Yukimura's shadow

"Hey, listen, I hate this name!" The man lowered his face as he spoke, but it seemed that he was afraid of the ghost lamp. Although his tone was not very good, he didn't make a move, but retreated a little unconsciously. .

Smart people always know where the boundaries are, even if they want to be arrogant.

He managed to convince himself that.

But the fact is that the once all-powerful Mr. Voldemort directly changed from a majestic tiger to a cat that can only show its teeth and claws when facing a guy who can freeze his magic power.

Voldemort, a man whose name was once feared, is now a special prisoner in the Eastern Hell, the main force of the large-scale project "Mending the Sky".

The Japanese man on the opposite side, who was a head shorter than him, was holding the mace upright at this time, with his eyes half closed, the corners of his mouth curled up, and his chin raised, looking extremely disgusted.

He held the mace so easily, it seemed like he was just holding a toy, but Tom swore that after being taught a lesson by this guy with the mace, he never wanted to try it again.

Annoyance flashed in the dark green pupils, barely covered by the swaying hair as the figure dodged.

A little ashamed to say.

"When you invited me here, you agreed that I would study soul knowledge, so I came here." He held on to his aura and did not show weakness at all. He even brushed off his sleeves, showing condescension Expensive.

Yes, it wasn't like that at first.

Voldemort—oh, no, Mr. Tom Riddle was a powerful and lawless guy, and even if he died in a duel with that weak savior, it was only because of an accident—he was killed by his own Avada Killed...

Cough, all in all, Mr. Riddle is also a powerful and lawless guy after his death.

Since the first Horcrux was destroyed very early, most of the soul fragments returned or were retrieved by him after death.But only the first one is missing.

Tom, whose soul is incomplete, cannot enter reincarnation. There is one less disaster in the world, but hell suffers.

In a sense, Tom has obtained "eternal life in hell". After the goal he had been pursuing so hard was realized in disguise, life suddenly became boring, and he acted more and more unreasonably.

Although his appearance had returned to the handsome and mature appearance of his youth, the former great black wizard slowly became more and more like a child when he didn't know it.

The old naughty boy was acting recklessly in the western hell with a magic wand. The seven big devils played football with the excuse of "he doesn't belong to my jurisdiction". Successfully sent him to the East.

"The study of the soul in the East is much more advanced than ours."

"I heard that the dead people on their side need to seduce their souls, unlike ours where the souls come here out of nowhere."

"Perhaps the piece you lack has drifted east."

"Their erotic errand is about to change. Go and see, maybe you can take a good look at the newcomer training."

...

"Mr. Voldemort! It's better to leave! There will be no date~"

So his Eastern vacation plan was decided.

However, his happy days of doing evil and being free and free ended after seeing this guy named Ghost Lamp.

"If you can give me a satisfactory reason for absenteeism within ten seconds, maybe I can consider doing it lightly." Ghost Lantern twitched the corners of his mouth, half-smile, and something called excitement gradually ignited in his eyes. The corners of his eyes glowed slightly red, extremely coquettish.

This kind of disobedient guy, Ghost Lantern likes it the most.The more disobedient he is, the more he enjoys the correction process.

Seeing the expression of the ghost lamp, the consequences of many encounters have given Tom a little conditioned reflex.But his pride never disappoints the ghost lamp, he always keeps him excited——

"Well, just a jailer."

"The great Voldemort can do whatever he wants." He snorted coldly and took a big step back. Although physical skills have always been a wizard's weakness, it doesn't mean he won't learn.

"Heh~" the ending sound of Ghost Lamp gave Yami goosebumps all over her body.

"that…"

The atmosphere between the two suddenly became tense, and Yami was extremely nervous sitting on the chair beside her.

She puffed up secretly in her heart, and finally weighed it and felt that she couldn't stop it, so she decided to find a place to hide first.

She just stood up and was about to say something when she suddenly became dizzy and her eyes went dark.

The movement here awakened the ghost lamp, the chair Yami was sitting on shook and then fell to the ground with a slap, but there was no sign of her in the room.

Ghost Lantern seemed to think of something, Mo Yu's eyes flashed with anger, and his face became extremely ugly. He didn't care about the dispute, and appeared in front of Tom in the next second and grabbed his collar.

"Let me ask you, how far has the plan to mend the sky progressed?"

Tom frowned in disgust, the ghost lamp was so close to him at this moment, he could even see his own disgust in the other's eyes—wait a minute, Merlin's beard!Why do you look so shy!

"Stay away from me!" Feeling the loosening of the magic seal at that moment, Tom pushed him away, straightened his clothes with a sullen expression, and took out his wand to clean himself up—especially when he was touched by the ghost lamp just now. The place where I passed!

"Where is the progress!" Ghost Lamp snorted coldly and chased after him. Tom regained control of the magic power and was no longer afraid of him.Several instant spells were used, but all of them were dodged by the ghost lamp.

Good skill, good enough to practice for him.

Tom twitched the corners of his mouth, revealing a wicked smile.But he wasn't sure when the magic power would be frozen again, and while he kept dodging, he suddenly had the idea of ​​playing tricks on the ghost lamp.

He tucked his wand in his sleeve robe and muttered the teleportation spell silently in his heart, but even so, the ghost lamp still kept on chasing him.

As soon as it flashed somewhere, the ghost lamp swung the mace over as if it had eyes behind it.Tom quickly lifted his robe to avoid it. Seeing that the mace was about to hammer a big hole in the ground, the ghost lamp easily turned it around.

The two quickly rushed out of the room. Although they hid in a panic, Tom didn't take it seriously.

"Call to the great Mr. Voldemort, and I may consider—" he sneered.

"Or..." he paused, "cough, give me your horns—dammit!"

"Merlin's panties! My wand!"

The ghost lamp broke off the stick-like thing in his hand expressionlessly, and looked at Tom who was imprisoned in magic again.

"You just said, what do you want to touch? Huh?"

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Amanohashidate Sanatorium in Kyoto Prefecture.

"How about it?"

Seeing the door of the ward open, people immediately surrounded him.The woman who came out of the room shook her head and closed the door behind her back.The woman is very thin, and she looks very seductive in a windbreaker and boots. Her cheekbones are slightly high, and she looks a bit mean. She frowns slightly, and she has an aura that is not angry but majestic.

"Not awake." She took the coffee handed by the man, walked to the side bench and sat down. Although she didn't show it on the surface, she still kept the noise of her high heels to a minimum with great care.

"...I shouldn't have left her here alone." The man leaned against the wall in annoyance, covering his face with his hands, and slowly inserting his fingers into his hair.

Nagasawa Aoi glanced at her husband, but finally said nothing.

At this time, it was the New Year, and all companies in Japan were on their new year holidays. There were only a few on-duty personnel in the hospital, so the entire corridor looked extremely empty.

This is the psychiatric department of the nursing home. Patients are either unable to go out or unwilling to go out. They are usually fine, but this time it is a bit scary.

The daughter was in a coma for more than three months for no reason. During this period, they also went back and forth between France and Japan many times, but each time they died without a cause.

The younger son was left at the main family in Kyoto, and he was not allowed to come with him this time. Children who are older than the Chinese New Year are not suitable for admission to the hospital.

In the past, Yami could not travel far away at will because of her practice, so almost every year, her father Pierre, who is a painter, would bring his younger brother to live with him for a period of time by virtue of his job.

"I really don't like this place..." Nagasawa Aoi frowned and clicked his tongue.

"But the familiar environment might make her wake up faster..." Another voice suddenly sounded, and a woman in a white coat came out from the corner of the stairs.She has a fat figure and looks extremely easy-going.

"What a surprise, didn't you take a vacation?" This is Nagasawa Aoi's college roommate. Although they have different majors, they have a good friendship.

"I'm alone if I'm off. It's better to come and accompany my patient." Yamada shrugged, looking helpless.

"Just after finishing the book donation, someone came to tell me that someone was going to visit Masami, and I guessed it was you." Yamada nodded to Pierre as a greeting, and Pierre returned the greeting with a stiff face. .

"Donate books?"

"Well, donated to the Tokyo General Hospital." Nursing homes often pack up some old books and donate them. "Yami used to like watching..."

"...She has always liked reading..." Aoi Nagasawa sighed. Although she was not around, she was very fond of her daughter's hobbies.

Yamada also exhaled when she heard that, and she sat down beside Nagasawa Aoi, staring at the ward with the closed door.

"Where was the room she lived in at that time...how many years? Ten years?"

"Nine years and eight months." Mother added lightly.

Many years ago, Nagasawa Masami also lived in this nursing home, but she was too young at that time, maybe she has forgotten or maybe...

The author has something to say: sugar in the next chapter.

Hmm...Maybe it's because the three-dimensional thing has too much influence, and my writing can easily become dark...

I will pay close attention to this problem!After all, people want to be a cute little sun hee hee

☆, beginning of spring

In February, the beginning of spring.

This year's spring came earlier, although the weather forecast said that the snow season in Tokyo would last until around Valentine's Day, but the green shoots can't wait to come out.

Having just sent his mother away, Yukimura was about to read some poems, but when he opened the book and saw the words on it, he couldn't read it.

I often have this dream, strange and sad:

A strange woman, I love her, and she loves me too.

Every time she changes slightly, but remains the same.

"She loves me and understands me."

After reading the last sentence, Yukimura sighed, simply put the book aside, and picked up his potted plants.

After a whole winter, although the plants were a little drooping, thanks to his meticulous care, they finally survived.He moved all the potted plants back to the windowsill.

At this time, his health has improved a lot. Although he is still unable to participate in strenuous exercise, there is basically no problem in moving without crutches.

He picked up the shower with one hand and started watering, gently stroked the leaves with the other hand, and thought of her again inadvertently, shaking his hand abruptly, and sprinkled a lot.

After disappearing last time, Yami hasn't appeared again in this month.

At first, Yukimura wondered if it was because he acted too hastily, making her at a loss.But as time passed, he became more and more uneasy, always feeling that something big was about to happen.

Where is she now?

"Ah~ spring is here~"

Nobuo's voice suddenly came from outside the window. Yukimura looked down. Nobuo was breathing in the fresh air. When he noticed the movement upstairs, he smiled and raised his head to meet Yukimura Seiichi.

"Right? Yukimura?"

Yukimura slammed the window shut with a smile on his face.

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Tokyo General Hospital, Psychological Counseling Office.

"I can only play for a while." Dr. Okubo looked at the two people sitting in the living room, shrugged helplessly, then walked to the desk and began to search.

Nobuo smiled innocently, his eyes kept falling on Dr. Okubo, and Yukimura who was beside him silently took a panoramic view of the picture.

Soon Okubo came over with something, a deck of playing cards.

She was sitting on the sofa on the other side, with her legs crossed, and her demeanor revealed the unique charm of a young mature woman.

She drew out the playing cards very skillfully, and then began to shuffle the cards.The skilful appearance looks exactly like the usual gentle and freehand nurse.

"Let's play ghost hunting." Nobuo was not surprised at all, he glanced at Okubo, and then turned to ask Yukimura, "Can you play?"

Yukimura glanced between the two of them, and the corners of his lips curled up.

"Of course."

Ghostbusters is a very popular poker game among young people in Japan.Get rid of the big king and the advertisement.Draw a card to make a ghost card. After the remaining cards are distributed, first eliminate the pair in your hand, then draw each other in order, and still eliminate the pair. Whoever has the last single out of the joke card loses. (Azha’s hometown name is Touching the Turtle)

Dr. Okubo consciously acted as a croupier, tapping the cards with his slender fingers, and the sunlight came in from the open window behind her, just reflecting on the table.

The breeze also slipped in through the gap, and the flaxen hair danced, forcing her to stop and tie her hair up.A faint lemon scent slowly dissipates in the air.

Yukimura grabbed his own cards and held them in his hand, a considerable number of cards slowly spread out into a nice shape in his hands.

"Doctor Okubo has always liked to use this scented shampoo." He said casually while eliminating the pairs in his hand.

"This smell?" Dr. Okubo was stunned for a moment, then he reacted and said with a smile, "it's lemon."

"The taste of lemon can soothe the mood and relieve stress." Doctor Okubo blinked, "This is a little secret recipe for a psychiatrist."

Nobuo also smiled, and held the adjusted cards in his hand, but couldn't help feeling in his pocket with the other hand.

There are lemons that he carries every day.

The match begins.

"Actually... I have always wanted to consult the doctor with a question." Yukimura said hesitantly, allowing Okubo to take the poker from his hand.

"Excuse me." The doctor threw the pair on the table.

Yukimura pursed his lips, heartbroken.

"...I seem to... have someone I like. But no matter how I hint, she seems to be avoiding me..."

Now that you're ready to ask, let's ask boldly. It's not shameful. It's not his style to use "I have a friend" instead.

"Eh? Emotional problem?" The doctor sighed and raised her head. She thought for a while and then asked, "What kind of person is the other party?"

...

The happy time is always short, and after an hour, Dr. Okubo drove the two of them out of the office.

"It wouldn't be nice to be seen playing cards here!" was what she said.

Looking at the closed door, Nobuo and Yukimura looked at each other, and Yukimura followed Nobuo and walked out slowly.

"Just now... why did you ask the doctor's boyfriend..."

"Eh?"

Nobuo stopped in his tracks and turned to look at Yukimura who didn't know why.

"Her boyfriend passed away very early. It happened many years ago. I heard that I was still discussing what to have for dinner with her normally that night, and then I was depressed and committed suicide."

"...it sounds like..."

"It's a pity that she really committed suicide." Nobuo twitched the corner of his mouth, "That's why she wants to become a psychiatrist."

"..." Yukimura didn't know how to respond, no wonder Okubo was ambiguous when answering this question.

"You know very well..."

Nobuo smiled and ignored the hint in his words, and put his hand on his shoulder, "So, while you still have a chance, go ahead and speak boldly!"

Seeing the teasing in his smile, Yukimura felt inexplicably ashamed.

"...to be said so by a senior who has never been in a relationship..."

"...don't provoke me." Nobuo led the way again, "It's noon soon, let's go back first."

"By the way, let's take you to my secret base next time." He narrowed his eyes slightly, and raised the corners of his lips in a nice way.

"Secret base?"

"Well, the secret base..."

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In the afternoon is a routine inspection.

After finishing a series of examinations, Yukimura dragged his exhausted body back to the ward.

Soon, there was a sound of rushing water in the bathroom.

After the hot water came out, Yukimura reached out and turned off the faucet.He reached out and pressed the switch of the Yuba, and the strong light shone on the young man, and his naked/exposed upper body was shining with a light honey color under the light.

He looked back subconsciously, and the shadow under his feet was particularly distinct.

He paused, and couldn't help but turn on all the lights. After finding the angle, the main shadow area looked as thick as ink.

But still nothing happened.

After finally making up my mind to confess, that person never showed up.

Yukimura sighed, in fact, his plan was not like this at the beginning.

He considered himself a very patient person, and he was quick to notice when he developed feelings for Masami that went beyond friendship.What he said back then - oh, put a long line to catch big fish.

But his patience was running out.The timing and changes of Yami's appearance these few times have become more and more strange. For some reason, he has a strong sense of crisis in his heart.

Sure enough, what I like, I still have to grab it early.

Thinking of this, he took a shower indiscriminately, changed his clothes, rubbed his wet hair and left the bathroom.He remembered the last time his mother kept the hair dryer outside...

He squatted down and rummaged through the storage racks, and suddenly there was a sound of a heavy object falling to the ground behind him. Just as he turned his head, someone rushed over and hugged him.

The two fell to the ground together, and the box containing the hair dryer rolled to the other side.

But he didn't have time to think about so much at this time, the person who was hugging him tightly in front of him surprised him.

"Ya... Yami?"

"Yukimura-kun... Yukimura-kun..." Masami kept chanting his name, her voice was choked and hoarse, and only then did Yukimura realize that something was wrong.

The little black head was leaning tightly against his chest, and his hands were tightly hugging him, as if the whole body was attached to his body.Like terrified.

Yukimura barely sat up against the wall, and Masami also sat up while hanging on top of him.

Yukimura hesitated for a moment, stretched out one hand to hug her, and stroked her head with the other hand, stroking her black hair gently.

"What's wrong?" He asked softly, with concern in his eyes that he didn't realize.

Yami didn't speak, but hugged him even tighter, rubbing her head against his chest, there were some wet marks in the corners of her eyes, and her body couldn't stop shaking.

Yukimura sighed and raised her face with his hands.The originally delicate face was now covered with stains, and there were even some wound marks of different shades. The injury seemed to be almost healed, but the scars had not completely disappeared.

"Don't, don't look..." Masami struggled to cover her face but Yukimura grabbed her hands.

It was only then that he realized that even though the white dress she was wearing all year round looked like new, the embarrassment under the dress could not be concealed.

Yukimura took a deep breath.

"Don't look..."

As his eyes moved, Yami twisted unnaturally to cover the wound, but Yukimura directly curled up her legs and sandwiched her between them.

"Look at me." He ordered forcefully.

Yami was forced to lift her chin, and there were still traces of moisture in her eyes.He took a deep breath, suppressed the anger in his heart, and tried to soften his tone, "...what happened? Huh?"

"Yukimura-kun..." Her voice was still crying.

Yukimura sighed, resisting the urge to kiss the teardrops at the corners of her eyes, covered her eyes with his hand, and rubbed his chin on the top of her head gently.

"Don't be afraid... Masami, tell me, what happened?"

The author has something to say: ...so what happened? (spread hands)

☆, strong