[Bungo Stray Dogs] Crush

Somewhere in the body, like himself, hiding that darkness, hiding himself in the dark, deep in the brain, deep in the heart, deep in the marrow.

But the other party didn't. After all, would this slug have something like darkness?

Even if betrayed, in order to protect his companions, he will make transactions that can be called "despicable", and even reflect on his own problems.

Once you make an oath, act without hesitation.

When a companion is killed, he can throw away his sanity and life to avenge him, and even say "I don't want to see it again", which is full of anger and pain.

Even if he is called over by someone he hates, in order to protect Yokohama, he will desperately turn on the dirt and throw himself into the battle.

Human feelings, giri, giri, similar but different words, constitute the existence of a person called "Nakahara Chuya".

Even if there are iron chains and cages to bind him, he will take the chains and cages and rush to the sky together, tearing apart everything that is bound.

He is such a person, Chuya Nakahara of the mafia, even if he becomes another unfamiliar one, his temperament has not changed.

The darkness can't swallow him, he will regard the darkness as his battle suit and wield it.

It's the type that I can't handle.

He doesn't smell like a mafia, he doesn't smell of death, and his short body is always fighting to stay alive. If the other party was also in Yokohama, he might not have escaped.

The type completely opposite to himself, to be honest, there is a faint yearning, jealousy, and disgust in his heart.

Longing for the other party to move forward, the light named 'Brightness' has never been stripped from him.

Different from Mori, different from Hongye, different from himself, and different from other people in the detective agency.

The pain and darkness of life seem to be unable to pull his limbs at all. As long as there is a tomorrow, even if there is no tomorrow, he will laugh proudly.

This kind of behavior also made him a little jealous, obviously a dwarf, obviously a slug, obviously only a mafia with good legs and feet, why can he live so recklessly.

Fighting to save his companions, releasing his tenderness to appease the injured younger generation, and being able to resolutely open the filth just for those one or two sentences.

Idiot?Absolutely stupid!

It's obviously Huang Ba spit, why can he live like a human being so much, but what he sees in this world is like...

Perhaps because of this, he hates Chuya who is beyond his imagination, and also hates his gentleness and his straightforwardness.

Being able to be gentle to everyone is doomed not to be able to put all that tenderness on one person. Since the bait is cast, why not just pull the fish up, even if the fish is a bit too greedy.

He knew that, in fact, he was afraid of such an existence inside.

He didn't care about his own affairs, whether it was the physical pain that happened to this body or the mental pain caused by what he saw in his eyes.

At the borderline between death and life, blood, brutality, and pain seem to make him feel happy and alive.

The world of ordinary people is far away from him, and the world of non-ordinary people will also be far away from him as he gradually deepens. He cannot further abandon what he has in order to achieve goals like Sen.

After all, something that could support the flesh/body of the target is no longer there.

Even if he still has nostalgia and fantasies about the world, even if he continues to drag himself, who is infested with black mud, to move forward for that promise, what else can he see in this world.

see the light

See this thing called life?

"Why are you in a daze, let's go." A discordant voice was like a knife, ruthlessly piercing into his own thoughts, cutting off those sticky thoughts that were like black mud in a swamp.

The dwarf walking outside the mall turned back into the dark dwarf again, only this time he gave up his hat and added a red scarf that was as bright as blood on the outside of the black coat.

He caught up with the opponent in three steps and two steps. "It seems to have changed back to the familiar Chuya, but wearing a scarf will only make you look shorter."

Zhong also squinted at the past, but did not speak.

"Speaking of which, what are you looking for here? You must be looking for something to be sent here."

If it was true what the other party said, then Zhong who sat back in that position would only take over from 'Sen' or himself, but it didn't matter who took over.

As long as it is Chuya's character, when encountering such a situation, he will definitely put the port mafia above himself, and even above this city.

He jumped off a building and died. As the leader, Zhongye must have been very cautious when he was in the filth. Before he could complete the transfer of all members of the mafia and hand over his position, he would never give his life away casually. .

Dedicating himself to this organization like a slave, as long as his giri has not disappeared, as long as he retains his human side, he will not give up the mafia.

Yes.

He is such a person.

Only use filth in that situation when it is safe and secure.

Something must have been left behind!

He couldn't imagine that there was an ability in this world that could bring back the sanity of this beast other than the nullification of supernatural powers.

In fact, after falling from the sky, the other party was in tatters, with only one breath left. He must have seen something that made him trustworthy, so he opened the limiter.

It's like a safety device that someone left on purpose.

While being able to not destroy the world, return the security device named Nakahara Chuya back to its original place.

However, Chuya fell from the sky in front of him.

There was an answer ready to come out, but Dazai felt a trace of fear deep in his heart, as if the most secret thing in his heart had been discovered by others through this action.

I was once asked by the other party, 'Have you become wanting to live? ’, my boyhood self was able to answer straightforwardly that he felt pleasure in the world of the mafia.

But now?

Nakaya looked over, just like before, he had to look up because of the height difference, and at this moment he was looking over with an expression that even Dazai himself couldn't understand.

The palms wrapped in black gloves were clenched into fists, and they lightly pressed against the chest covered by the sand-colored coat.

"I can't understand most of your actions, and I can't find out what's going on in your brain. Maybe I can understand. The person who understands you is no longer alive." Hearing these words, Dazai's body became stiff .

It's like glass, which is viscous from the beginning and flows like water. In the process called cooling, it gradually becomes hard, but at the same time it becomes fragile. .

Chuya withdrew his hand and didn't look at his expression, even if he looked at him, he wouldn't understand that the mafia would never pry into the secrets of a person's heart.

"If someone says, 'I want to live too,' I will follow my heart and do it."

The world is nothingness, everything is nothingness, he lives in such a world, and what he sees in his eyes is such a world.

There are no bright colors, no beautiful things, only gray, deep and deep gray, and then slowly approaching with black, gradually blending and being swallowed.

All that's left is despair.

Death is what he thinks is the best among the countless possible endings of life.

what.

He knew why he hated Chuuya.

Not his tenderness, not his light, not the power he displayed.

But he will not be like other friends at all, after understanding your pain, your loneliness, your darkness, for the sake of their relationship, stand on the periphery of that loneliness, licking each other's fur.

Among the people he knows, chooses, and approves, there are more or less such characteristics. When the hearts cannot communicate, loneliness and despair can be communicated.

But Zhong will also break in without hesitation, and take out the darkness hidden in the bone marrow and heart.

Said in that nasty and disgusting tone, 'To live is to live, now to live, and then to live. 'It is estimated that even he has not thought about it.

Dazai turned his head, put his hands in the pockets of his sand-colored overcoat, and covered it up with a frivolous tone drawn out. "Today's Zhongye is disgusting, as expected I hate Zhongye the most."

"Ha! Believe it or not, I'll beat you up, Dazai."

Sure enough, it was right to blow up Zhongye's car at that time, he thought happily in his heart, that rare bright smile that could be called 'refreshing' appeared on that handsome face.

Now, he somewhat hated himself in that world.

Boss, I'm returning favors

What a shabby and messy apartment.

After opening the door with the key, what I saw was a bare place that seemed to have no one lived in it. It was located in one of the two-story apartment buildings with mixed people. It seemed that I could still hear the sound coming from the next door with the doors and windows closed. Noise.

The entrance is directly connected to the kitchen. There are strange food-like brown objects in the sink. The kitchen, which is randomly placed on the sink, seems to have fought against something terrible and hard.

The sharp blade rolled up unexpectedly.

There are no replacement shoes on the simple shoe rack placed at the entrance, but one can imagine that the other party directly uses the dirty soles of the shoes, or steps on the floor with bare feet