Anomalous ability is Doctor Mori

The author has something to say: *Part of Rimbaud’s explanation is quoted from the original text of "15 Years Old"

*The part between //// is quoted from the original text

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//Once upon a time.

Somewhere, there are two spies.

The two are colleagues, partners, and relatives and friends—they are more trustworthy than anyone else, and they are like brothers and sisters.

At least, one of them thinks so.

No matter what kind of death situation the two are in, they will never be afraid.It's not because of patriotism.Nor is it due to reputation status.It's about knowing that there is nothing to be afraid of as long as you are with each other.Because I firmly believe that in order to protect my partner, fear and hesitation are unnecessary.

At least, one of them thinks so.

One day, the two received a mission.Infiltrate enemy countries and seize powerful weapons.

This task is extremely dangerous.There was no support, no rear support, and no internal helpers.Even so, the two accepted the assignment.Then they found "the one" inside the infiltrated enemy facility.The one that was too strange no matter what.

This kind of thing cannot be placed in an enemy country.It must be brought back to the motherland and handed over to the researchers.If this kind of thing is left, it will develop into a fire that will spark a bigger struggle.It must be brought back anyway.

——At least, one of them thinks so. //

"Paul Verlaine is my best friend and partner. But in that desperate situation, he betrayed me and my country."

In the living room where only one wall lamp was left, the black-haired youth said in a low voice.Naka had already been brought back to the room by Mori Ogai, and there were only him and Alice in the living room with the door closed at the moment.In the quiet darkness, the heavy winter clothes and overcoats were neatly folded and put aside.Rimbaud was only wearing a shirt and trousers, and his body was thin and thin. He was lying sideways on the sofa, with his head resting on Alice's lap.

"He wanted to take [Rage God] first, and he planned to kill me for this. From behind...we fought to the death, and then I killed him with my own hands. But the battle alarmed the army."

The little girl's soft fingers fell on his head, combing his long hair gently.

How strange.It was just a kid not half his age, he thought.But it was this child who spread the truth in front of him, unlocked his sealed memory, stared at him like a lioness guarding a cub, and firmly held him in his arms.

He stopped talking and reached out to hold the other hand of the little girl.

"It's so warm..."

Now, she made him lie down again, brushing his hair like a mother licking a bloody wound on her cub.

He had found strong security and comfort in such a young girl.Probably the most embarrassing side has been exposed in front of her, and he only feels calm when he exposes his weakness at this moment.

"Unbelievable." The young man said so, and the golden-green eyes glowed with crystal water.

"You trust him a lot."

"I only trust him."

"...This is the root cause of your amnesia."

"Ah..." Rimbaud smiled softly, "That's right."

The mere existence of [Aragami], which is like a natural disaster, seems to make people face death.It was indeed a shocking scene that even an excellent spy with powerful superpowers would not be able to arouse the heart of resistance.But what really makes a person who can protect himself quickly and correctly when facing death and instinctively lock up his memory is the betrayal from the only trusted friend.

Maybe...not just close friends...

As Rimbaud was thinking, he heard a sound falling from above.

"What a scumbag."

He turned his head in surprise, and saw Alice frowning, with an unhappy expression on her face.

"Call and scold whatever you want." Noticing Rimbaud's gaze, Alice raised her eyebrows, "You are miserable too, but don't pay too much attention to it—who hasn't met a few scumbags when they were young. At least he lost far more than you."

"Eh?"

"You just lost a trust. But he lost a close friend who could die for him."

Alice imitated the tone of the eight o'clock soap opera female supporting role and said, and then shrugged lazily.

Rimbaud was stunned for a moment, then smiled softly.

Laughing is uglier than crying.Alice clicked her tongue inwardly.He just rubbed his head heavily, and then combed out the messy places he had rubbed one by one.She didn't speak again until Rimbaud's laughter stopped and she finally let go of her tight grip.

"So, what are you going to do next? Going back to France?"

"...To be honest, I don't know."

The mission failed, the partner betrayed, and everyone died except himself.Even the research facility itself has been completely wiped off the map.In this case, do you want to go back?

"Is no one waiting for you to go back?"

"Nothing."

Rimbaud shook his head.He was chosen as a spy and brought up by the state.That is to say, he has no parents or family, and he has no attachment to the harsh training base.Every time I accept a mission, I am prepared to die in a foreign country.The only true friend is Paul who betrayed him and died at his hands—maybe he can make himself a daily life in such a dangerous life as a knife edge. Together.

But that reason is gone now.As a result, there was a huge hole in his heart, and he couldn't even generate any hostility when facing his former target Nakahara Chuya.

The cause you once fought for suddenly becomes meaningless.So, even if you go back, what are you going to do?Continue to take on the next task, and then repeat the previous days, and finally die in an unknown corner in a certain task on a certain day?

There was confusion in his golden-green eyes.This expression made the slender adult male look a bit childish at this moment.

The powerful spies with supernatural powers, who have withdrawn their force and defense at this moment, are just young people in their early 20s.

He's still a poor young man at eight o'clock—tsk, he looks like a poor lost long-haired Maine Coon cat.Although it is only a little bit bigger.But Maine Coon cats are relatively large.

I just went to Oda. Although Rimbaud is not a child, he is not satisfactory-mainly because he is good-looking-and the money is spent anyway, why not continue to raise it?

Alice, who inherited her father's rusticity and at the same time completely inherited his dog-faced nature, thought so, and then opened her mouth logically.

"Then stay here first."

"Huh?" Rimbaud blinked, "but I'm the enemy?"

It's still fighting.

"I don't have any sense of belonging to this country." Alice curled her lips. She is a big person, and the war here has nothing to do with her. "And don't you think it's too late to say this now? You have to worry about this If it’s something else, why am I still doing it?”

"...That's what I want to ask too." Rimbaud held the girl's hand affectionately, "Why do you help me like this?"

"It's just going with the flow." Alice curled his hair casually, and said in a very reasonable tone, "You were seriously injured. I found out and sent you to the hospital. Then you lost your memory, anyway, I You're not too poor to afford food, so you just keep it. As for later, although I have already checked the facts before you were discharged from the hospital, there are still some details that need to be further confirmed. "

"So you contacted me on the pretext of renting a house?" Rimbaud blinked, "It's also a temptation."

"A temptation is indeed a temptation." Alice nodded with a candid expression.

Although Mori Ogai seems to have some strange filters for her, Alice considers herself to be an ordinary citizen.Even compared with those of her colleagues and classmates, her three views are not a little bit crooked-she still has self-knowledge about herself.

Ever since she decided to put Rimbaud in the hospital, she has never stopped evaluating and observing him.It is also on the premise that she can communicate with him through preliminary observations, and she will personally go into battle to contact him.

"But since you have found my information, aren't you worried?" Rimbaud raised his eyebrows a little.

"What's there to worry about?" Alice sneered.

What she found out was that Rimbaud was an intelligence agent, not that he was a high-gong anti-social psycho killer.

Besides, if you really want to do it, it's a matter of who will die in the end-Alice is not only Mori Ogai.

What's more, the miserable look of the confused young man really hit Alice's sweet spot.Rimbaud probably didn't realize that standing there tremblingly, he looked like a child abandoned on the snowy field alone.

Fortunately, Rimbaud didn't delve into it, he just frowned slightly, "But even so, it's too dangerous—since you knew from the very beginning that I and Chuya-kun were hostile to each other in a certain sense, You should have nipped the danger in the bud from the very beginning. While I was in the hospital, you obviously had many ways to deal with me."

At that time, he was not defensive against Mori Ogai, and he had no memory of being an intelligence agent, especially during the weakest period, poisoning or assassinating him, it was very easy to kill him.

This seemed to be a statement from Alice's standpoint, and the little girl couldn't help but laugh.She squinted her eyes, tapped Rimbaud's forehead heavily with a flick of her fingers, and then smiled lightly.

"So, what are you guys thinking? Why do you fight when you can clearly communicate? I am a law-abiding citizen."

She narrowed her eyes and watched Rimbaud curl his mouth.

"Ordinary people, but they don't preemptively kill people just because 'you might hurt me'."

The young man whose forehead was knocked was startled.Then suddenly laughed. "Alice thinks so."

"Yes." Alice smiled calmly, with a little usual laziness on her brows.

Rimbaud laughed.

——A girl who would look at him with such eyes and give him a hand like that is not ordinary no matter how you look at it.

——But since she wants to think that way, that's fine.

Alice didn't know what Rimbaud was thinking, she just stretched out her hand and nodded her chin, and said, "If you don't want to go back, stay with me first. Anyway, listening to the name of a spy is not an interesting job. You can take the opportunity to change it." It’s okay, I have a lot of time to find other things I want to do slowly.”

"Anyway, you're still young." It's only about the same age as she was before time travel.

"And the entire research facility was blown up. If you and Zhong didn't say anything, others would only think that you all died in the explosion. From this point of view, it's quite safe to stay here."

Being called young by an 8-year-old girl, a 24-year-old man still couldn't help but find it absurd and funny even though he already felt that Alice had some problems with her positioning.

"I'm much older than Alice."

"I don't mind if you treat me as my peers." Alice shrugged, it would be better to say that they were peers.

Rimbaud really laughed, "That's true." He nodded and said with a smile, "It's so strange, I feel like a child in front of Alice."

Involuntarily taken under the wing of the girl and protected by her strength, Rimbaud even had the illusion that in the eyes of the girl, human beings in this world are probably not divided according to age.A confused guy like him is probably no different from a real child.She wasn't exactly of a particularly helpful nature.But if the cub happened to land in front of her eyes, it would arouse her strong desire to protect—and for a person like him who was in a daze, this almost maternal desire for protection had a fatal attraction.

Because the dependence on the concept of "mother" is something engraved in human instinct.This is the judgment of a former intelligence agent who has personally experienced many powerful people and dangerous situations.

Even Alice herself may not realize it.Rimbaud thought, this girl with blue eyes and sunny blond hair is a natural "protector".

Because he really wanted to rely on her right now, and wanted to be protected by the girl—just staying by her side like this made his whole heart feel safe and fulfilled.

Even if it seems weird, so what does it matter.After thinking about it, Rimbaud decided to obey his own will, so he held the little girl's hand with both hands, rubbed it in her arms subconsciously, and closed his eyes.

Then he was knocked on the forehead again.

"Go back to sleep in your own room." Alice glanced at him lightly.

"But I'm so tired now." The tall young man showed a soft and innocent expression very naturally.

"Don't be coquettish." Alice never admitted that she almost softened her heart—it's okay to let Rimbaud sleep on her small body for a while, if she really puts him to sleep in this position, she doesn't know how sore her muscles will be tomorrow Woolen cloth. "Go back to sleep if you're tired. Tomorrow, I'm going to add something to your room. I have to think about finding something for you to do. Don't forget, you still owe me a lot of money."

As she spoke, she pushed Rimbaud.The latter was a bit regretful, but in the end he obediently sat up and stood up.

Alice also jumped off the sofa. She pointed to the overcoat and winter clothes beside her, "Put on the clothes first. It's still a bit cold outside, so be careful not to catch a cold." She frowned as she said, "Hurry up. Point. By the way, I'll go find you something to eat and take it home, you basically didn't have dinner just now."

Rimbaud's smile grew stronger.There was a soft light in the bottom of his eyes.He was very French, and saluted with one hand on his chest: "Of order, my little lady."

Even Alice, who has no girlish heart, has to admit that Rimbaud at this moment is really pleasing to the eye.It is really because of his good looks and racial advantages that he can make such exaggerated movements look good without being artificial.