my brother is scumbag

After becoming the leader of the port mafia, if you want to ask me how it feels...

That's files, files, and files.

I feel like I'm almost buried in documents.

In addition to this, there is a huge reduction in sleep time.

After all, it is necessary to integrate the industries of mafia, integrate the power and property of those organizations that have been swallowed up into mafia, and deal with official forces, all of which require energy to do.

Compared with that, solving those guys who have dissent within mafia is not worth mentioning.

After all, these people were greatly outnumbered by Dazai in terms of intelligence, and even more inferior to Chuya in terms of force. Coupled with conclusive evidence, just as I expected before, after the leader was eliminated, the people inside Mafia The other voices were quickly silenced.

As for whether it's superficially quiet, whatever it is, I'm on the ground now anyway, and I won't have the time to ask them to stand up again.

Although Dazai and Chuya helped, and the only remaining cadre, Ozaki, stood by my side, I still didn't feel a reduction in workload.

Rather, when I think I can take a breath, my subordinates will put a new pile of affairs that only I can handle in front of me.

I can't help but worry about my future height.

And of course, the hairline.

I deeply doubt that if it continues, I may have a crisis of receding hairline at a young age.

Just like my brother.

In this working mode where 007 may die suddenly at any time, I gradually become more comfortable with the work of the leader, and the speed has become much faster, so I can gradually spare time to let myself take a breather.But compared to my brother's single hobby of just taking me and Alice out to buy clothes, my way of relaxing is a little more.

Sometimes, I will go to Tokyo to see Fukuro-kun who has become a magician, or Shinichi and the others.

However, because my identity is sensitive, my frequency is not too high.

After securing my position as the leader of mafia, and Yokohama recovering from the leading struggle, I moved my parents' graves to Yokohama.

On the day when the grave was moved, I stood in front of the grave and looked at the photos of my parents.

In the photo, they smiled softly at me.

But that's all. When my fingertips touched the photo, I came back to my senses and lowered my head to twitch the corners of my mouth.

Footsteps sounded behind me, and out of the corner of my eye I saw him stop in front of me, then bent down, and placed the sacrificial flowers in his hand in front of the tombstone.

The two of us stood silently, with the same hair color, the same eye color, and similar faces.

But there are also differences from the last grave visit.

I became the leader of mafia.

"I thought you would continue to watch over me."

My brother was the first to break the silence.

He put on the white coat again, but it was very clean and tidy, and there was no beard or scum on his face, obviously he had taken good care of it.As for why I knew, it was naturally because he was still looking slovenly a few days ago, not because he was depressed, but because he was just lazy.

But his behavior successfully avoided the fate of being beaten by me.

Really, if he dares to visit the grave like that, I will never be soft-hearted.

"How is it possible?" I looked at him intentionally in surprise, "As my elder brother, are you ashamed to be raised by me? Parents in heaven will definitely be angry if they find out that you eat your sister's soft food."

The corner of my brother's mouth twitched, he was quite speechless, and after a long while, he smiled helplessly.

"you're right."

In fact, both my brother and I know very well that I did not continue the house arrest, but lifted the restrictions on my brother some time ago, because I have already held mafia in my hands.Even if he appears in front of everyone, at most it will cause disturbances in Mafia, but it will not shake my position.

In fact, I know that there has always been a saying in the outside world that they think that I killed my brother to take the position.

But I don't care about that.

I will explain to Chuya and Dazai because I know that Chuya doesn't want me to lose myself for the sake of power, and that guy Dazai is simply because he is a coward. It is possible to slip away.

For Oda, even if I just said a very simple 'I didn't kill him', he would believe it immediately and would not be swayed by outside rumors.

Among my friends in Tokyo, Shinichi and the others don’t know my identity in Yokohama, and Fukuro-kun followed his guardian when he came to Yokohama to pay for someone. I knew from his attitude, He also believed in me.

So, I have never regretted being in the position for someone I care about.

Because they are really worth it.

Even if I may become a dwarf in the future, and my hairline may be a little bald, it is tolerable.

As for my brother, he saw through from the very beginning that I had no intention of killing him.

The two of us slowly walked down from the top of the hill overlooking the whole of Yokohama. Behind us was the siren of sailing, and we could faintly hear the sound of distant bells.

"What are you going to do next?" I asked.

My brother thought for a while, then smiled and said, "Well, probably... to be the director of an orphanage?"

I was silent for a while, and couldn't help complaining: "Are you sure it's not a flower that destroys the country?"

"... Yui-chan," my brother looked aggrieved, "Is my brother so unbearable in your heart...Forget it, you don't need to say anything." After seeing my expression, He covered his face weakly and let out a long sigh.

Then he explained to me that when it rained a few days ago, he borrowed a day from an orphanage in order to avoid the rain.

"I don't agree with the educational philosophy of the director of the orphanage."

When I said this, my brother's expression was very serious, and his brows were furrowed, "If this continues, a child's heart will probably be completely destroyed, leaving a shadow."

I took a closer look at my brother and found that he was genuinely worried, both surprised and not so surprised.

Maybe it's because there is no leader position...

So my brother seems to be more relaxed, no longer like before, even if he cares, there are always some seemingly inconsequential violations.

I didn't worry much about whether my brother could become the director of that orphanage.

How can I say that my brother also stabbed the ancestors at the beginning, he can succeed in that kind of hard mode, it is impossible that he can't deal with an orphanage.

"Actually, there is another reason." My brother said suddenly.

He stopped, turned his head, looked towards the top of the hill, and stared at the tombstone with only vague outlines.

"That child reminds me of you, Yui-chan."

"I?"

"Yeah..." My brother withdrew his gaze and turned to look at me. His expression looked complicated, with memories, sadness, and——

Guilt.

I blinked, wondering if I had read it wrong.

But my brother has put away the emotions that were revealed, he thought for a while, and added, "However, it's not exactly the same." After a pause, he seemed to raise his hand to touch my head, but in the end he fell On my shoulder, he hooked his lips and smiled.

"No one is cuter than Yui-chan~"

...Hiss, with such a familiar tone, I think the police would have suspected that he was blaming Shushu before.

In the end, I didn't ask my brother why he felt guilty.

Although I probably have some guesses in my heart, the matter has passed, so there is no need to worry about it.

No matter how long this downhill road is, it will come to an end.

My brother and I will also be separated.

"Yuki-chan."

Before leaving, he looked at me seriously, "Being the leader of mafia is not an easy task, especially if your ideas are different from mine, it means you will have more weaknesses than me."

"I know," I looked up to meet him directly, "for my ideals, I will not back down."

My brother laughed, "I probably have the deepest understanding of Yui-chan's firmness on this point." He probably thought of the fact that I pulled him down, and shook his head with a smile, "However, I want That's not the point."

"I would like to say that although Yui-chan will have more weaknesses because of this, the weaknesses will also become advantages in many cases."

He bent down, looked at me with a gentle smile in his eyes, and raised his finger to point to my left chest.

"Those people you trust, in order to maintain this friendship, will stay by your side from the bottom of their hearts and fight for you to the last moment."

"So, go on with determination."

More than a month after that day, I received an envelope from an orphanage. When I opened it, a photo slipped out of it.

In the photo, my brother is standing at the entrance of the orphanage with a group of little radish heads, smiling gently, and standing beside him is a little boy with white hair, whose expression looks a bit constricted, But he also smiled shyly at the camera.

Turning over the photo, you can see the name of the corresponding child written on the back, and the name of the white-haired child is Atsushi Nakajima.

Atsushi Nakajima...

Is he the boy who looks a bit like me?

There is no similarity in appearance at all, so...it is personality.

When Dazai saw this photo, he yelled, "What, Mr. Mori looks more chic than before," he puffed his cheeks, "It's really annoying, I'm already busy. I have circles under my eyes, but I don’t even have a holiday.”

"...Dark circles?"

I looked at the white and smooth skin under Dazai's eyelids, wishing I had a mirror in my hand.Then press him up to let him take a good look at who is lacking in sleep and has dark circles under his eyes so heavy that he can cosplay a panda.

It's me, damn it! !

However, what Dazai lacks most is self-knowledge. He held his cheeks, gradually approached me, and blinked, "Yuki-chan~ The recent workload has seriously affected the quality of my sleep. Seeing me so haggard face, won't you feel bad..."

When the tip of his nose was about to touch me, I pressed his face with one hand, and pushed him away without hesitation, it was exactly Chuya.

"Who the hell has been running out of work to commit suicide to cause trouble for everyone, and throw all the documents to me, you bastard, you have the face to say such things—"

"Also, show me some sense of proportion!! Be respectful to the leader, bastard Dazai!!"

"No matter how jealous Chuya is, it's useless. After all, first come, first served. The relationship between me and Yui-chan is not something you can destroy."

"Dazai——!"

Ah, here we go again.

I rubbed two paper balls into my ears familiarly, lowered my head calmly and corrected the documents, pretending not to feel the bullets flying past my head, or the furniture lifted by gravity.

The photo lay quietly in my hand.