After becoming a blood clan, he did everything possible to seek death

Even a vampire like Oz who has traveled to many places, after seeing the young vampire Houyi working in such a magnificent building, couldn't help but give Dazai admiring glances.

He thought that Dazai, who was underage, was a child squandering his parents' savings, but he didn't expect that the child had a job.

Ozzy couldn't help but think of himself who was unemployed.

I don't know if Ghost Killing Squad is still open for business recently.

The melancholy mood lasted until he was sent by the smiling Dazai into a guest room with only a small desk lamp.

Dazai stood at the door and waved to Ozzy who was standing under the light: "Please wait here for a while."

Without waiting for Oz to respond, he quickly closed the iron door.

There was even the sound of chains and locks being locked.

Ozzy stared at the door for 5 minutes, and finally resigned himself to his fate and sat on the only chair in this "small meeting room".

He wasn't so stupid that he couldn't see the difference between modern prisons and past prisons.

But at least it's better than the Ghost Slayer's cell.Oz comforted himself.

When he first entered the field of the Ghost Killing Squad, he was also a distinguished guest who was invited by everyone to live in the underground dungeon for two days.

At least there's room to sit.

Just like that, in this room with only one window the size of a brick, Ozzy lowered his head, watching the sky outside the window turn from azure blue to hazy yellow, watching the light beam that could be projected to his feet gradually shrink, Died, Dazai did not return.

This room seemed to be forgotten, and no other movement could be caught.

until--

A little blond girl with a bow tie on her head opened the small hole in the iron door, and opened her eyes wide to look inside.

Not long after, the door lock was unlocked, and the little girl jumped in and observed Ozzy from half a meter away.Behind her was a man with his hands behind his back and a scarf around his neck.

There was a bloody smell coming from his body, which belonged to his kind.

Ozzy lowered his eyes, and the moment he looked at the little girl, she shrank back behind the man in fright.

Seeing the little girl sticking her tongue out at him, Oz made a rough judgment in his mind.

Oz: "I didn't expect Dazai's guardian to be a magician."

And it seems that he is a magician who is proficient in taking care of cubs. If possible, Oz hopes that he can also take care of his offspring with such a lively personality.

But the man who heard the words was stunned for a moment, and shook his head with a smile: "I am not Dazai's guardian... nor a magician."

In Oz's understanding, magicians have always had the habit of hiding their identities, so he just pretends to be the person in front of him and is unwilling to reveal his identities.He snapped his fingers and handed the small red flower that suddenly appeared to the girl.

"It goes well with your dress, ma'am."

As soon as she said this, the inquiry of Oz in the girl's eyes disappeared, and she left a sentence, "So he is a wicked uncle like Rintaro" before trotting away.

"I'm sorry, Alice has always been like that." The man smiled dotingly, "I'm Mori Ogai."

Ozzy nodded to him: "Ozzy Francis."

"Dazai said you turned him into a vampire."

"I'm sorry for that, my loss of control caused this."

"...I didn't come to accuse you of anything."

Oz saw a pair of weather-beaten eyes.

It is vaguely similar to Dazai's.

"In order to confirm what you said 'Dazai will not die', I checked his body and cut his wrist five times at his own request."

Mori Ogai's voice cooled down.

A gust of wind came from nowhere, shaking the chandelier above Ozzy's head.

"...will be cured," Oz curled up his fingers, "no wonder you smell of him."

"Can I go see him, Mr. Sen." The two were silent for a moment, and Ozzy asked.

Mori Ogai's answer was to make a "please" gesture, and then turned sideways.

"Mr. Francis, after you meet Dazai, I hope we can have a chance to talk."

"of course."

"A piece of advice, then—he's serious about that."

"..."

Ozzy followed the smell and found Dazai on the roof of the building.

Dazai was standing on the guardrail, looking down with his head down.

The howling wind messed up his hair, and the hem of his clothes slapped his body indiscriminately, making him look precarious.

Oz saw that Dazai's eyes were full of nostalgia.

He felt a trace of hesitation in his chest, and this hesitation tied his feet, so that he could only quietly watch the growth of the back in place.

When Dazai felt the wind around him calm down, he realized Ozzy's arrival.

Osamu Dazai turned his head, the nostalgia in his eyes was gone.

He looked at Ozzy, his complicated emotions wrapped in darkness.

"You are always surrounded by a gust of wind." Dazai said.

Oz replied, "Yes, that's what magic does."

"Magic," Dazai sneered, and opened his arms, "Your magic will protect you, so can it catch up to me?"

catch up.Oz answered in his heart.

Almost after hearing Dazai's calm voice, he came to his senses.

All the troubles he caused should be solved by him.

so--

"I'm ready." Oz looked at Dazai.

At this moment, Dazai closed his eyes, and with his arms outstretched, he fell backwards with a smile.

With the whistling wind in his ears, Dazai's expression was so gentle that he seemed to be having a sweet dream.

What the weightlessness brought him was not fear, but a monster of excitement and calm intertwined.

Ozzy realizes that Dazai is enjoying this fall for the same reason he slit his wrist, which is what Dazai was after.

"He's serious."Oz remembered what Sen Owai said.

His long hair fluttered behind him, and he maintained a position almost parallel to Dazai, observing every subtle expression of Dazai.

But Ozzy knew that he had to interrupt Dazai's dream.

A pair of huge black wings spread out behind Oz, and he stretched out his hand to embrace Dazai, whose lips were white from blood loss, into his arms.

The huge wings fluttered and scattered a few feathers when shaking, and after they had to land safely, it surrounded them in the middle, like a giant black egg.

"Dazai, open your eyes."

"look at me."

Oz held Dazai's face in his hands.

Dazai stubbornly closed his eyes, as if as long as he did this, he would never have to wake up.

"Strigoi don't die from falling from a height."

Seeing Dazai's frown, Oz lowered his voice.

"It will hurt if you fall down, are you afraid of pain?"

Dazai still didn't answer.

"Dazai, let's find a way to turn you back into a human together. At that time, you can pursue what you want."

"... Will there be a way?"

In the darkness, Oz saw Dazai opened his eyes, full of pure hope wrapped in black mud.

Also because of the darkness, Dazai failed to notice the loss and loneliness in Oz's eyes.

"It will," Oz replied.

Dazai, he thought, was not the one he had been waiting for.

The wings spread out, and the light shone into Dazai's eyes again.

He looked at Ozzy, and just when he was about to say something, a muffled groan came from his throat.

"Hmm." Osamu Dazai covered his mouth.

Oz pulled his hand away and leaned down: "What's wrong?"

Dazai's eyelids were drooped, and he slowly stuck out his tongue, a small wound leaked blood at the tip of his tongue.

His vague voice was a little cute: "I bit my tongue."

Only then did Oz understand what happened: "Ah, the fangs have grown."

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Miserable Oz

But in fact, if you look at it this way, Zai is quite miserable, woo woo woo

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