Sente Eiji's Black Friday

I am dreaming again.

To be precise, he received his real [memory] again.

After the victory of the war, I vaguely saw [I] being a teenager being welcomed by the people in the village, and being hugged by a black-haired boy tearfully...

... Konoha?

What a great name.It is indeed the [most cherished thing] engraved in my soul.

In that dream, even if I just "watched" through the screen as a bystander, it was already a great comfort to me.

But when I woke up from the dream, I sat in the world where [this consciousness] was, and felt even deeper loss and loneliness.

It was as if even my soul was dying, and nothing could fill the void in my heart.

Probably the state of my soul affected my consciousness. Since then, I have started to dream frequently.The background of the dream is sometimes a modern world similar to [this world], sometimes it is a strange virgin forest, and sometimes it is an island country street full of Western style...

The memory related to 【Konoha】is the least.

But the more this happened, the more I longed to see it, and the number and time of dreaming became longer and longer, and finally one day——when I woke up from the dream, I saw the golden dragon slanting outside the window, and for a moment I thought I am still in a dream.

In a daze, I murmured in a low voice: "It's not night yet...'Prey' shouldn't come out at this time..."

"—what prey?"

A familiar yet unfamiliar voice sounded beside him.

I was taken aback for a moment, and then I noticed that Gojo Satoru, whom I hadn't seen for a long time, was standing beside my bed, and his pupils could not help but shrink slightly.

There was someone beside me, but until he made a sound, I couldn't find it at all.

But I was relieved immediately.

"Long time no see, young master."

I sat up and faced him, with a natural smile on my lips, "It's great that your strength has improved again——"

"I'm asking you what kind of prey you have." Gojo Satoru suddenly interrupted me, with a rather indifferent tone.

I have a meal.

Ever since he yelled "I don't matter to you" at me last time, the boy's attitude towards me has suddenly turned 180 degrees, and he has become as cold and indifferent as he is now.

He used to be so clingy and dependent on me as a child, he often said things like "Eiji is different" and "Only Eiji can see the same scenery as me", and he was more emotional in front of me than at any other time change.

But his performance in the past year has made me feel that in his eyes, I am no different from others - I am an object that the Son of God can despise.

At the same time, however, he was adamantly not allowing me to stay away from his sphere of life, or even allow me to communicate with the outside world.

Naturally, I would not defy him, but I was a little confused.

If you really don't care anymore, why did you use a method that is a hundred times more controlling than I used to be, to keep me firmly bound by your side?

Also, appearing at my bedside after I have been in a coma for many days, this should be... a sign of concern in the eyes of the world, right?Since you cared about me, why did you show the same indifferent and hurtful attitude as before?

Teenagers are really incomprehensible.

But I couldn’t see him every day a long time ago, maybe I haven’t learned about his dynamics through the people around him for a long time (because now I’m surrounded by his people), so I can’t guess what he’s thinking at this moment, Can only answer his question first: "'Prey'? Hmm..."

I thought about it, and said somewhat ambiguously: "I don't know too well, but I feel that it should be a kind of hateful creature that appears at night and needs to be beheaded... Ahaha."

"..."

Gojo Satoru stared at me without saying a word, his frost-blue eyes were emotionless, like a god who really looked down on all living beings.

However, I am too familiar with this kind of eyes. It is the same when Gojo Satoru is not speaking and when I am alone, so naturally I am not afraid of him: "Young master? Do you have anything to say?"

Gojo Wu heard the words and looked away, and said in a cold voice: "Is that a creature from your world?"

"No." I replied subconsciously, and then I realized what he asked, and my eyes widened in shock.

Huh?

What did he just say?

"Then—" Gojo Satoru of course saw my reaction, but he ignored my meaning, and his face became even colder, "I... no, is [this world] so insignificant to you?"

I was even more surprised when I heard this.

But thinking of his six eyes and his own intelligence, I immediately felt relieved.

All that's left to confirm is...

I looked into his eyes calmly, skimming away the chilling indifference bit by bit, and finally found a trace of something sincere in it.

It was a shocking negative emotion, a twisted possessive desire that was suppressed to the utmost, and a madness that would do anything to achieve the goal.

I have always known Gojo Satoru's unusual possessiveness towards me.Before... no, even until now, the sentence he likes to emphasize the most is always "you are mine".

well.It seems that my frequent drowsiness stimulated him, making him think that [I] will leave soon, so I plan to have a showdown with me directly.

Sure enough, he was still too young.Although his acting was very successful, all his performances in the details, without exception, showed me the fact that "he still cares about me".

Especially at the end when he messed up and planned to have a showdown with me in order to keep me, it was completely the biggest failure, and it exposed his thoughts of success that he had hidden in the past year.

But he is still young after all, there is still time to teach these things slowly.

...Teach slowly.

I already know that Konoha is my most cherished thing, do I still have so much energy?

Thinking of this, I couldn't help but sigh.

Still think about Gojo Satoru.

Considering his recent performance including today, I found that my previous plan to stay away from him seemed a bit too hasty.

I know Gojo Satoru. This young man looks cold and arrogant, but in fact he is kind and gentle in nature. It's a messy personality, but I know that in his bones, he is still the cold, soft and cute Baituanzi who was afraid of loneliness when he was a child——

He is gentle and affectionate, but at the same time, as the strongest who is bound to shoulder the future of the entire magic world, he is inevitably somewhat meek...and naive.

Excessive strength allows him to do everything directly, without detours—naturally, he will never avoid pain or responsibility weakly, which is his advantage—but in my opinion, these alone are far away. Not enough.

The upper stratum of the magic world is extremely fatuous and corrupt, and the enemy's methods are always dirty and unpredictable. In addition, there are layers of tests of distrust, death, and human nature...

With the current Five Enlightenments, can I bear these things?

No, even the future him might be crushed by one of them.

From an objective point of view, his strength will make him a signpost, a star, and a banner, but he is the only one who is not suitable for being a person with power.

——But I want him to be perfect in every way.

So let's start now.

How to completely keep a person by your side and let him be completely devoted to you—on this point, let me teach you a lesson, my dear little flower.

"What are you talking about?"

After a moment of silence, I smiled naturally as usual, calmly (playing stupid) to deal with the indifference he was about to break, the magma under the ice.

Gojo Satoru's reaction was astonishing.He suddenly stood up with terrifying spell power all over his body, his chest heaved violently, and his fists were tightly clenched into fists by his side——

I can see that he is trying his best to keep calm. After all, in a verbal confrontation, the one who loses his calm first will undoubtedly be the loser.

But I could also see that whenever I showed my present perpetually composed attitude, as if unmoved by anything, he would get uncharacteristically angry.

However, he has improved a bit anyway, even if it seems to me that it is not surprising for him to explode now, he still learned the lessons of the previous few breakups, adjusted his breathing, and shouted fiercely and intimidatingly:

"Enough! Do you think I can't see it? Since I was four years old, you have always had this high-ranking, indifferent attitude. You don't have the slightest nostalgia for this world in your heart. Whenever you look at The eyes around you are cold, and everything will not leave any traces in your heart, including Zenyuan Shier and me, right?!"

The boy's angry questioning echoed in the room.

I looked at him without saying a word, and after a while, I shook my head and said in denial, "Of course not."

"Where is it not?!" Gojo Satoru sneered.

Yayyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyy, what should I do if I can't hold back for a while now that I'm so imposing.

I sighed lightly, and said sincerely: "Young master, I treat you with all my heart, how can you say that about me?"

"Really...heart?" Gojo Satoru repeated the word in disbelief, and the ice-blue pupils shrank rapidly.

Something terrible was brewing in the air.

Afterwards, under my calm gaze, the boy seemed to have been stabbed in a fatal spot somewhere, turning on a switch called anger, and broke out uncontrollably——

"Fukuro Eiji, how can you have any sincerity towards me?! You just used me as a substitute from the beginning to the end——!"

The boy's furious roar reached his ears.

He grabbed me by the collar, his blue eyes constricted by anger were extremely cold, and even looked creepy because of the strong sense of inhumanity.

"Do you think I don't know? You fell into a deep sleep recently because [you] want to go back to your body, right?! Or do you dare to touch your heart and tell me that when you have When you have the opportunity to return to your own world, will you stay for me or the Zen Garden?!"

He stared at me, and slowly increased his hand, his knuckles turned pale, "Since you were destined to abandon everything from the beginning, why did you treat me so well? Why did you come to provoke me? Why did you pretend Into such an affectionate look?!"

"..."

Finally said it out.

What he cares about most, and usually, is the best reason for me to stay.

It should be said that it is worthy of being the young master... no, is it worthy of Wujo Wu?Accurately captured the only place in our relationship where I might be ashamed of him.

However, to completely control a person's heart and tie him tightly to his side, the most important thing is to occupy an absolute dominant position in this relationship-could it be such a simple matter?

Thinking of this, I was accused of laughing instead.

It was like sweeping Gojo Satoru's full-strength emotions to the ground to trample and contempt, causing cold anger to burst out from the eyes of the proud young man: "What's so funny——!!"

"Please don't make any mistakes, young master."

This time, I interrupted him easily with a calm voice.

As if the machine was suddenly stuck, Gojo Satoru's angry expression froze on his face. It seemed that he had finally realized that he was out of control again, and his face suddenly became cloudy.

He was short of breath and held a stalemate with me for a long time, and finally, as if giving up on himself, he rudely tore off my collar, and said angrily, "...what do you mean?"

"I mean, your accusation against me is totally unfounded—everything, from the very beginning." I looked at him tolerantly, and patiently explained my words.

"Huh...?" Gojo Satoru's eyes widened suddenly.

He stared at me as if he couldn't understand, and seemed to even wonder if there was something wrong with my brain.

That's too much, obviously he didn't understand what I meant.

Sure enough, my lovely little young master is still very unteachable...

I let out a soft sigh, reaching up to grab his fingers.

"Why do you care so much about me treating you as a substitute, and why are you so angry, young master?"

Little by little, I forcefully broke away the boy's hand holding my collar, and held his white and flawless palm in my hand without any struggle, and stared at him with a smile that was not a smile.

"In the beginning, didn't you choose me personally, and asked me to keep you in my heart?"

"What did you say...?" Gojo Satoru's pupils shrank suddenly.

"That is to say, it's not someone else who makes me feel relieved to regard you as a substitute, but yourself."

Regardless of his shock, I continued to speak in a funny and helpless tone, and firmly grasped the hand that he subconsciously wanted to withdraw.

This action seemed to make the boy flustered. Although he tried his best to hide it, judging from his instinctive reaction of avoiding my eyes, I knew that this still immature eagle had completely fallen into chaos.

So the curvature of my lips became more profound, and I pinched his chin with the other hand, forcing him to look directly into my eyes, looking into his eyes sharply as if wanting to penetrate his whole body.

"As for your questioning why I should treat you well, it is even more unreasonable."

"You were distressed when you were very young, because no one in the Wujo family really cared about you, no one loved you, cared about you, and was willing to protect you unconditionally—so I, who treat you like a treasure, did all this for you .I care about you, love you, regard your will as my own will, and even give up my lover and children for you—”

"You asked me to accompany you, I did it, you asked me to only keep you in my heart, and I did it-I tried my best to give you everything you want, so when things come to an end, what do you do? Can you accuse me and say that I shouldn't be nice to you, shouldn't provoke you... shouldn't be so affectionate to you?"

"I said this just to tell you, young master—no matter what happens in the future, you have no right to blame me."

Under Gojo Satoru's astonished and trembling gaze, the young man with eyes as deep as a black hole tightly grasped his hand, as if he had grasped his heart, his lifeblood, and his only deathbed, and whispered to him— —

"Because everything I do is what you want."

……is that so?

Gojo Satoru stood there with chills all over his body, staring at the young man's dark blue eyes in a daze.

Was it really his fault from the beginning?Is his desire and request for Eiji the root cause of everything?

...Probably not.

Six Eyes told him so.

However, at this moment, the heart was just trembling, and the brain couldn't think of any rebuttal words.

"Do you remember?"

Fuguro Eiji was still asking him like this.

Did he remember?

Gojo Satoru doesn't know.

At this moment, it was as if a deep night enveloped him alone.

He fell into Fuguro Eiji's theory and his bottomless eyes, as if from... no, as always, into a thick and terrifying darkness.

He didn't know if he would touch the fangs of the poisonous snake or the coldness of the metal if he stretched out his hand, let alone if he continued to be stuck here, would there be a beast rushing over and tearing him apart.

That darkness is Fuguro Eiji himself, everything is unknown.

This unknown brought him deep fear.

Fear of the unknown.

Yet hopelessly attracted.