[Touken Ranbu] Wisteria

#25

After dinner, I calmly followed Tokiri into his room.Katsumaru had been sent out on an expedition early in the morning, and there were only Hikari and I in the small room.I couldn't help but wonder if he opened the knee pill on purpose so that he could have a "long talk" with me.

Hmm... In fact, there is no need to doubt it, it is basically like this.

"So what's the matter with you, Higakiri?"

Facing the rare Hikiri who was only wearing a loose yukata, I instinctively became alert.Beside him was a jug of sake.Filling the glass with wine, Mustache took a sip and laughed softly.

It's obviously not a crazy and wanton laughter, it's so sullen to the point where I sink into it, but it somehow makes me fearful and uneasy.

It's like... he's going to eat me.

Unconsciously, I quietly took two steps back.This move attracted Hikiri's attention.He looked at me with a sneer in his eyes, as if mocking my timidity.I pursed my lips and stared at him, wondering what he was trying to do.

"Oh my, am I that scary?" Mustache cut his lips into a curved smile, revealing a bloodthirsty smile that seemed very dangerous to me, "I'm not a ghost."

"...That's right." After a moment of silence, I sighed and walked to sit down in front of him, "So what's the matter? Is it a matter of purification?"

"Hmm... I don't remember much either."

Silence spread again, and there was no other lighting in the dim room except for a small cluster of moonlight slipping in through the window.I looked at the mustache in the cool moonlight with complicated emotions, and now he exudes a desolate temperament that I haven't seen for a long time, which makes me feel that he is far away.

Like... when we first met.

He was smiling, but the smile was not as deep as his eyes.He shouldn't be smiling either, the cold news separated us like a gap between the two.

It was also at that time that I suddenly realized that I probably like mustache.

——Otherwise, I wouldn’t want to shorten the distance between us.

"Your expression...is the same as before."

"Did you think of something?"

Instead of sitting kneeling, I hugged my knees. I rested my chin on my knees and stared blankly at the mustache-cut face.

——So what if you like it.

"Li." Mustache stared at the ripples on the wine glass, his expression softened, "I'm not a ghost, you don't have to be afraid."

You.

"噗嗤" let out a laugh, I shrugged my shoulders, and said lightly, "I'm not afraid, how can I be afraid even the god of disasters can't control you?"

"lie."

"Hey, why don't you try Genji's sword?"

"Don't be kidding, okay, I don't know how to use a knife—"

"fraud."

"You know I don't mean that."

"Oh, does it have other meanings? It's the first time I've heard of it."

"Bad boy."

Ignoring Futsu Hikami's babble of familiar words one after another in my ear, I smiled and bickered with Hikiri.

But it turns out that the so-called "gods" are all the same, whether it is Fusangshen who has no godhead, or the high-ranking Fusang God.

Is it that fun to play with people's hearts?

Swirling the wine glass, Mustache cut his eyes down and wondered what he was thinking.He drank the wine in the glass in one gulp, refilled it, and drank it in one gulp, just like a roadside alcoholic who has no intention of stopping at all.I just watched him drink one bottle after another, collapsed empty bottles everywhere.

But he still looked sober and cold, without a trace of drunkenness.For a long time, he stared at me after drinking the last drop.

"You know it clearly, why is it always like this."

Looking away, I looked sideways at the crescent moon hanging in the air outside the window. My lips trembled: "The god itself is an irrational existence."

"No matter how hard human beings try, they are still just toys of the gods in the end. If you are interested, play with them. If you are bored, just find a crime and throw it away."

"My cowardice is the best... isn't it?"

"boom--"

The wine bottle and quilt were smashed to the ground, and the fragments flew around and cut his body.Before I could take my attention away from the bloody red and white, I felt a stabbing pain in my shoulder.

--It's him.

The mustache-cut canines pierced my shoulder, and the pain poured in from the wound crazily.The viscous feeling on the surface of the skin made it clear to me how much force he had exerted, so that a little bit of red dripped to the ground.

"Since you are not afraid, why don't you dare to try?"

He raised his head, his mustache-cut eyes hid some deep dark red, and the red blood on the corner of his lips confirmed my guess.Everything about him was covered by the black mist, except for those red eyes that looked like dark gold, everything became hazy and unrecognizable.

"My instinct is to reject the gods. No matter how much I love in my heart, it is impossible for me to accept any god."

"It won't change until I die."

Laughing self-deprecatingly, I stroked the fresh wound he made, and as expected, there was a little black air lingering around.Shaking my head and sighing, I secretly gathered my spiritual power and waited for an opportunity to purify Hikakiri.

But this time... I don't know what the result will be?

With a wry smile, I suddenly lost confidence in my own strength.I may have been strong in the past, but years of neglect have left me in the dark.The naturally huge spiritual power has also become a witness of the past, and I simply cannot use it for many times in a short period of time.

Will it die this time?

I don't know, and I have no idea of ​​exploring.

I think I like Mustache, otherwise I wouldn't repel him doubly.

If only we hadn't met...

"It would have been nice if I hadn't been born human..."

"Oh, it's so easy to be affected."

I secretly used my spiritual power to swallow the ominous black energy on Mustache, and I bit my lower lip to try not to be overwhelmed by the darkness.

"I don't mind if you like me a little more."

"But your attitude is so subtle that I can't figure it out at all."

"Is it Tsurumaru Kuninaga? Or Ichiki Ichiki? Or Mikazuki Munekin? California Kiyomitsu?"

"Who is it in your heart?"

Mustache's eyes gradually cleared up, and I watched the black air disappearing from his body little by little, and the corners of my lips couldn't help but curl up.My own spiritual power was mixed with the ominous black energy, rampaging in my body, and the fight between the two sides made me turn pale.

--pain.

It hurts all over the body.

- want to eat...

I want to eat Higiri.

"I really want to devour you whole...Higakiri..."

"I want to eat……"

Knowing that the current self is not right at all, in a trance I have a feeling that this is what I think in the bottom of my heart.

Holding my throat tightly with both hands, I knelt down on the ground and was buried in the pain of wanting to die.

"I really want...to eat you...Higakiri..."

The author has something to say:

Mostly a dog.

I'm not in a good mood recently... Maybe the things I write can't be lighthearted...

It’s funny to think about it hhhh Coincidentally, Lujiang also started to go crazy here (waiting)

lof still owes a clear article... I can't write the project I started...

Maybe I like to write the series of criminals very much recently, right?

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