[Comprehensive] Give me amnesia!

【3】

The snow-white blade pierced through the chest, and when it returned to the blade, blood splashed everywhere.

The dazed young lady subconsciously held the hole in her chest, the bright red liquid seeped from between her fingers and dripped onto the grass at her feet, which was extremely glaring.

【2】

"you--"

Aihara wriggled his lips, as if he wanted to say something, but was cut off by the dizziness from blood loss, and fell to the ground as soon as his calf went limp.

【1】

At the end of the countdown, Erika maintained a half-kneeling posture, and her figure disappeared suddenly, just in time to catch Satomi Aihara's fallen body.

She lowered her eyes and didn't look at my wife Yuno's expression behind her. She let her bury her head in her neck, wrapped one hand around Aihara's body, and gently stroked her back.

"Erika..."

"Well, I'm here."

Erika's tone was calm, as if no one was about to die.

The five senses suddenly became extremely sharp, as if he could hear the sound of the other party's blood flowing.

One click, one click.

Mixed with a fishy smell, the labored panting sound patted the sensitive skin on the back of Erika's neck, and the sticky liquid slipped from the back of the neck.

Erika didn't move, and let the school uniform be dyed red quickly.

"I'm... so scared."

There is no disbelief, no hysteria, the eldest lady who was born in a gangster family and has experienced life and death, is like a little girl complaining about being afraid of the dark, muttering to her sweetheart.

The heart was cut in half, and the blood supply stopped immediately, but he was still trying to stay awake. It must be very hard.

Erika thought, touching the other's cheeks, that arrogant and gorgeous face was covered with cold and wet liquid at some point, and it was still flowing continuously.

She leaned close to the ear of the other party, and whispered softly like an elder who has experienced the world telling a child later:

"Don't be afraid, you'll forget it soon, Satomi."

No happiness, but no worries, my brain is blank, and my body is fluffy.

I forgot my mother's gentle smiling face, but I also forgot those cold and lonely nights without gentle smiles and whispers.

There is no need to work hard, no struggle, no need to bear the lives of others, and no need to be carried by others.

Namba Erika had such an opportunity a long time ago, but before she set foot on the road of no return, she was cruelly and tenderly captured by a white-haired boy.

The person in her arms, the person who is about to die, is the person who admires her.

——This fact has been ignored by her, but now she can't continue.

The young miss, who was on the verge of death, struggled to raise her forearm and tried her best, but her fingertips ran across Erika's skirt as lightly as a feather.

With a slight movement in her mind, she caught the eldest lady's hanging finger and gently squeezed it into her palm.At the same time, Aihara Satomi's voice sounded dull, vague and unclear, like thunder.

【Don't be afraid, you will forget】

It seemed to be the gentle consolation of the sweetheart, but it pierced into Aihara Satomi's heart like a poison.

[This person...why doesn't he understand? 】

Before I knew it, the tears flowed even harder.

There are still many things I want to say to her, but it is difficult to even lift the back of my tongue.

The rival's eyes full of malice fell on her body, and the pain in her chest was overwhelming - even so, getting this person's active hug for the first time still made her extremely happy and at ease.

Those ugly jealousy, those unwilling squirming, with the passing of vitality, dissipated little by little.

What flows in my mind is the original picture.

That was—a one-sided first encounter that even Namba Erika herself did not understand.

The little Aihara Satomi hid in the corner, holding her knees tightly in fear, but didn't even dare to cry.

Can see scenes that even the onmyoji cannot see, but is recognized as the heir of the "Liar", unable to share his fear with others, and can only whine alone.

The eyes in the abyss hang upside down in the sky, staring at the ground through the huge hole that was broken.

She didn't know what was in there, but she wanted to escape instinctively, the farther the better - but even if she fled to the edge of the city, that eye was still hanging in the air, as if she had never been far away, it was close at hand, and every detail was visible .

She sat there exhausted, watching the sky turn from bright to dark, and the moment the sun disappeared on the horizon, colorful substances poured down from the hole and turned into "beasts" with teeth and claws, shooting in all directions.

—The girl appeared at that time.

The golden-eyed girl holding a dagger was so small in front of the hill-like beast. The moment she appeared, the giant creature seemed to smell the aroma of food, turned around and rushed towards her.

She went up to it without hesitation, and hacked at the "beast" that came flooding in with a gesture that was too proficient for her age.

There is no confusion, no fear, it is as natural as drinking water, and the tip of the knife is stabbed forward.

As the last "beast" was stabbed and dissipated, the eyes hanging in the sky slowly closed.

Satomi Aihara stared at it infatuatedly, until the girl left as lonely as when she came, and regret was born in her heart.

[Is that... a hero? 】

She guessed naively and murmured sadly.

[I lost the hero. 】

She drew those beautiful golden eyes in the picture book, but she couldn't describe a ten-thousandth of the expression in her heart.

So she continued to paint the same painting day by day, month after month, year after year.

——Even if I meet this person again

——Even if you realize that this person is not a [hero]

——Even if the memory is erased, again and again

At the moment of seeing those eyes, all emotions will return to the body.

【This person is not a hero】

【Stronger than anyone and weaker than anyone】

【If it can replace the extinguished light in her heart and become her new salvation—】

【How wonderful that would be】

Such a hopeful wish, because it cannot be fulfilled, is getting distorted day by day.

——Lucky or unlucky, she was able to die in this person's arms before she was completely distorted by her wishes and rejected by indifference.

"will forget"

— said the man.

It was as if he had seen through her struggle and pain, and uttered words of pity.

but--

【Not so】

"Erika..."

【Being able to fall in love with you is definitely not my misfortune】

"I do not want……"

【It's the sweetest, happiest and most celebratory thing in the world】

"Forget about you... ah."

【Whether you go to heaven or go to hell】

With the last bit of strength, she turned her face and kissed the black-haired girl's indifferent eyes that seemed to have no emotion.

【I will bless you, bet my weak soul, exhaust all my strength, and pray to all the gods】

【—I hope you will be happy】

The kiss that fell on the eye socket was as soft as a dream.

Erika stared at the girl in her arms, struggled, and finally stopped panting with difficulty.

She was silent for a long time, turning off the quiet telepathy.

There are so many psychological activities before death——Erika tried to think about it easily, but she couldn't take her eyes away no matter what.

She heard all the words that Aihara Satomi had time to say, but had no time to say.

Her mood was extremely complicated, but her eye sockets were extremely dry.

"Hmm...you really are soft-hearted, Xiaohui."

The girl behind her muttered in an unpredictable tone, followed by a piece of softness pressing on her shoulders, surrounded by people behind her:

"However, I can't hug her any longer. Even though she's dead, I'll still be jealous."

Erika lowered her eyes and saw that the delicate white forearm was covered with black holes, apparently pierced by bullets, but no blood flowed out.

"I also like Xiaohui who has a soft heart for others' love. But, as expected, it can't be done."

"Because, Xiaohui, you haven't softened your heart towards me?"

The girl complained sweetly and dangerously.

"Obviously I begged you, but I still listened to that strange man, turned around and left?"

"Right now, I'm very jealous and very sad. If Xiaohui wants to continue like this, I might not be able to bear it and let a few lovely classmates blow themselves up?"

"—Tell me, how about that male classmate who wears glasses?"

As if joking, the pink-haired girl giggled herself after she finished speaking.

In the ambiguous haze, the Queen's body froze suddenly.

"What's wrong?" the man below asked suspiciously, his voice was full of unsolved □□□, he raised his eyes, stared at the woman's perfect naked body with blurred eyes, and begged tremblingly, "Do it again ,I can."

In the extremely extravagant presidential suite, the curtains are drawn tightly, and the sunlight is sparsely sprinkled on the head of the bed, illuminating the woman's back full of ambiguous marks, and three or four unconscious young men who were kicked to the ground .

As if being sucked dry, the pupils were dilated, and the tip of the tongue stuck out, showing an extremely decadent look.

The Queen supported the bed board, sat up straight with her upper body casually, and the cloudy liquid slid down her thighs.It was just a slight movement, but the man who was thoroughly fucked couldn't control the fuck, and the penis he was trying to hold back shot out directly.

"Well……"

He wailed in frustration, and tried to hold the woman who was about to leave, which drew a low muffled smile from her.

"I took it, thank you."

Frankly as if receiving a Valentine's Day gift, the queen straightened her messy long hair, sat back, and watched the man's joyful smile, her eyes were indifferent:

"I just encountered a little trouble, but I think you can help me solve it."

There were two blushes on her innocent face, she bit her lower lip shyly, leaned over and whispered:

"I want more, more good men like you."

"Hey, can you find it for me?"