Yokohama diva, sultry online

With this feeling of being beaten after a long absence, Osamu Dazai reluctantly got up with his forearm propped on the ground. He wiped his face with his fingers, then took out a towel from his pocket, and wiped away the nosebleed with a dazed expression.

Shouldn't this kind of bridge where they meet after a long separation be two people hugging each other and telling each other their hearts?How come it's just a flying kick when it comes to him?

The ochre-haired boy stood with the backlight, and a hazy halo spread around his body. There were brightly colored hair sticking to his chin, and a few strokes were mischievously standing against the wind, a little bit scorching.

Nakahara also looked at Osamu Dazai, who was in a miserable situation at the moment, the leader who looked like a boy still had some baby fat on his cheeks, exactly the same as he remembered, the only difference was the sinister aura around him.

He grabbed the black-haired leader by the collar and pressed him hard against the wall without restraining his strength deliberately, and then stared at Osamu Dazai in a persuasive posture, so close that Nakahara could see that he still had There are bloodstained nose wings and slightly trembling eye feathers.

After all, he didn't strike again, he retracted the fist he had raised into his pocket, his blue eyes showed a thick stern color because of displeasure, and the pupils that were always clear to transparent also became deep and deep.

Dazai Osamu didn't wait for a heavier blow, he secretly breathed a sigh of relief, but he watched the expression of the short cadre calmly, and then he saw an expression that was beyond his expectation.

The ocher-haired cadre was holding back, his undulating lips were pursed into a straight line, his pupils were smaller than normal, and his brows and eyes were sharp, looking at him revealed the meaning of gnashing his teeth.

Osamu Dazai blinked helplessly, although in the eyes of others he still looked plain, with a faint bitterness spreading from his quagmire-like pupils.

He had guessed that he would face this situation, but when he actually dealt with it, his brain was like a mess. He loosened his neckline, with a smile that couldn't reach his eyes, and used rhetorical questions to cover up his emotions.

Osamu Dazai put his hands behind his back, and the wide hem of his clothes made a strong sound in the sudden gust of wind. He seemed to reproach him, "Chuya, is this your attitude towards the leader?"

This is a method he is used to. Whenever Osamu Dazai starts to threaten him with his identity, Zhong Yuanzhong can't tell whether he is angry or not, maybe he is angry, or he is not angry.

However, when Zhongyuan Zhong was also planning to obey his will and commit an offense, these were not important, the kick just now was only a ten-thousandth of his anger.

Nakahara also took a deep look at Osamu Dazai, he touched the top of his head, just in the air but thought that he was not wearing a hat, then shook his fingers and put them at the position of his heart, he landed on one knee, and gradually bent down the straight the backbone.

With the other hand resting on the ground, Zhong Yuan Zhong also lowered his head, his thin lips parted slightly, without any pause or dissatisfaction, "I am willing to accept the punishment."

This was an unexpected move, a small hair twist appeared in front of his eyes, and the hair of the short cadre fell to his cheek due to gravity, covering the face that was always full of true inner emotions without concealment .

It’s hard to say, but Osamu Dazai was even more bored. Compared with the tit-for-tat cadres before, he was obviously obedient now, and accepted the punishment without any objection, but the sudden emotion in his heart made Osamu Dazai understand that this was not at all. what he wants.

What does he want?

Chuya Nakahara thought that what Osamu Dazai wanted was for his friend Sakunosuke Oda to live well, and then silently guard the balance of Yokohama to prevent unnecessary struggles from affecting the people or things he cares about.

When Nakahara Zhong thought the same way, he had already realized that he was narrow-minded, or he was just getting into a dead end.

A person who obviously possesses powerful supernatural abilities, but is not committed to his position at all, and his performance can be called mediocre.

Nakahara's only impression of him is that when he was out on a mission, Oda Sakunosuke was appointed by the Mori leader to investigate Mimic's affairs, and he was killed on the way to perform the mission. When he knelt down at the port of Mafia, he heard the news of the mutiny of the dead mackerel.

At that time, his only thought was not anger, but disbelief, he thought how could this be possible, he just went out to suppress riots in other places, and his partner was gone when he came back.

Although they have been working together for so many years, it is unlikely that there is any partnership relationship, but this guy simply abandoned the organization he had relied on for so many years and then disappeared quietly for two years...God knows how Nakahara Chuya spent those two years Working life as hell.

Before coming to this world, Nakahara Chuya only had the impression of Oda Sakunosuke that he was a member of the Armed Detective Agency from his subordinates, and he didn't know any more information.

But what makes him even more sad is that after knowing the truth of some things, no matter how angry he appears on the surface, Nakahara Chuya actually understands Osamu Dazai in his heart.

He will also be furious because of the sacrifice of his subordinates, and he will pursue the murderer, and it will be more serious, if it is Sister Hongye who is...

Nakahara also knew that this was impossible. He subconsciously knew that the tragedy that happened to Osamu Dazai could not happen to him. Sister Hongye once said that even if there was no such thing as Oda, Chief Mori would not let Osamu Dazai last long. stay in port Mafia.

Because the two of them have an essential similarity, and Zhongyuanzhong is also essentially different from them.

Although Nakahara also understands Osamu Dazai's approach, it doesn't mean that he will be generous enough not to hold grudges, but he--understands and hates it.

Sure enough, he hated Osamu Dazai from the beginning to the end!

The ochre-haired boy knelt down on one knee to show his loyalty to him, just like the warm pillow he felt when he joined the port Mafia at the beginning of the year. leader.

Taming a rebellious beast is a very fulfilling thing. It is even more exciting to see the beast retracting its sharp claws and revealing its soft belly in front of you. Dazai Osamu has no such exciting thoughts .

He looked at the ochre-haired boy who had lowered his head, revealing a large area of ​​fair and tender skin on his neck, and then sighed helplessly, with a surprising dejection on his face.

Now this is not a beast, but the supreme god in his heart.

Osamu Dazai bent down slightly, he stretched out his hands to support Chuya Nakahara, paused for a while on his mud-stained knee, and then wiped away the eye-catching spot with his fingers as if inadvertently.

He wiped the dust from his fingers onto the towel just now, pinched his slender chin with his plain white bandaged hand, and dragged his voice habitually, "Zhong also can't tell when I am Just kidding, it's really distressing."

This is exactly what Nakahara Chuya can't bear. He deeply hates Dazai Osamu's use of this kind of teasing tone to discuss a matter that should be taken seriously with him, which will make him feel that only he is a fool, and only he is making trouble for no reason. .

Zhong Yuanzhong also took a step forward, he gradually closed his palms, his blue eyes seemed to be frozen at this moment, "...Are you kidding me? Even Mafia's Boss is joking...by jumping off the stairs? Then put The organization is handed over to an inexperienced cadre?"

The reason why he couldn't hold back his anger was that Zhongyuan Zhong also asked Chief Mori about the definition of a leader. That was the reason why he was willing to be a subordinate. He did not have the qualities and awareness that a leader should have.

And this damn mackerel, how dare he hand over Port Mafia to him without fear... This man really abandoned Port Mafia again and again.

Zhong Yuanzhong also sneered again. He had questioned him before, but it was far less intense than it is now. At this moment, he is more like a ignited firecracker, clamoring to tear the enemy to pieces, "Bastard, you think I Will you be grateful?"

Nakahara also felt that his current expression should be terrifying and disgusting, he stared at the black-haired leader, as if warning something, "Even if you die, I will not help Oda If there is any preferential treatment, he has nothing to do with me, nothing, nothing, nothing, I will not care about him!"

Although Oda Sakunosuke is important enough that Osamu Dazai can betray Mafia, the port where he has lived for many years, it is so important that this damn mackerel is planning the layout for him without sleep, and the others are moving towards the established result step by step under his arrangement.

What are the others taken for?What was he taken for?Tool man?

If the dead mackerel hadn't personally ordered him, the Central Plains would not care about the life and death of the members of the Armed Detective Agency... Oh, except for the Akutagawa whose camp was reversed.

— so sharp.

Osamu Dazai stared blankly at the red-haired cadre who suddenly broke out. The little slug revealed all the things he tried to hide in the past, and he was relieved in his heart. There was a feeling that all the burdens on the body and mind were lifted. Relaxation.

The ocher-haired cadre pressed on step by step, his blue eyes stared round with anger, his two delicate long eyebrows twisted together to reveal the gully in the middle, which made people want to smooth it out, and his mouth was slightly opened. The bright red tongue was exposed, and the look of raising his head seemed to be asking for a kiss.

Osamu Dazai gradually retreated to the wall, his back hit the wall straight, there was a little pain, but it didn't bother him, so he stretched out his index finger to hook the choker on the neck of the red-haired cadre in that situation .

As in the past, Osamu Dazai narrowed his eyes happily, and with his index finger, he used some strength to bring Chuya Nakahara's cheek closer. This distance allowed him to touch the place he dreamed of when he lowered his head.

He did so, and Dazai Osamu's tone was so gentle that he slowly lowered his head and pressed it against the forehead of the cadre with red hair, "Chuya, I said that when we meet, I will tell you a secret. I met you that day. Odasaku, he is fine, I just want to say...Chuya, I miss you very much, I can't live without you..."

Central Plains also thought, too close.

He could feel the temperature on his forehead that didn't belong to him, so hot that he couldn't ignore it, and he could even see his figure through the kite eyes that couldn't reflect anything else before, and the breath of the black-haired leader spoke in his The wings of the nose linger and stay, carrying the ultimate temptation.

As if very close people were kissing, Nakahara also felt dizzy, his blue eyes were dazed for a second but soon became clear again, he wanted to push away Osamu Dazai who was going crazy, but was caught A choker around the neck restricts movement.

The cadre’s cessation of resistance made Osamu Dazai mistakenly think that he had been forgiven. His brows and eyes were full of joy, and he couldn’t help but rub Chuya Nakahara’s nose like a big dog, “Chuya, I really miss you."

Everything would look so good...if it wasn't based on lies.

Zhong Yuanzhong also fell into a misunderstanding that he didn't know about. He just thought, so this person hit a wall with his friend who lost his memory, so he dragged himself to bed, maybe to seek that damn sense of approval?

Zhongyuan Zhong also looked at the indulged Dazai Osamu and took a deep breath. His eyes were a little scarlet because of the red blood streaks, and there was a little bit of sadness that had not faded away and a deep sense of reality. Annoyed, "Tai, Zai, Zhi, I am not a tool."

He tried to reason calmly again, "You can't always treat me like this, Boss!"