In the Shura field, I just want to work and earn money

Osamu Dazai wanted to be alone with the dangerous Kuruka Fallen Mist, so even if there were 1 people who disagreed, Nakahara could not disobey the leader's order, and was ruthlessly driven away with a heavy slamming door Out he left the room.

Osamu Dazai fixed his eyes on the black-haired girl's neck, moved his gaze down slightly, and stopped at the wound on his wrist, his kite-colored eyes sank: "Pianwu, come here."

He stared at the mist that was approaching him obediently, gently raised her fingertips like a fragile object, his lowered eyes were like a butterfly on a dead leaf, occasionally fluttering its wings to prove that it was still alive fact.

Without asking too much, you can understand what the Lihualuo family did to her.

——It’s cheaper for them, I knew that I would have kept Chuya alive.

"Do you want to cure it?" Osamu Dazai said softly.

Pian Wu looked down at the black-haired young man sitting on the seat, her purple eyes looked deep in the dim environment, she glanced at the hand held by the other party, her tone was as calm as a sparkling lake under the moonlight: "You know me and my abilities well."

Osamu Dazai raised his head, and the only exposed eye looked at the girl's face silently. She was much colder than the other one he saw. If the fog outside the "book" was like a branch in the sun, The blooming purple kite, she in the "book" is more like a purple kite full of nectar in the morning, her body exudes the coolness just like the dawn.

He sighed, but did not respond to the girl's words: "It hurts a lot, and there will be scars."

"It's ok."

"There are relationships."

"..."

Osamu Dazai let go of her hand, and handed over the pen and paper on the table.

Pian Wu hid her hands behind her back, and put on a gesture of resistance: "Are you going to leave after it's cured?"

That's what Dazai planned.

But instead of answering her question, he smiled back: "Do you want to stay?"

Pianwu nodded.

Osamu Dazai put the pen and paper back on the table, and asked patiently, "Why? Isn't it bad outside?"

"Will you limit my movements?"

Osamu Dazai said without thinking, "No."

"Then this is the outside."

"..."

"Why did you save me? Why did you know me? Why did you show me that expression? ——I don't care about these things. If you don't want to say it, don't say it." Pian Wu pursed his lips, and the indifferent expression on his face was shaken. , softer emotions emerged from the gap in the mask, "I just want to stay with the person who saved me, can't I?"

"Aren't you afraid of being a trap that you want to greet but refuse?" Osamu Dazai said abruptly.

"Port Mafia doesn't need to use such gentle means, and I trust my intuition." Pian Wu stared closely at the black-haired man in front of him, as if he wanted to clearly engrave his face and existence on those bright eyes. In her purple eyes, "It doesn't matter if it's fake... I haven't even seen a fake one before."

Unlike the world outside the "book", there is no false liking as a cover-up, and what she faces is only the most real malice.

From "it's better not to be fake" to "it doesn't matter if it's fake", there is a strong contrast between the ideas on the extreme opposite sides, like a kitten that is all over the body stubbornly leaning towards another of the same kind that is curled up in a corner Beside me, I want to use a dark corner as my next shelter.

She shouldn't be here.

He can enumerate countless better choices for her, and can plan a better future for her, but like a newborn chick, she believes in the first person who saved her, regardless of the purpose, and doesn't care as a result of.

Osamu Dazai thought, he really can't see her.

After finally making up my mind, wouldn't it be ruined now?

"It's fine to stay," he paused, his eyes passing over her wounds one by one, "heal them."

Pianwu tried hard to discern the credibility of his words from the expression of the black-haired young man, and after confirming that he did not lie to herself, she obediently stretched out the hand hidden behind her.

Osamu Dazai chuckled, and gently placed the pen and paper in her palm, as if a little force would pull her wound.

In fact, compared to the shocking injuries he had seen, the girl's frayed wrist was not that serious at all, but let alone a wound, he couldn't even see a red mark on her fair and tender skin.

Osamu Dazai got up and gave up his seat to the black-haired girl holding a pen and paper.

"...Mr. Zhongyuan will say it." The brainwashing warnings such as "Disrespect the leader" and "Pay attention to your attitude" have already begun to play in Pianwu's ears.

Osamu Dazai curled his mouth and gently pressed her shoulder: "I am the leader."

Pian Wu, who was pressed on the seat, raised her head. The distance between the two was extremely close, and she could feel the warm breath on her face from the other party, which was completely different from the cold aura he exuded.

She suddenly thought of a very important question.

"What's your name?"

The black-haired young man smiled and said, "Osamu Dazai."

……

——The leader raised a "canary".

The news spread like wildfire inside Port Mafia.

A beautiful girl with an indifferent temperament appeared out of nowhere and ran around freely in the headquarters building, and her final destination must be the chief's office on the top floor. It's also hard to ignore.

Osamu Dazai felt for a moment that his image matched the former leader, but he thought that his relationship with Katagiri was much healthier than that of Mori Ogai and Alice.

...probably much healthier.

As soon as he opened his eyes, he saw the petite girl curled up in his arms, Osamu Dazai thought casually.

From the day they met for the first time in a real sense, they developed into a relationship of sharing the same bed inexplicably.

He swore that he had never done anything to her, and he would not have done anything to a 15-year-old underage girl.

Sleeping here on the first day was purely because it was too late to talk.

Kataki, who was imprisoned with a dull personality, finally had a living person who could speak, and this person happened to be Osamu Dazai who knew her very well. Although it would not make her lively and cheerful in just a few hours, but Conversations always flow easily and smoothly.

Topics range from plush dolls to clothing to sweets, all of which are of interest to Pianwu.

In a sense, no matter how gloomy, a child who has been cut off from the outside world since the age of five is still easy to coax.

It is difficult to feel the passage of time with the dark walls on all sides, but the sky outside has turned pale, and the mist sitting on the spacious sofa is so sleepy that she nods her head when she says a few words. He fell forward and was embraced by the person beside him.

Osamu Dazai wrapped his hands around the black-haired girl, and there was a sound of even breathing in his arms. He glanced at the clock on the wall, and unconsciously, it had reached this point.

It's not impossible to ask his subordinates to help her arrange a place now, but thinking that she didn't see him when she opened her eyes, he has no doubts about how much negative impact this will have on the girl who is currently extremely insecure.

Yes, extreme insecurity.

It is the same reason that Katagiri from the world outside the "book" trusts Liudao Mu very much, but the world in the "book" is obviously too serious, and Osamu Dazai feels that if it continues like this, it will definitely become blindly dependent.

...To be honest, he thinks it's good.

Osamu Dazai looked down at the black-haired girl who unconsciously hugged him tightly in her sleep. She was "protected" so tightly that she was defenseless when she fell asleep, and her true side was fully revealed. The face that was so cold when she was awake is here. When she was so fragile, she curled up unconsciously, and a thick uneasiness enveloped her like a haze, as if tightening her hands could give her a weak sense of security.

But what she hugged was not a piece of driftwood that could save her life, but a piece of dead grass that would break after a while. If she didn't let go to save herself, she would only sink into the cold bottom together in the end.

Pure trust is indeed the source of evil. *

Osamu Dazai couldn't remember when he closed his eyes, maybe it was the long-lost joy in his heart when he lost it, or maybe it was because the girl in his arms was too warm, and the young port Mafia leader who hadn't had a good sleep in a long time fell asleep unexpectedly A good night's sleep.

In the end, it was the little movement of the mist twisting and turning in his arms that woke him up from his sleep.

The girl who was not fully awake half-closed her eyes, her purple eyes were covered with a layer of mist from the wet physiological tears, she muttered in a half-dream, "Why are you on the sofa, uh... my neck is so sore... "

Osamu Dazai curled his mouth, he hugged her and sat up from the sofa, put her on his lap, hugged her slender waist from behind, rested his chin on her shoulder, his lazy voice was like The faint meow of a cat not waking up: "Good morning, Pie Mist."

Pien Mist, whose brain was slowly waking up, felt that their relationship seemed to be advancing by leaps and bounds. She rubbed her eyes and said good morning lazily: "Good morning..." She paused, hesitated, "Heal... ?”

Since he called her name, she should call him too... right?

"Yeah." Osamu Dazai chuckled, his eyes bent into beautiful crescent moons, "Just call me like that."

Although we unexpectedly spent the night together, Osamu Dazai does not intend to continue to let Katagiri sleep with him from now on, no matter how you think about it, it is too dangerous—of course it is not that his life is in danger, he refers to Katagiri .

But he didn't have time to arrange it, and a piece of fog easily changed his mind again.

"I haven't slept so peacefully for a long time." The black-haired girl leaned back, as if her whole body was handed over to a strange young man she had only known for a day, and her voice was still like a calm lake It was so soft and plain, but this time it was more dazed and confused, "It's so strange, is it because of you?"

Osamu Dazai said, "It's because you are free."

"If this is the case, I will definitely dream of Lihua falling home. I am a person who is prone to nightmares." Pianwu lowered his head and said in a low voice, "I am so afraid that everything is a rare dream, and I am so afraid of opening the dream. The eyes are still in that room."

She tentatively put her trembling hand on his hand holding her waist, and the temperature she felt at the moment of touching made her relieved, and the corners of her mouth curled up in a small arc. , "Great, it was you who opened my eyes and saw."

Osamu Dazai, who was holding her, froze slightly, then fell silent.

After a few seconds, he said softly, "Me too."

——Great, it was you who opened my eyes and saw.

The author has something to say: pure trust is indeed the source of evil.

——Osamu Dazai, "No Longer Human"

I think that Pianwu, who has been locked up since she was five years old, is in some ways... innocent (?) or completely ignorant, the Lihualuo family teaches her cultural lessons at most (?), and will not teach her these Yes, so maybe some aspects are missing. . .

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