[Gintama] Immortal

--"……Are you awake?"

The darkness was empty, and the sound that suddenly appeared was like a clear spring falling into an empty valley, shaking away the muddy consciousness, splashing shimmering ripples.

The picture that is too far away is blurred by time, and in the haze, the snow-white sleeves like clouds come into view, and the beautiful golden embroidery is like flowers blooming in the winter snow.

The surrounding scenery has been mottled and yellowed, like the color of an old scroll, and the fragmented ink marks are stitched together.Only the hem of the cloud-white dress embellished with gold leaf, every detail is as bright as new, and it is light and soft to cover the vermilion hakama.

The jerky language disappeared in the long silence, "he" lowered his head for a while, and slowly raised his eyes.

No answer was received, the person on the opposite side tilted his head, the fringe of the front crown swayed with the movement, and the long red tassels slid from the shoulders to the side of the belt of the same color.

"Are you sleepy?" That translucent figure crouched in front of "him", the cherry blossoms kept falling in the silent sunlight, she bent her eyes, and showed a smile that was almost the same as that of a human.

"Good morning, little monster."

Those are the pictures and sounds buried in the deepest memory of this existence.

The time that was once as short as a dream, was buried layer by layer by the bloody torture, the hatred of the gangrene, the dirty and gloomy past, covered by the rotten soil, and eaten by the long time.

But even so, it cannot disappear.

The sun is like fog, slanting down the stream.In the quiet mountains and plains, no sound of other living beings can be heard. A girl who does not exist in this world bounces and leads the way. Like a wild deer, she jumps onto the boulders in the stream. When she turns around suddenly, the white quilt slightly raises a soft arc. Like a mountain flower in full bloom on the branch, it slowly falls back to the side.

"Little monster, over here."

Without the sanctity and sanctity of a clergyman in every move, and without self-awareness of her image, she smiled at "him", and she was only smiling at "him".

The corners of the snow-white clothes are like flowing clouds, which can be seen but cannot be grasped.The shimmering stream was replaced by the ancient and vast forest, the jagged screen was transformed and reorganized, and only the figure of a young girl appeared in the field of vision, with vermilion long tassels swaying gently beside her, and she chirped "he" topics of no interest.

She praised "he" as a rare good listener.

She took "him" to familiarize himself with the terrain around the shrine, and dug out all the treasures in the shrine and introduced them to him.

The pink and white cherry blossoms fell from the branches like blowing snow, and "he" sat under the branches, watching her standing in the open space in front of the shrine, slowly rolling up her long sleeves, and performing a prayer dance like a real priestess.

Time was silent, and the heart suddenly ached, burning like pain.

Being pierced by a sharp weapon and burned by a scalding flame, compared with these painful tortures, this pain is almost insignificant, but a hole was cut in the bottom of my heart, and I fell into the darkness, into the abyss of eternal doom .

"Little monster." She smiled and called "him".

A monster who has never desired anything, never possessed anything, and who knows nothing of love, stretches out his hand and holds nothing but the void.

The monster who is ignorant and unaware, only knows to follow the girl silently, listen to her voice silently, and follow her figure silently, exhausts all his strength and summons up all the courage, but can only stop at the farewell At the fork in the road, the voice began to probe with difficulty:

"...you..." Won't you go together?

The moonlight shone quietly in the dark forest like broken silver. The person opposite tilted his head and said with a smile:

——"I have an appointment with someone, and I have to stay here."

"He" was not chosen, nor will he be chosen.

For a hundred years after that, when he endured the torture of gouging out his eyes and was delirious from the pain, "he" would always remember this sentence.

Those distorted, nameless feelings, like densely entangled vines, like wild grass growing wildly, fermented and swelled day after day in the darkness where things could not be seen.

The youth who came back from the sea of ​​fire followed his vague memory like a wild beast over mountains and mountains, and finally returned to the deep mountains of Kumano, only to find blackened cherry trees.

The youth died in prison, in a long and hopeless darkness.From those ashes, "Hoid" was born.

The person who had disappeared for more than 200 years reappeared without permission, smiled and chatted around him as before, as if she couldn't see the blood on his hands, the emptiness in his eyes, and stubbornly brushed in front of him every day presence.

More than once, he had thought of killing her.

As long as he pinches that soft throat, the restless emotions in the depths of his heart, the things that are almost about to break out of the ground again, can disappear without any more struggle.

More than once, he almost reached out.

But she smiled and called him "Xu" with a smile, and ran to him with a smile, the killing intent that surged from the bottom of his heart suddenly faded away.

Even if he wished to tear her into pieces and swallow her with blood and blood, ten generations of Xu Xu had thought about killing her for hundreds of years, but in the end no one could actually do it.

I can't do it, and I don't want to.

...What a ridiculous and stupid feeling.

As something that has always existed in this body, Xu Zuo watched from the sidelines for 500 years, watching other "xu" struggle and fail, unable to end his cursed fate, and unable to remove the residual influence of his original self.

No matter what, the bottomless longing cannot disappear.

Even if he seized control of the body and wiped out the other "virtual", those boring things that have been buried in this body for nearly a thousand years and have seemed instinctive, still refuse his control, like a stubborn disease, no, like Like a rotten sore, it takes root deep in the heart.

So even if the knife was on her neck, he still couldn't kill her.

She was obviously a dispensable abandoned child, but he also forcibly tied her back and imprisoned her by his side.

So even if the destruction of the world is imminent, his long-cherished wish will be realized immediately, and the human beings who resisted him are kneeling on the ground, living and killing like ants and letting him dominate, he still stops his movements, looks up at the surrounding ruins, Waiting for her to appear, waiting for her to stand in front of Sakata Gintoki, waiting for her to draw a line with herself and stand on the human side again.

Xu knew that Yae would do this.

So he became extra patient.

He knew how to piss off these humans, to piss off Yae.

The runaway dragon veins of the flight terminal attracted the witches of the Yellow Dragon Gate. The human beings headed by Sakata Gintoki came to the rescue quickly. The Shinsengumi and the Seventh Division of Haruyu rushed to the battlefield with weapons made of Altana crystal stones. Plan to join forces to encircle him.

Xu almost laughed out loud.

How predictable human actions are.Just grab one and the others will come to your aid.

He resisted the itch that rushed to his throat, and waved his hand. Naluo, who was lying in ambush under the ruins, was like a poisonous snake with its fangs open, tearing apart the human and Yetu teams in the blink of an eye.

The weapons made of Altana crystal stones are more troublesome, but the people who use these weapons are very easy to deal with, and Xu immediately removed this disadvantageous factor.

The weakness of human beings to be easily manipulated by emotions is particularly obvious at this time. He killed several Shinsengumi team members and stabbed the leader's chest with a knife. Two people immediately rushed up like crazy. He didn't flinch when he almost chopped off his head, and was pushed away by Sakata Yinshi, only to narrowly save his life.

The people around were dead and wounded, Nailuo stepped over the corpses of the dead and closed the circle, the strong smell of blood was mixed in the gunpowder smoke, creating a scene of purgatory on earth.

……hold on.

Just wait.

Xu put the knife on the side of Yinshi's neck, and the others didn't dare to move, their expressions were extremely stiff.

He condescendingly looked down at the silver-haired man who couldn't even stand up, with the corners of his lips slightly curved, and said in a warm voice: "It's a pity, your resistance is destined to be nothing more than the struggle of ants."

Yinshi was panting, his trachea made a sound like a bellows, his body was covered in blood, his exhausted muscles trembled slightly like spasms, his fingers that were about to lose strength were still clinging to the handle of the knife desperately, as if it was his soul His spine represents his fighting spirit that will never give in.

Yin Shi gave a low laugh, and raised his eyelids, there was sarcasm and sadness in his eyes.

"The one who is still struggling is you, Xu."

The blood-stained handle of the knife became greasy, Yinshi clenched it tightly, and slowly straightened his back, standing up bit by bit.

"What are you waiting for?" He said hoarsely, "Are you reluctant to kill me? Or dare not do it?"

The bright red pupils suddenly turned cold, Xu's blade penetrated an inch, and the blood seeped into Yinshi's lapel red.But in the face of the imminent death, his eyes never wavered.

As if suddenly enlightened, everything became clear, and the doubts that could not be seen or guessed before were answered. Yin Shi looked at him fixedly, with a look of pain and pity on his face.

Silver said in a low voice:

"She's dead, isn't she?"

The immovable body, without the consciousness stored in it, is just a corpse judged to be brain-dead.

Couldn't get up and reach out for him, couldn't call him by the name he'd used for 500 years with a laughing voice.

When he came back, he saw just such an empty shell.

He didn't need other people to tell him directly, he knew she was gone.

"...What do you know?" Xu smiled slightly, his voice was so gentle that it was distorted, making people shudder, "She and I are similar existences, and they will not disappear easily."

Leave it, just grab it and come back.

She was always on the run, running away from him, trying to escape to the human camp.

As long as he killed everyone who was in the way one by one, she would always have to come back, because she couldn't bear it.

She hated Songyang, Songyang's disciples, too many people, and the agreement with humans.

Yinshi just looked at him: "Really? That's not what your expression says."

"...Let's face it," Yinshi said, "She's dead."

Xu's figure was still for a moment. At that moment, when Shinpachi tried his best to throw the Altana crystal stone knife to Yin, he caught it, and the other hand clenched Xu and threw it on the side of his neck. The blade, in the blink of an eye, chopped towards Xu's head.

……

The sharp whine of the heart is extremely irritating.

The creaking and groaning sound was like the howling of a beast weeping blood. He thought he had suppressed it long ago, but the influence from other personalities stirred up in his chest again, like hot lava, like insects and ants attached to bones, burrowing densely. Into the muscles and blood vessels, people can't wait to dig out the heart and crush it to pieces.

The cold blade hit the front door, and I stood there, the sound of rain pattering in my memory, from far to near.

——"... Are your injuries all right?" She stretched out her hand, as if she wanted to touch the wound on his face, her fingertips stayed in the air for a moment, and then retracted.

"Will it hurt?"

"...Are you feeling distressed?" He tilted his head, and put an emotionless smile on his face, "Feeling for this "me". "

The rain kept falling down the black feathers, and Yae looked at him fixedly.

After a while, she leaned slightly and kissed his jaw where the flesh and blood had healed as before:

——"Yes, I feel distressed."

He has long been accustomed to the pain of having his eyes gouged out. Compared with the severe pain, after his vision suddenly went dark, the first thing that came out was the scorching heat like fire.

Blood dripped from the eye sockets, and the lips curled up. Without the need for eyesight, he easily reached out and pinched Yinshi's wrist bone, breaking it and crushing it.

The breath of countless people behind him approached in an instant, holding the knife in one hand, and swiping around, the air was still for a moment, and then blood burst out, spilling a bright red dazzling arc on the ruins.

The corpse fell down, the sword fell to the ground, Xu smashed the knife in Yinshi's hand, threw him out, and turned to face the Shinsengumi and the Seventh Division.

Warm blood kept dripping down his cheeks, and he smiled softly: "Do you want to go together?"

What responded to him was a skyrocketing killing intent and rain of swords and swords.

He walked in the rain of blood, through the ruins of the end, as if he had returned to the beginning for a while, surrounded by pervasive malice, surrounded by human beings who feared him and hated him, sometimes they held knives, sometimes Holding a torch, he will do everything he can, vowing to eradicate him from this world.

What a boring cycle.Even after nearly a thousand years, this has not changed in the slightest.

He was already tired of it, of his own existence, of this world that only repeated pain.

Xu cut off someone's head with a knife.He let the enemy behind him pierce his heart and lungs, raised his hand and broke off the tip of the knife protruding from his chest, turned around and pierced into the warm throat, and then swiped down.

The disembowelling scene seemed to scare everyone around.Thinking that he would be slaughtered after he lost his eyesight, the people who besieged him stopped their movements and backed away tremblingly.

He had his eyes crippled by the enemy, and his heart was stabbed.Xu knew that he was probably covered in blood at this moment, so he stood there holding the knife, waiting there.

After waiting for a while, his eyeballs that were cut by the knife had already regenerated. He closed his eyes to deceive himself, the warm blood dried up on his face, and he didn't wait for the person who should appear.

Under the gaze of the people around him, he stood silently for a moment, then suddenly laughed lowly.

"How much more do humans have to take from me?"

He raised his face: "Aren't you taking enough things?"

Wasn't that torture and torture enough?Isn't it enough to kill him a thousand times?

Wasn't it enough to burn, impale, and bury him?

"little monster--"

The cherry blossoms fell silently, and the figure at the end of the distant memory looked back, smiling with crooked eyebrows in the hazy light.

"...Give it back to me." Xu said.

"Give her back to me."

The author has something to say:

It was "love at first sight" back then [bu

I just haven't understood my feelings yet

Looking back on this memory, I suddenly realized that it was "love at first sight"