[Wenye] Dazai opened his eyes

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In front of Odasaku, Osamu Dazai happily ate another bowl of rice.

Although it's not too much even if you add the half plate you ate before, as long as you think about this guy eating as much as a cat in the past four years, Zhong Yuanzhong can't help but feel bad.

What's the matter, is it hard to eat because you look at me every day?

"Ah, Nakajima-kun, why don't you eat more, is it because the food doesn't suit your appetite?"

Hearing Dazai Osamu's humble tone, Nakahara Chu also felt his fist harden.

When I introduced myself just now, I accidentally said the word 'Zhong'. Knowing that the surname of Zhongyuan might arouse the alarm of the other party, I borrowed Nakajima's surname.

Anyway, compared to his name, the nickname of White Death is more famous, and his whole body has nothing to do with white, and his partner is not the little girl who was killed by 35 people in the legend, so it will not arouse suspicion at all.

"I'm not hungry."

Central Plains is also indifferent.

"Really, it's because she is petite and doesn't need to eat... Cough, I'll shut up."

Seeing Dazai Osamu who immediately became well-behaved in front of Nakahara Nakaya's slowly raised fist, Naomi sitting opposite couldn't help sighing.

"The relationship is really good, Mr. Tsushima and Mr. Nakajima are really enviable, but it is enough for Naomi to have an older brother~"

"indeed."

Oda Saku also nodded affirmatively, of course, ignoring the second half of Naomi's sentence.

“It is really a very lucky thing to have such a close friend.”

"Best friend? Don't be kidding, this is the person I hate the most in my life!"

Osamu Dazai crossed his arms and said loudly, and Naka who was beside him was not to be outdone, and slapped the table and shouted.

"Don't talk like I'm so rare to be your friend! Compared to the degree of hate, I definitely hate you more!"

"No! I definitely hate you more!"

"It's me who hates you more!"

"Silly slug!"

"Stinky blue flowers!"

Seeing the two people arguing like two small animals exhaling at each other, Odasaku seemed not to be affected by the smell of gunpowder at all, and even calmly took another mouthful of spicy curry before speaking.

"However, if you say 'most', you must be unique, a great honor, just like me, there seems to be no one you hate the most."

"That's true."

Tanizaki nodded in agreement.

"Although you may think of someone right away when you say you like it the most, but it seems difficult to find the target right away when you say you hate it the most. After all, they are all people you hate, so you don't want to pay more attention to it."

"Ordinary dislikes do not notice, but the most dislike is different. You see, there is a saying that 'the opposite of liking is not dislike but indifference'."

Naomi raised her hand to speak, and then Odasaku looked up at the two people who were about to petrify and concluded.

"So sure enough, you are the most important people to each other."

KO!

Dazai collapsed on the table with a slap as if he had been hit violently, hiding his entire face.

It's no good, as expected of Odasaku, special attack on Zaike creatures...

He is also the most important person... No no no!How can it be!

"He will not be the most important person to me!"

Dazai said in a low voice.

"My most important person... is obviously..."

Obviously you are right.

He even calculated the whole world for you, merged into the darkness without light, and became the leader of the Communist Party for 4 years.

I will...

I clearly...

"yes."

As Odasaku said, looking at Chuya whose face turned dark, he began to change the subject.

"Speaking of which, why did Tsushima want to come to us in the first place?"

"...Because you are famous."

Dazai raised his head and said in a low voice.

"Just, I want to get to know each other."

"Famous? Us?"

Odasaku blinked.

"Sure enough, Oda-san doesn't have this self-awareness at all."

Naomi covered her mouth and laughed twice.

"Our Armed Detective Agency is an urban legend. All members of the agency have official information posted on the Internet. Mr. Oda, you are widely praised. It is not wrong to say that you are famous~"

"Is that so? I thought I was just sitting in a normal job."

"But generally speaking, except for the client, few people pay attention to us. We can be recognized directly on the street. To be honest, this is the first time for me."

Tanizaki said, and asked Dazai.

"Did Tsushima-san have any entrustment? Or has he been entrusted before?"

Dazai was stunned for a moment, then suddenly had a flash of inspiration, sat up straight, and put on a distressed expression.

The three people in front of them also sat upright when they saw it, only Zhongye turned his head and sneered from the bottom of his heart.

Oh, it started again.

"Actually, it is a bit troublesome, but I never thought of entrusting others before."

Seeing that the three people on the opposite side began to listen carefully, Osamu Dazai continued.

"We're not actually locals, but we yearn for the city of Yokohama very much, so we took a day out of our busy schedule to go sightseeing, and it seems that we heard that the port mafia just happened to have an event today."

As he spoke, he even sighed very expressively.

"It's really unfortunate, after all, those guys are really terrible."

Zhongyuan Zhong also held back his laughter and trembled.

No, if you laugh now, you will be held grudge by that bastard Dazai for the rest of your life.

You have to keep the poker face you have developed over the past four years.

Zhong Yuanzhong also lowered his head and took a sip of water.

"Look, Nakajima is shaking with fear."

"puff!"

The Central Plains is also hanging out.

"Who do you say is afraid!"

"In short! Just right, the Armed Detective Agency should take over the task of bodyguards."

Dazai interrupted Chuya's irritable speech by clapping his hands, and suggested with a smile.

"Could you please guard us for a day? It's just a stroll around Yokohama with us. It's fine until midnight. Of course, money is not a problem."

"To zero, that's almost 12 hours."

Odasaku looked at his phone, nodded after a moment of silence.

"I have no problem, but it seems that I don't have time to go back to the detective agency. Tanizaki, Naomi, can I trouble you to send back the things I bought for Akutagawa?"

"Eh? We're fine, but is Oda-san okay alone?"

"It's okay. In my case, I probably won't die so easily."

Odasaku said and stood up.

"Then let's go. If it's 12 hours, the time is still very tight."

"Don't you need to pay a deposit?"

Dazai stood up after him, and Odasaku just shook his head.

"It's only 12 hours, it doesn't matter if you ask for help as a friend."

Hearing the word "friend", Dazai showed a look like he was scalded by something but didn't want to let go, and Nakahara Naka who was watching from the side was also amazed.

First, I feel that this kind of expression is against Osamu Dazai's body, and it's even a bit disgusting. Second,...

When I met this Oda Tsukuru, the dignified boss couldn't even manage his facial expressions very well. It's really...

He could see that Dazai was already in control, but Nakahara Chuya's eyes were still shining brightly like candles in the dark night, and it was precisely because of this that Nakahara Chuya's mood became more complicated.

So... is this person Dazai Osamu's weakness?

I have never heard of it, are you even on my guard?

"Tsk..."

"Hey~ Nakajima-kun! You're walking so slowly! We're going to take a taxi!"

"...I got it! Don't yell, bastard!"

Nakahara Chuya pressed his hat and walked quickly to Dazai Osamu, stood silently, but unexpectedly a finger poked his face quietly.

"Chuya, are you jealous?"

And then there was a warm breath, and Zhong Ye was almost tripped by Dao Yazi, who was beside him, and cursed at the other party's smiling expression.

"Get out! Who's jealous! Can you stop using words!"

"Eh~ But it looks like it is."

Osamu Dazai tilted his head and drew a long tone.

"It looks like a man whose love has been taken away by a knife, but it's okay, Odasaku is my friend, but you will always be my only dog~ so don't worry at all~"

In the past, Nakahara would definitely have yelled Dazai's name while hammering people into the ground, but now that there are outsiders around, he had to grit his teeth and control his ready-to-move fist.

Xiaotu Zaizhi you wait for no one around!

"Hey, you guys are in this kind of relationship."

Odasaku, who was taking a taxi, took the time to turn around and sighed.

...Although I'm not sure what kind of relationship you're talking about, but I think you must have misunderstood something!

Seeing Nakahara Nakaya glaring at himself, Dazai Osamu obediently raised his hand in surrender, bouncing back to Odasaku, and blinked at him halfway, like a naughty child. I made a mouth shape.

【Loyal dog】

Get out!Who is loyal to you!I am a ferocious dog that has been trying to kill you!

However, after such a commotion, Chuya's mood improved a lot, probably because he felt the unrivaled tacit understanding and familiarity between himself and Osamu Dazai, and finally seemed to have survived the long winter and slept in the cold ground Like a seed, it slowly wakes up, embellishing the dark and barren land with a bit of pleasing green.

Although it is still just a fragile and immature sprout, it will wither and wither with a little wind and rain, but...

That's hope, it's me, a hope I never expected.

Tsk, when did I start to become so sentimental, even Osamu Dazai started to get upset after talking to others a few more times.

Probably... from the day that guy put a bandage on his left eye.

From the day I lost my trusted partner.

And now...

He raised his eyes, letting the black figure reflect in his blue eyes.

Are you really back?

........................

12 hours is very short.

It is so short that you can only buy your favorite souvenirs for the two people around you in the small street shops on the commercial street, go to the beach to enjoy the sea breeze, ride the famous Ferris wheel, and finally find the remote and quiet house together. In the small bar, sit in rows and order a glass of your favorite wine.

However, Zhong Yuan just ordered a glass of lemonade. After all, he must not get drunk now, and he must not drink any alcohol.

During this period, the relationship between Dazai Osamu and Oda Saku can be said to heat up rapidly, almost to the point of saying everything. Occasionally Oda Saku would say a few words about his troubles in work and life, and Dazai Osamu would also secretly complain with their boring daily life.

"Every day is documents, documents, and there are not many opportunities to leave the office throughout the year. Is this how people live!"

Osamu Dazai poked the puck in the cup and muttered.

"Odasaku's work is more interesting! Whether it's daily commissions or writing! Even Nakajima's work is much more interesting than mine!"

"Then don't leave your job to me!"

Zhong Yuanzhong also snorted coldly.

"I don't even count how many documents I have to approve for you every day."

"What! That's the dog's duty! It's only natural for a dog to help its master!"

"Fart! You mackerel is too small! I'm helping you for the sake of the company!"

"Huh? Am I not more important than the company! Apologize quickly! Because you hurt my fragile heart!"

"Go away! Is it disgusting!"

I don’t know how many times this day, Odasaku, who has watched these two quarrels like no one else, has a very calm expression. While drinking, he watched the two of them swearing endlessly, until his mouth was dry, and he stopped by coincidence. I took two sips of wine to moisten my throat.

Even the rhythm of toasting and swallowing is the same.

When these two people are together, it's really impossible to get in. Unless one of them withdraws voluntarily, it's like setting up an enchantment around them, so that outsiders can only stop and watch.

"If you want to write, you can write while sitting in the office."

When the two were sulking, Oda Saku opened his mouth to ease the atmosphere.

"Tsushima, you can give it a try. I always feel that if it were you, you would definitely be able to write a wonderful article."

"……I?"

Osamu Dazai raised his head, looked at Odasaku's expression that didn't seem to be fake, and shook his head with a smile.

"Forget it, I can't write, or the things I write can't be read, probably belong to the banned books that will teach bad people."

"Besides, my daily life is too boring. I don't even have any material to write about, let alone collecting folk songs."

"It's true, the material of life is indeed very important."

Odasaku nodded, thought for a while, and suddenly suggested.

"How about writing a diary first?"

"journal?"

"If you want to keep a diary, you will take the initiative to do something worthy of being recorded."

Odasaku looked at Dazai and said slowly.

"In that case, Tsushima's life will probably become more interesting."

After finishing speaking, the small bar fell into a brief silence. Nakahara Nakaya looked at Osamu Dazai as if he was stunned, stared blankly at him, and then chuckled.

"Haha, as expected of Odasaku, he always says things that I don't expect."

It was a smile that couldn't have been more relaxed, as if the dark clouds had been blown away by the spring breeze, revealing the moonlight that was regarded as strict.

This guy……

Zhong Yuanzhong also picked up the cup and took a sip, blocking the corner of his mouth that couldn't help but rise.

In front of this person, he is completely like a good child.

He would probably be much more popular if he had been like this.

It would also be much less interesting.

Zhong Yuanzhong also took another sip of wine.

Osamu Dazai, it's more pleasing to be annoying.

At least that's how it is for him.

"If possible... well, starting tomorrow, I will try."

Dazai smiled and nodded his chin.

"Maybe I can show it to Oda Tsukuru in the future."

"I am looking forward."

Odasaku said.

"Speaking of which, since you want to show me your diary, Tsushima, in exchange, would you like to read my novel?"

Dazai's relaxed smile froze.

"……Eh?"

"Although it hasn't been published yet, it can be regarded as a clumsy work that has been praised by the editor. If you don't mind, I now have an electronic backup in my mobile phone."

While talking, Odasaku fiddled with the phone twice, called up the file, and handed it to Dazai.

"It's just the beginning, it's not very long, maybe you can give me some interesting opinions."

Black characters on a white background, reflected in that iris-colored pupil.

That's Oda Tsukuru's text, that's Oda Tsukuru's novel.

It was too glaring, like the sun being held in the palm of his hand, and Osamu Dazai dared not reach out his hand at all, as if he would be burned if he took it.

"……is it okay?"

Dazai murmured softly.

"of course."

Odasaku nodded.

"I think we're already friends."

Ah, what a feeling it is.

It's like being soaked in honey water, unable to breathe but unwilling to break free, willing to drown in pain here, even though the body has issued a warning, clamoring to run away, the soul has long been soaked dizzy, as if unable to distinguish Up, down, left, and right are still dangerous, and they keep sinking.

If he could die here, it would probably be the most perfect life.

Whoever shaped this dream, I thank you.

Even if I have to spend several years of lonely and dark time in the future, even if I feel the pain of what I once gained but lost, as long as I have the short memory of this day, I can hold this fragile piece of driftwood and be peaceful in that dark coffin fell asleep.

"Thank you."

Dazai said.

Then, with an almost pious attitude, he took the small mobile phone and began to read slowly.

But when Osamu Dazai was immersed in the novel world created by Oda Saku, another sound came from Oda Saku's ear.

"Thank you."

Odasaku raised his head and looked at the orange-haired young man standing beside him, who was holding the glass of lemonade and smiling sincerely at him.

"Although I don't know what's going on, thank you for being that guy's friend."

"Is this something to be thanked for?"

"Of course, after all, that guy with a bad personality doesn't have any friends. You are the first one."

"Is it bad? I think it's okay. Speaking of which, aren't you Nakajima's friend?"

"I?"

Zhong Yuanzhong also sneered, and took a big sip with extreme disgust, as if the glass in his hand was filled with the finest red wine.

"I don't want to be his friend. That's not a good job. Maybe you'll regret it someday."

"We are not friends and never will be."

After finishing speaking, he paused for a moment, lowered his eyes slightly, as if he was nostalgic, but also seemed to be looking forward to it.

"We are partners."

........................

As Oda Saku said, the electronic document is not long, and it took about half an hour to finish reading it. By the time Dazai Osamu rubbed his sore neck and raised his head, the time had quietly reached 23:30.

"It's really a great novel, Oda Saku! It will definitely win the newcomer award!"

"It's too early to make such an evaluation, after all, it hasn't even reached a third."

"No no! Absolutely!"

Dazai stared at Odasaku with shining eyes.

"After all, you are Odasaku!"

"Then, thank you."

"No, no~"

Dazai shook his body with a smile, turned his head and glanced at the watch hanging on the wall, the curve of the corner of his mouth gradually became lighter.

"It's almost...it's time to go."

"Huh? Isn't there still half an hour?"

Oda asked.

"How can it be so precise, and there are still some things to do at the last minute."

Saying that, Dazai stood up, walked up to Odasaku with his hands behind his back, and bent slightly.

"Then, finally, can I ask Oda to do something?"

"what?"

Odasaku asked, Dazai raised his hand and pointed to the bandage on his face.

"Help me take this off, can you?"

"of course."

Although he didn't know why the other party asked him to do this tomorrow, Odasaku still nodded in response, raised his hand, found the end hidden in the hair, and gently tugged.

"what."

Odasaku looked into those iris eyes and said sincerely.

"Beautiful eyes, you look better like this."

"I think so."

Dazai smiled and bent the corners of his eyes, and looked at the person in front of him seriously with those eyes.

It's as if you want to imprint the other person's appearance in your mind.

"Then I'm leaving, Odasaku."

"See you."

"Goodbye."

After the two said goodbye briefly, Dazai waved his hand towards Zhongya, and walked towards the door together, but he didn't expect that before he stepped up the stairs, there was a sudden sound from behind.

"Goodbye, Dazai."

Odasaku looked back at Nakahara Nakaya in shock, with some precautions in his eyes, but Dazai kept his back to him, and was silent for a while before speaking slowly.

"Ha, as expected... when did you know?"

"About after lunch at noon, a friend from the Supernatural Secret Service sent me a photo of you, which should have been secretly taken this morning."

Odasaku scratched his face, as if he felt a little sorry for what he had kept secret for so long.

"At first, I thought I could monitor you and provide protection. After all, if something happened to the leader of the port mafia, it would be a big trouble for the armed detective agency, but..."

Odasaku looked at Dazai's face slowly turning back, and spoke calmly.

"I think the relationship between the Armed Detective Agency and the Port Mafia should not affect Oda Sakunosuke and Dazai Osamu's friendship."

"Dazai, would you like to be my friend?"

Dazai took two deep breaths, and asked softly in a trembling voice.

"You...will you believe me?"

"The leader of the port mafia, it is true that those rumors that are like novels are shocking enough, but I have seen you, Dazai, not just hearsay, not copying what others say, I have seen the real you today."

Odasaku looked into those iris eyes.

"12 hours is not short. Although there is no exciting ups and downs, I like this kind of daily life. I think some small details in life can often bring me closer to the essence of a person."

"It seemed a bit sudden to call out your name just now, but I'm sorry, I just think that I should call your real name once, otherwise I don't know when we will see you next time."

Odasaku looked sincerely at the young man standing on the stairs who was about to step into the shadows.

"So in the end, at least I have to say goodbye to you, Dazai Osamu."

"...No, don't apologize, Odasaku."

Dazai shook his head, his eyes turned red.

Great... This time, I have to say goodbye to him.

He sniffed his nose lightly, quickly adjusted his mood, and with his brightest smile, waved to Oda Zukuo.

"Goodbye, Odasaku! I look forward to your novel!"

"Ah."

Odasaku also lifted the corner of his mouth slightly, and raised his wine glass to Osamu Dazai.

"Goodbye, Dazai, I am also looking forward to your diary."

........................

The remaining half an hour is actually not enough to go anywhere, and Osamu Dazai has no goals, so he and Nakahara Chuya walked slowly on the small road one after the other.

After walking for about 10 minutes, Osamu Dazai suddenly opened his mouth.

"Zhongye~"

"how?"

"Nothing, just call."

Osamu Dazai turned his head, his hippie smile disappeared, and he looked healthier and more energetic than before.

"After all, it's really uncomfortable to be called by Nakajima Nakajima all day today. After all, Dun Jun is not as annoying as Zhongye, so I have to call Zhongye's name more in the remaining time to make up for it. You Say yes, Chuya~"

"Why do you sound like you will disappear in ten minutes or so?"

Nakahara also glanced suspiciously at Osamu Dazai.

"You don't think I can watch you die by my side, do you?"

"No, of course not, of course I believe Zhong can protect me."

Dazai shrugged his shoulders, but did not continue the topic, raised his head casually, looked at the starry sky and asked the same question.

"Speaking of which, Chuya, can you take me flying?"

"……what?"

"You see, although my disqualification in the world will touch my things and not be affected by the supernatural power, but if you hug me up with your own strength through the clothes and without any contact with my body at all Instead of trying to use supernatural powers to float me up, I should be able to fly together, after all, I have not come into contact with you, so you will not be affected by disqualification in the world."

Saying that, Osamu Dazai flapped his arms, as if flapping his wings.

"Although I have experienced the feeling of falling with gravity, I have never experienced the experience of escaping gravity. Take me to try~"

"...You are not afraid that I will throw you into the sea."

Nakahara also muttered something, clicked his tongue in some displeasure, stepped forward and took off Dazai's coat, and put it on top of Dazai's head.

"Pull it yourself, I don't want the two of us to fall into the sea together because of your hair blowing on my face."

"Understood, after all, I don't want to die in love with Chuya... Wow!"

Dazai Osamu, who had never experienced this before, was taken aback by being hugged all of a sudden. After moving uncomfortably, he continued to be uncontrollably vile.

"Although I don't mind this pose, but, hey, princess hug, Chuya, don't you think it's really incongruous for our height ratio to pose in this pose?"

"Say a few more words and I'll throw you right into the sea!"

After yelling a meaningless cruel word, Nakahara Chuya reconfirmed that he had no contact with Dazai Osamu, and then weighed it lightly.

very light.

It can't match his 1.8-meter big man at all.

"Ready?"

"Hmm~"

"That's going to take off!"

........................

Looking down on Yokohama from a height of about one kilometer is probably a scene that few people have ever seen. Although Nakahara Nakaya may have been tired of seeing it for a long time, it is a very novel experience for Dazai Osamu.

Without the protection of the engine room, the strong wind blows on the face so violently, the brightly lit streets are like the reflection of the stars, the sparkling sea and the starry sky are connected together and merged into a deep black, just take a second look, It's as if even the soul is being sucked in.

fatal attraction.

"It's really, really beautiful."

The kite-colored eyes huddled under the coat stared unblinkingly at the sea and sky in the distance, as if fascinated, and sighed sincerely.

"Looking at this darkness, I can't help but want to walk in and melt into it. Don't you think so, Chuya?"

"Absolutely not."

Zhongye, mercilessly.

"...Can you read the atmosphere?"

Dazai rolled his eyes.

"...It's because you don't know how to read the atmosphere! At this time, put away your suicidal obsession that you don't know why you found it!"

Nakahara also shouted, and the hand holding Dazai tightened again.

"Listen! You still owe me four years, and I will not allow you to die in these four years! Otherwise, I will hate you forever!"

"I won't give you a second chance, remember, Dazai."

After four years, finally, he called out that familiar title again.

Under the moonlight, Osamu Dazai saw those blue eyes.

lights up.

A little bit of starlight shines.

"Well, it's settled."

Dazai smiled, counting the time, and slowly closed his eyes in his warm embrace.

"What a dream."

It's a pity, after all, it's time to wake up from the dream.

"See you tomorrow, Chuya."

Let us meet again in a nightmare.

........................

Dazai opened his eyes.

The dark office, the fluttering bells, the mountain of files, and...

Sitting behind a desk not far away, there was a silent and numb figure.

Although if you want to, follow yesterday's steps again and you should be able to achieve the same effect, but...

forget it.

Touched again and again, forgotten again and again, what you get is nothing but a naive fantasy that breaks at the touch of a touch.

Indulgence, one day is more than enough.

I have already got enough spiritual food to satisfy my hunger.

All that is left is to slowly relive the sweet dreams of that day in this coffin, and survive the four years of self-inflicted suffering.

"Zhongye."

"Huh? What's the matter, leader."

The indifferent voice was intertwined with the irritable voice that seemed to be still echoing in his ears, which made Osamu Dazai feel his brain hurt.

"I'll give you a vacation today. You can do whatever you want. In short, don't show up in my office."

"Huh?! What's wrong with you again! Who will protect me when I leave..."

"There will be no danger today, I promise."

Dazai lowered his head, looking at the document, not looking at Chuya Nakahara's furious face at all.

"In short, just pretend that I don't want to see you for the time being. Before midnight tomorrow, 24 hours, paid vacation, it's great, isn't it? I'm almost envious."

"What if I refuse."

Dazai could feel Chuya's approach, even if he didn't raise his head, he knew that that person was standing not far in front of him, looking at him coldly.

"This is the order of the leader... although I really want to say so."

Dazai closed his eyes.

"Forget it, do as you like, but at your own risk."

After saying this sentence, he started to work as if he really didn't care about it at all, and Zhong also didn't make any movements, just remained silent until a long time later.

"...Don't forget, only I can kill you!"

Osamu Dazai heard the footsteps of Nakahara Nakaya turning and leaving, and heard the other party talking calmly.

"I won't forget."

Finally, he raised his head, looked at the other person's back, and smiled in a good mood.

"Don't worry, I won't die, I promise you."

I promised you.

"Tsk, bastard leader."

Seeing Nakaya who walked to the door slamming the door of the chief's room while muttering curses, facing the empty and silent room, Osamu Dazai sighed and collapsed on his soft seat.

"So...what should I write in my diary today...Odasaku."

There are... four more years...

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The author has something to say:

It's sweet candy~

It’s not a lie, it’s weaving sweet work~

Don't worry, the mentality of the leader Zai will get better and better in the future!The knife is over!