Sente Eiji's Black Friday

Before telling the story of Chuya Nakahara and me, I should probably introduce my experience before I was 13 years old.

I came into this world in a pang of pain.At that time, I had a big bloody gash on my head, and I was lying in the ruins of the bombing, dying.

Several children who passed by and escaped rescued me and brought me back to the slums of Yokohama.They are orphans who lost their relatives in the war. They survived in that chaotic world in a group, but they did their best to help the same unfortunate children, such as me who was almost killed by a shell.

I take the term "unfortunate" very seriously. After all, if it weren't for me, the previous owner of this body would definitely never get up again.

Being kind, I decided to live strong for that unfortunate predecessor, so I went back and looked through the ruins where I was found, and found a man with hair color like a three-colored cat and a man with blue hair and blue eyes. A woman, and a pocket watch tightly clutched in a man's hand.

I took the pocket watch, buried the two of them on the spot, and then inherited the surname "Natsume" engraved on the pocket watch, and returned to the children who saved me to take care of them-although some of them were older than they were at the time. I am still older.

It is not easy for children to survive in troubled times, even if they are in a group, because no one will work for children, and they can only live by illegal business if they want to survive.

Illegal...

Before crossing, I was also a law-abiding young master of a rich family, and I struggled for a few seconds, then happily——cough cough cough, no, sadly embarked on the road of a free bad boy.

It didn't take long for me to get acquainted with all the evil forces in the slums, and successfully turned them around, and then led a bunch of puppies to sit behind and reap the benefits of the fisherman (actually, grab some food and ammunition) .

The life of those few years is quite happy when I think about it now. After all, when I crossed over, I was only six years old mentally, and I was still a naive age who liked to be hugged.

Under the premise that all the children worship me, obey me, and listen to me, my vanity inflates rapidly, and I simply set up an organization - "Sheep" in the slums full of rookies.

It means "catch the free grass (supplies) in the slums and gnaw hard".

The first-generation lambs in "Sheep" have been trained by me to be tough little ninjas who can gnaw grass. Although they don't have Chakra, it is more than enough for one person to beat up five or six adults, not to mention I also taught them how to With a gun, how to deceive people, how to use the terrain to fight.

Over time, no one in the vicinity dared to provoke the "sheep".

At this time, the children who saved me in the first place had grown up very well, and I thought I had repaid their life-saving grace, so I had the idea of ​​leaving.

——That’s right, leave, or what else?I have no intention of staying in the slums for the rest of my life. People have to rely on their own strength to face life. I have protected them for so long, and I have done my best!

As for the "sheep" that I built with my own hands... Well, I allow the next generation leader to call me "First Generation".

However, before I really left, that is, 11 years ago, when I was 13 years old, the earth-shattering explosion occurred in Yokohama.

The black and red "flame" produced during the explosion awakened my supernatural powers, and also gave me a new interest in the cause of the explosion and the secrets contained in the city of Yokohama, so I adopted Nakahara who was lying at the bottom of the pit Chuya continued to stay in Yokohama.

Zhong Yuanzhong is also an incredible child.

He is like a pure white chick, I can paint it any color I want.At the same time, he possesses extremely powerful power, if left alone, he will be coveted by various forces.

However, because I was the one who carried him out of the deep pit in the first place, this fledgling became my dependent from the very beginning. With his temperament, this kind of loyalty is lifelong.

It's so pitiful.

For me, the more powerful or spiritual a person is, the more qualified he is to be treated with my heart.

I don’t have anything to be attached to in this world, and I don’t have any goals that must be achieved, so I can treat anyone as I like, and zero-sum is the category that is most in line with what I like, and I am the least kind to them. Ask why.

So I did my best to raise Chuya for three years, raising him from skinny when he was seven years old to fat and white when he was ten years old.

Three years later, when I was helping in Mori Ogai's clinic, the unscrupulous doctor who always thought I was an orphan accidentally learned that my surname was Natsume.

The next day he brought me my old teary cheap grandpa.

The old man wanted to pick me up from Leibo Street, and he also promised to take away my reluctant little friend.

I agreed to the former, but rejected the latter, because the only child I still cared about was Chuya, and at that time, I had already learned about Sanji's concept and the old man's urban sexuality, and I completely lost interest in Yokohama. It's a bit inconvenient to take it with you if you want to go to a more prosperous place.

Besides, as far as his strength is concerned, I think it is more appropriate to keep him in Yokohama, where there are many similar people.

Therefore, I entrusted Chuya with the "sheep" that was already very strong at that time, and after telling him that my full name is Natsume Eiji, I left with the old man.

I haven't seen the puppy since then, until today——

"Second Brother Ying...Second Brother Ying..."

The orange-haired young man in his arms hugged me tightly, calling my name one after another, his voice gradually trembling.

His arms are very strong around my waist, making this hug more inseparable, I can almost feel his thin body under the thin suit.The hat on his head fell off because of the too close hug, and after being caught by me, the short bright orange hair was exposed, which was warm and soft to the touch.

Just like when I was a kid.

"Long time no see, Chuya."

Thinking of this, I smiled unconsciously, patted his back lovingly and said comfortingly: "You have grown up, and your height is also much taller than before—— eh?"

I suddenly got stuck, and raised my hand to press on top of his head in some confusion.

The little orange dog, who was still immersed in the joy of reunion, froze suddenly, and looked up at my 1.8-meter-seven tall body as if choking, his jewel-like blue eyes were full of grief and indignation.

I exchanged glances with him, and then looked at his height, which is too short for ordinary men, who is less than my collarbone. After a moment of silence, I helped him put on the hat with a smile. In the reaction with a blank face, the big Kuat Kua who spared no effort began:

"That's right, Chuya, you've become a very handsome guy!"

The corner of Zhongya Chuya's mouth twitched: "Yes, is it..."

"Yeah, yeah! This outfit suits you very well too! It's very fashionable and has a special personality! I like it very much!"

"Hi—?! Ah no, thank you...thank you..." Zhong bit his tongue unnaturally, and his eyes began to move around.

"Wow, this choker is so sexy! And the crossed straps on your chest, how did you get them? Can you show me—"

"Wh-cough, cough, cough, brother Ying!!"

Zhong Ye was so frightened by the way I hooked his chest tie with my intimate hands, he almost jumped up, stretched out his black-gloved hand and grabbed my wrist with a "snap", and the roots of his ears were flushed: "Okay! I know I'm just short! Can you stop talking about these things!"

"hiss--"

Before I had time to speak, there was a gasping voice from next to me, and those in charge of recruiting Jaejoong rushed out and hugged me. The mafia who had been stunned from the beginning finally came back to their senses, and whispered to each other in shock:

"Actually let the quasi-cadre of Zhongye admit that he is short! Who the hell is this man...?!"

Zhongyuan Zhongye: "..."

Me: "Puff hahaha——"

"Brother Ying!"

Nakaya called out to me helplessly, seeing how I was laughing so hard that I couldn't even straighten my waist, and finally couldn't help laughing after being depressed for a few seconds.

This is the reunion after eight years.The young boy who used to cling to me non-stop has grown into a mature enough youth, and I have also changed from a slightly ruffian bully on Leibo Street to a high-ranking public security elite.

Time is incredible.

"Really, Second Brother Ying really hasn't changed at all..."

The orange-haired young man said this with a free and easy smile, and looked at me intently with those sparkling eyes. The handsome and sharp brows and eyes are completely different from the cuteness when he was a child. There is a softness between his brows and eyes, which makes me seem to be able to see through him now. , I saw the child in the past who always followed me with watery dog ​​eyes.

"Zhong Ye has changed a lot." I also patted his strong shoulder with emotion, and smiled at him, "I have become a reliable adult, brother, I am very pleased."

"elder brother……"

Chuuya's expression blurred for a moment.

He pursed his lips bitterly, shook his head and denied my words, and said softly in a low and firm tone: "I will never be able to compare with Brother Ying."

I was slightly taken aback.

Before I could react, he showed a still very excited smile, leaned over and grabbed my clothes like he did when he was a child and asked me, "Why is Second Brother Ying here?"

His beautiful cobalt blue eyes stared at me fixedly, the concentration, love and greed in them were so thick that it was shocking, but apart from those, there was an imperceptible uneasiness, "Are you finally... no, Did you come back to find me?"

He said the word "finally" very lightly, if it wasn't for my shocking five senses, I might have missed it.

——Have you finally come back to me?

I thought about what he really wanted to say, and pinched his face with a constant smile.

"Yes." I said in a soft tone, watching him tenderly, my expression lit up little by little, "I can't survive outside, that's why I came here to apply for a job. Can you please take me in? ?”

"—Then Brother Ying will be my direct subordinate!!"

Nakahara Chu also blurted out without thinking, the hand holding the corner of Natsume Eiji's clothes unconsciously exerted force, trying his best to conceal his ecstasy.

He couldn't help but feel grateful in his heart, glad that he happened to be promoted to a cadre at this time, glad that he had not selected the direct subordinate that every cadre should have, and even more glad that he found him.

...I found my only [sheep].

"Can you?" The young man on the opposite side raised his eyebrows in surprise and asked back. His face was more resolute than when he was a boy, handsome and upright, and there was a certain profound and inescapable quality that lingered around him invisible, and was caught by him again. The astonishing affinity when he laughs is neutralized to form a unique mysterious charm that belongs only to Natsume Eiji.

"Of course!" Nakahara Zhongya replied loudly, resisting the feeling of rapid heartbeat and holding his hand, staring at him closely with eyes full of naturalness, eagerness and admiration, "It's better to say that I am still worried about being wronged like this. Brother Ying!"

"How can you be wronged?" Natsume Eiji said with a smile, as if he didn't notice his trembling fingertips because of nervousness, "I suddenly changed from a low-level handyman to a cadre's direct subordinate. I want to ask for this kind of treatment. I can't ask for it!"

Zhongyuan Zhong also beamed with joy: "Then let's go to Bo——"

"Oh, oh, what, it sounds like the little man has finally found his dog?"

Before the words fell, a clear voice made exaggerated jokes in an intimate tone, and the content of the words made Zhongyuan Zhong also suddenly turn cold.

Footsteps approached around the corner, and the tall young man in a pitch-black windbreaker poked his head out with a smile, and his eyes immediately slid to the person standing beside Zhongyuan Zhongye.

Then, there was a pause.

He stared at Ying Er silently for a few seconds, a faint emotion flashed in the depths of his eyes that was not noticed by anyone, and the whole person fell silent at that moment.

Quiet as if dead.

But he quickly returned to his playful and undignified look, and looked away at his partner.

Seeing this, he was slightly taken aback, and a trace of surprise quickly slipped through his heart.

In the Central Plains, there is no fried hair like before.

His sea-like blue eyes are like a three-foot-frozen polar region at the moment, and a palpitating cold wind blows inside, making it easy to feel that he is on the verge of violent rage.

"Apologize to him, Dazai."

The young man made a hoarse voice that was about to storm, and his sharp eyes shot straight at the instigator named Osamu Dazai.

"Oh—?" Osamu Dazai drew his voice, and didn't look at Eiji any more, but continued to look at Chuya with interest, with a vague inquiry in his eyes, "It's really rare, little man, I thought Ever since those little lambs, I've never seen you insanely defending your shortcomings..."

"Apologize."

The aura on Zhongya's body became more and more condensed, and he said it again in a slow voice, but it gave people a creepy sense of danger.

Osamu Dazai tilted his head without saying a word.

"No." He straightened up as if suddenly bored, refused in a cold tone, turned around and planned to leave.

Just this moment.

The whistling fists came like cannonballs, and the black-haired young man dodged to the side as if he had eyes behind his back. He spread his hands and laughed, "It's been said that your routine always comes first with the right fist, so you can't be a little new—"

"boom--!!"

A kick that broke through the limit of human speed was caught, and the huge force hit the air, making a loud bombing sound.

The leather shoes barely stopped a few centimeters away from Dazai Osamu's handsome face, and the remaining air current blew his hair and windbreaker violently back, causing his skin to sting like a knife.

"..."

The iris-colored single eye suddenly shrank like a needle nose.

...reflecting the person standing in front of him holding Nakahara Nakaya's calf.

At this moment, as if some long-standing memory was awakened in a dusty corner, Dazai Osamu's expression suddenly became blurred, his lips moved slightly, and he uttered a barely audible syllable: "ei——"

"Alright, don't be impulsive, Chuya."

The person with his back to him chuckled, let go of Nakahara Chuya's legs, and without even looking at him, directly grabbed the young man who was trembling with anger, and pressed him into his arms.

"Don't be angry with the black-hearted guy, it's not worth it."

Natsume Eiji said with a smile, and patted Tachibana's head reassuringly.

——The Central Plains just now is also true.

Everyone present was aware of this.

He is even more serious than ever before, otherwise Osamu Dazai, who had expected him to do something for a long time, would not be able to avoid it-yes, if Eiji hadn't made a move, Nakahara Chuya's merciless kick would have undoubtedly Kick Dazai Osamu in the face.

Gang Hei kicked with all his strength... Hey, it's really hard to imagine if this thing really happened, would Osamu Dazai's small body still be able to get up.

However, for the Hong Kong and black people, the most shocking and thought-provoking thing is that the Central Plains quasi-cadres who have always maintained a strict and alienated image to the outside world will actually defend a man of unknown origin in this way, even defending his shortcomings so much that he can't even say a bad word No one is allowed to tell him.

As for Eiji, although he was happy to see his loyal dog, whom he hadn't seen for a long time, still defending himself like this, but before joining Hong Kong. Strange, it's better to stop it.

So he made a move—with the same speed as Zhongyuan Zhongye that outsiders couldn't even see clearly.

The ceiling strength of the bug level should not be too obvious.

Among the people present, only Zhongyuan Zhong is completely accustomed to his strength, but this does not mean that the little loyal dog who has finally found its owner can remain calm-in fact, Zhongyuan Zhong is also obviously the most angry of the few people Even if Eiji hugged her, she couldn't calm down.

With a cold and angry look on his face, he grabbed the corner of Ying Er's clothes and began to complain: "Brother Ying Er, you don't know, this dead mackerel has to be taught a lesson, otherwise he won't be able to remember at all..."

Just when Xiao Jumao was filled with righteous indignation.

Where no one noticed, Osamu Dazai, who had been quiet from just now, suddenly raised his eyelids, and looked at Eiji in horror with his bottomless eyes for a moment.

"Eiji?"

He made a soft voice like talking to himself, and after everyone's eyes were on him, an extremely false smile suddenly appeared in the corner of his eyes, and at the same time, a strange and suppressed sense of great danger also descended upon him.

"Really, your name is Eiji too."

He said so strangely, his eyes were bent for about a second, and his voice was as soft as an aria.

"What should I do... I suddenly want to kill you."