Dazai.

Because Osamu Dazai almost seemed to avoid her, and he didn't see her a few times at all.

But whenever Chacha really thinks about whether Mr. Dazai in this world has forgotten her, she will find that there are traces of Dazai's meddling in almost every aspect of her surroundings.

For example, the days when Chacha stayed in the port mafia were basically arranged well. The food she liked was the type of toys she was interested in. Just like Chacha knew about Dazai, the Dazai in this world was not interested. Apart from her existence, Chacha doesn't know much about it.

Chacha knows how the trajectory works, and she didn't deliberately force a coward who is afraid of getting hurt even if he touches cotton, after all...

He hasn't asked her for help yet.

Cha Cha sighed.

For someone who would not even ask for help, Chacha has never reached out to grab her.

Chacha respects everyone's choice.

But Mr. Dazai is still a bit different after all. Chacha in the main world promised to save him, so Mr. Dazai in the parallel world, Chacha will pay more attention to him.

On a certain day not long ago, Osamu Dazai was on the top of a tall building, looking at the crowds and cars flowing under the building with a calm expression almost indifferent, not knowing what he was thinking.

The wind was whistling, and the corners of the black stand-up collar windbreaker were flying.

Osamu Dazai just came back from the Lupine Bar, and the scene that happened in the bar flashed through his mind, and Odasaku raised his gun at him, as if he could still remember it vividly.

Osamu Dazai understood that his "mission" had been completed.

Oda Saku has survived, living the life he wants, writing the novel he wants to write, everything is so beautiful that it is almost a dream.

Osamu Dazai said to himself, I am satisfied.

So, it doesn't matter if you are pointed at a gun by someone who should be your best friend.

If there is any regret, it is only...

"So Mr. Dazai is the most cunning person." Chacha sighed softly.

Quietly, everything was arranged, except for himself.

"Miss..." It was obviously beyond Osamu Dazai's expectation to meet someone here who was still thinking about it a second ago.

He had already thought of something, and the smile on the corner of his mouth gradually froze: "Miss, are you planning to leave?"

"Does Mr. Dazai care?" The snow-haired girl tilted her head, her fluffy and slightly curly snow-white hair fluttering slightly in the wind, "But, isn't Mr. Dazai planning to leave everyone first?"

Chacha believes that neither Mr. Zhongye nor Dunjun will be willing to see this result.

Mr. Dazai reversed Mr. Oda's established destiny, but he gave up his own destiny.

In other words, his purpose of living is gone.

It's because he doesn't want to live in this world.

Thinking of this, Chacha felt a little helpless: "Mr. Dazai, do you care? I leave this kind of thing."

The lips of the black-haired, kite-eyed youth trembled.

Chacha said softly, "If you don't want me to leave, tell me now."

"Only if you are willing to make a cry for help, can others really save you."

"Mr. Dazai."

After the words fell, Chacha stood on the spot, looking at Osamu Dazai, neither advancing nor retreating.

Osamu Dazai closed his eyes, and a faint smile appeared on the corner of his mouth: "If I ask for help, won't Miss leave?"

"Mr. Dazai, are you afraid that you won't get a response after calling for help?" Chacha seemed to have sensed something.

Osamu Dazai smiled, and the red scarf floated up, covering his expression for a moment.

"Yes."

If you ask for help but get no response from the lady, it must be the cruelest thing in the world for a human named Osamu Dazai.

"But if you don't ask for help, how do you know if there will be a response?" Chacha sighed, "Mr. Dazai, you want a [-]% promise."

But nothing in this world is [-]% from the beginning.

"Mr. Dazai, you want [-]%, but if you don't say it, then you won't even have [-]%."

Osamu Dazai's smile gradually disappeared, and he silently watched the snow-haired girl.

Chacha thought for a while, as if she understood something, she stretched out her hand to Osamu Dazai and spread out her palm.

"If that's the case, will Mr. Dazai be less afraid?"

The girl's white palm spread out in front of him, as if he would be held back if he put his hand on it.

Osamu Dazai's soft sigh was almost lost in the wind: "Miss has already reached this point, no matter what, under such a big temptation, I have no reason to refuse."

Also reluctant to refuse.

He took a step forward slowly, and the rest seemed to be a lot easier, and when Chacha was only one step away, his body froze again and seemed to be motionless.

But in the end, he still slowly put his hand on Chacha's.

It's just that before Chacha could hold his hand to express her approval and encouragement, he suddenly took the initiative to wrap her hand with his own.

It's a bit anti-customer-oriented.

Chacha blinked her golden cat eyes. At this moment, she suddenly felt like she had fallen into a trap.

The black-haired, kite-eyed young man didn't seem to notice the girl's suspicious gaze, and stared down at the hands they held.

"Miss, please help me." Osamu Dazai said with slightly curved lips.

Please save me, please... look at me.

— my miss.