[Gintama] Immortal

The light flows in, gentle and quiet, and fine dust is suspended in the air, hazy, like a soft veil.

No sound from the outside world can be heard, and there is no utensil to judge the time. The only basis is the temperature of the tatami mats warmed by the sun.

...It should be in the afternoon, right?

Yae thought slowly.

The body is lazy, limp as if it has no bones.She stayed where she was and didn't move.

Looking at the world from the perspective of lying on the side, the dark wood color ceiling is high.The traditional Japanese room has the fragrance of pine and cypress and the smell of straw.

There is a gap in the paper door leading to the verandah, and the quiet wind blows in the falling cherry blossoms. The light-colored petals float to the tatami mats in the light band, blown by the surging breeze, rubbing against the tatami mats and floating forward. After a few flutters, it leisurely landed not far from her.

Ah, it's spring now.

It is the season when the cherry blossoms are in full bloom in the mountains.

The light penetrating into the Japanese room was still in place, and the cherry blossom lay there supplely, with the red stamens facing her.

Out of sheer curiosity, Yae reached out furtively.

Just as the outstretched fingertips were about to touch the petals, the person in the shadow behind him woke up.

Yae blinked, and the hand on her waist circled her back without much effort, and pulled her into his arms again.

Falling short at the last moment, Yae withdrew his hand regretfully and sighed slightly.

"...Good morning. No, good afternoon."

Xu didn't look like someone who just woke up from sleep at all.

The scarlet pupils were sober and indifferent as before, as if they just closed their eyes and took a nap for a while, which could show that the other party had fallen asleep, probably only the brushed forehead hair, and a lower voice than usual.

"What are you looking at?"

His tone was light.

Occasionally, like now, Yae is clearly aware of the fact that Xu is much taller than her.

When hugging her from the side, the shoulders of the two of them are against the shoulders, and her back is against his chest. He just needs to bend down a little and he can hug her whole body, just like the Yatengu in the ghost story, holding the prey Hide in the shadow of your own wings.

"Nothing." Yae recovered.

Casually looking at the opposite wall, she suddenly thought of something, said ah, and said with a smile: "Is this the first time you get up in the afternoon?"

As an Altana variant, Xu, unlike ordinary humans, has no absolute need for sleep.

The activity of cells, the regenerative ability of blood tissue, and various factors together, even if he can't sleep for three days, he can still act as usual, kill what needs to be killed, and cut what needs to be cut. His strong professional ability was widely recognized by employers during the Warring States Period. look sideways.

Tianzhaoyuan Naraku has integrated the spirit of Zen asceticism. The leader gets up early every morning, and the subordinates naturally dare not sleep until they wake up naturally. Over time, everyone in Yaekan feels that he does not have enough sleep. They all exude the breath of wanting to lose their hair at a young age.

...Could it be that he has been secretly hoping that the leader will sleep through for the first time?

This is a really serious question.

"boring."

Xu's voice didn't fluctuate: "Still focusing on stupid questions as before."

Yae raised his head indifferently: "Are you absent from work?"

She pursed her lips and teased him with a smile: "Or is it passive sabotage?"

He narrowed his red eyes, unable to distinguish his expression, looked at her for a while, then suddenly raised his hand, carelessly brushing her muscular back collar to the side.

"No, active sabotage."

Xu grabbed Yae's hand that was about to pull back the collar.

"Immortal blood, sometimes it's a bit troublesome."

He lowered his eyes, looking thoughtful.

The traces on the side of Yae's neck are already very light, and the place where the blood is congested after sucking the kiss has a lighter crimson color, like cherry blossoms on white silk.

If it was an ordinary person's body, the traces should be more obvious.

As if hearing a strange subtext, Yae shivered, slapped Xu's hands away with a dry smile, and closed his collar.

"...No, no, no, it's not troublesome at all. I think it's fine now."

Suddenly vigilant.

He looked at her with a smile that was not a smile, his eyes were a little cold.

Yazhong was silent for a moment, and clenched his clothes even more firmly: "I won't come, absolutely not."

It's not enough to have undead blood.She wants to stand firm.

"Are you dissatisfied with something?" Xu Xu bent his brows and eyes, his demeanor was already gloomy, and even his smile showed a chill.

Yachong didn't blink, just shook his head: "No, really not."

... Is it possible that she wants to praise him?

Is it possible to praise him?

Even if a person's skin becomes thicker after living for a long time, there is a limit to that thickness, and it depends on the occasion.

"Even if you mind, it's useless."

With his arms around her waist, his weak breath fell on the small piece of skin on the back of her neck, which was warm, numb and itchy.

Yae shuddered.

"You can't go anywhere."

The cloth was rubbing against each other, and the arms around her waist slowly tightened, and he bowed his head and kissed the back of her neck, with dark blood in his eyes.

"You're already mine, Yae."

"mine.

When he said these words, he obviously still had that indifferent tone, and the gesture of choking her to kiss seemed to want to tear open her flesh and blood, and eat her with the bone marrow attached.

The abyss of nothingness can devour people.

The emptiness that can never be satisfied will one day turn into a beast, devouring everything it can grab.

Six Daime, that stupid and pathetic "he", wanted to protect her until the end of his life.

—from his own hand.

He closed his eyes, bowed his head in silence, immersed himself in the religion that he had no interest in every day, and when he was finally able to hold her in his arms, the back of the neck and the lumbar spine were all broken, and his fingertips were numb with joy.

He's been looking at all of himself, seeing what "they" are witnessing, feeling what "they" are feeling.

So he knows.

The moment of dying is blissful—the "xu" who first discovered his own desire and tried to put the beast in a cage.

Grabbing his hand, Yae gasped, her voice trembling.

"...Xu." She was trying to call him.

Maintaining a cool expression, Xu Xu's movements are calm and unhurried, calm and self-sustaining, just from the surface, there is no trace of desire.

"What's wrong?" He said calmly, his voice extremely calm.

The corners of his eyes filled with moisture, and Yae pulled back the thoughts that he almost fell into again.

"you sure?"

In the afternoon of broad daylight, the sun was shining brightly outside.

The wild cherry blossoms are fluttering, gorgeous like continuous clouds, blown down by the wind to the promenade outside.

Yae let out a suppressed cry, as if she was about to cry, and buried her face in the messy bedding.

Holding her sagging waist, Xu Xu leaned over and kissed her delicate and white shoulders, and asked her casually:

"Do you hate it?"

Want to kill but can't do it, just tie around but can't get satisfaction.

If you let him go, the influence of the remaining "he" will be difficult to control.

But now holding her, those noisy things are quiet.It seems to be a good thing to maintain this mode.

Panting, Yae turned her head, the corners of her wet eyes were slightly red.

She looked at him quietly, in the hazy light and shadow, her expression had an unbelievable tenderness that seemed unbreakable.

"……it's OK."

It's not impossible.

……

The kite-purple twilight is like a rising tide of sea water, quietly spreading to the sky from afar.

The brilliance faded away, and the world was immersed in the boundary between day and night, shrouded in the ambiguity of half-light and half-darkness.

Having lost the concept of time, or the concept of time has become insignificant, Yae grabbed Xu's shoulders, buried her face in the socket of his shoulder, panting up and down with his movements.

In a trance, she did not know how many times the extreme joy came surging, she sobbed softly, and tightly grasped the black kimono that had been crumpled by her.

The feeling of being filled by another person's existence is so unbelievable, something seems to overflow from the bottom of my heart, Yae groaned in a low voice, and the corners of her eyes were moist.

Twilight dyed the washi paper on the door into a thin kite purple, there was no evening wind, and the air was extremely quiet, almost still.

When the repeated begging finally stopped, she had no strength left, she leaned on Xu's shoulder and half-closed her eyelids, she could fall asleep at any time.

"... Yae." A cold and deep voice fell into her ears, and the voice called her several times before Yae answered vaguely.

The heels of her legs were sore and limp, Xu just probed a little, and knew that she had reached the limit of what she could bear.

It seems that if you continue to do it, it will be broken.

Xu seemed to say something in a low voice, but Yae didn't hear it clearly.

She raised her head slightly, kissed him hard, as a response, and then lay back limply.

The body was sticky, and the wet undergarment was completely unwearable, so Yae allowed her to carry her to the bathroom to wash and change into dry clothes.

She was already too tired to do anything else, but when she returned to the Japanese room, she smelled a familiar aroma.

Opening her eyes, she saw mackerel, miso soup, white rice with pickles on the table.

The standard meal of Tenshoin Naraku.

……

Finally remembering that this is Naraku's base camp at Amaterasu-in, Yae, who knows how good Naraku is at hiding his breath, suddenly wakes up, and immediately falls into deep thought.

"……when?"

She asked with a wooden face.

Xu Xu casually tore off the ink-colored feather, and casually draped it over her shoulders: "Just now."

As if knowing what she was thinking, he raised his eyes: "They don't have the guts."

Yae: "...Stop talking."

Twilight passed to the stars, and night fell silently.

His body was still sore and weak, but after eating, he somehow recovered some strength. Yae opened the paper door and sat sideways to watch the cherry blossoms in the yard.

She was sleepy but reluctant to sleep, she didn't know where her mood came from, she just felt that this quiet time made people feel extra peaceful.

Probably because she had finally made up her mind.

"...Master Xu."

Naraku's voice came from the darkness.

As if he had expected it long ago, Xu stood up, put on the mask of the octopus, and cast a glance into the darkness:

"Prepare the ship."

The shadow in the darkness lowered its head deeply, and disappeared in the blink of an eye.

Leaning against the door, Yae raised his head: "Heavenly Daoists? It seems that being one of them is quite busy."

"It's just a sideshow before the end." Xu picked up the black samurai sword on the knife holder, and after putting on the hideous mask, his aura became deeper and colder, more and more like it existed in ancient times The dog of human imagination.

"...Ah, wait a minute."

Seeing that he was about to leave, Yae stood up holding the door frame.

Stretching out her hand, she grabbed Xu's sleeve.

Overhead.

"...I've thought about it for a long time," Yae said softly, and she gently lowered her eyes, "Although we may not know what to do, we can try to learn."

Without looking at Xu Xu's expression, she continued patiently:

"We can learn how to be together."

Start from scratch and learn slowly.

The author has something to say:

think before and after

In the end it was decided:

I take back my foreword, close the car door, I'm holding the steering wheel.