[Gintama] Craftsman's Word

She dreamed of flames.

The blazing flames, like crows smelling death, swooped layer by layer. The wooden houses hidden in the quiet valley beeped in the flames, collapsed and turned into ashes.

The flames in the dream seemed to have real heat, evaporating the water in her body, making her throat dry and her skin burning.She wanted to stay away, but her legs uncontrollably led her towards the sea of ​​flames.

The flames were like puppies having fun, swirling around her feet, the high temperature of the distorted air tore the skin and steamed the blood, and she fell to the ground, pressing her palms on a sticky and slippery place.It was blood, the blood that flowed on the ground after being scorched by the flames congealed into a sticky dark red, sticking to her hands as if she was about to open her mouth to pull out the thick bones, dragging her into the boundless blood-colored prison.

She scratched her palms on the ground in a panic, but thicker blood fat floated up on the ground, and the flames danced enchantingly on the blood fat like a ghost that had been given life, whistling.The flames finally jumped up to her body unscrupulously, and she slammed it hard, only to realize that she also rolled in a pool of blood, and her body was mottled red.

Blood and flames surged, as if a winding road had been paved, and the burning pain disappeared. She looked back from the mottled body, and at the end of the road, there was a large scorched object, which had been engulfed by the flames. Can't tell what happened.It wasn't the wreckage of the wooden house. A voice in her heart urged her to go forward, but her legs were uncontrollable again and she struggled to escape.

The angry flames suddenly covered the bed, and the scorching pain doubled sharply. She stared wide-eyed and searched in the flames, and a strange feeling vaguely arose. She knew the scorched object.The hazy picture was about to come out, and it only needed a thread to move it. She stretched out her hand to capture it, but the foggy picture was shattered first.

The quiet valley, the collapsed wooden house, the rising flames, all the pictures are like a broken mirror, dissolving piece by piece, leaving behind the darkness full of nothingness and doubts.

She woke up from the darkness, but the flames in the dream seemed to have penetrated the dream and burned her down.

The throat felt like a red-hot iron was attached, and the flesh and blood scorched and stuck together before being torn apart abruptly; the nasal cavity was filled with a strange smell of blood and rust, and the extremely light breathing was like a sharp knife of ice cutting through the stiff and fragile trachea.The itching on the left side of the face was like termites gnawing on the withered bark, and the back was almost as cold as a stone without feeling.

She looked at the roof of the room that belonged to her, and couldn't remember what went crazy before she lay down.

She was hurt, but why was she hurt?

The master has always strictly controlled her behavior. She has no friends to play with, and this serious injury is not a joke. The purpose of the person who injured her is obviously more deadly.Although she occasionally provokes the nearby children, she is often caught by the master in time, and has no indissoluble hatred with anyone; it is unlikely that someone will take the initiative to bully her. Umbrella Man".Could it be that she was envied by fate—such as her beauty—so that she was hit by a meteorite from the sky while walking...

And that strange dream, does it have any deep meaning, does it have anything to do with her injury?Does the road of fire paved with blood symbolize the road of the strong she chose?But what was that charred object?The answer in the dream seemed to be within reach, but she couldn't grasp it and broke it. Shouldn't she think about it carefully?

Thinking about the tragic dream for a while, my head hurts.

She raised her right hand to rub her forehead, and when she shook her neck, the collar was itchy. She scratched casually, but unexpectedly, what she got was not the collar, but a lock of soft and smooth hair.

Ok?

Her hair is not as long as her shoulders, so this feeling doesn't belong to her, does it?She followed it suspiciously, and suddenly there was a fluffy head resting on her left arm.The skin in her hands was warm and delicate, rising and falling with her slow breathing, she was startled, and slid her right hand onto the other's defenseless neck.

Her heart beat violently like a drum for a while, and then gradually returned to calmness. A thin layer of sweat broke out from her palm, but the skin under her palm was still warm and undulating.This is her room, she was injured again, Master will not let irrelevant and dangerous people in, she trusts Master.

The body that was so heavy as if it had been run over finally felt a dull sense of heavy pressure. She endured the pain and lifted her neck. Because her left arm was under the opponent's head, she barely supported her sideways, only to realize that her left shoulder was also Injured, tearing and stinging.The pain floated in the flesh and did not go deep into the bone marrow. She glanced at the bandages and saw that there was no blood oozing, so she first looked at the person in her arms who abused the wounded.

What catches the eye is a head of orange-pink hair and fair skin, with a handsome appearance. As far as Yetu is concerned, even though he is still young, he can be regarded as handsome and outstanding; his pink lips are pursed into a line, and only a little bit of satisfaction is left at the corners of his lips smile.Judging from his height and immature face, this little boy who hugged her tightly and slept soundly should not be as old as her. After she carefully looked at him, she patted his shoulder to wake him up.

"Ugh-"

With a slender throat like a coquettish little animal, he withdrew his little hand from grabbing her lapel to rub his eyes.The azure blue pupils looked like extremely gorgeous gems, covered with layers of mist from sleepiness, looking at her wetly.

"white……"

He really knew her.Hearing him call her name, she breathed a sigh of relief again, and was about to ask where the master was, but her wrist tightened.

"Su!" The bright blue eyes lit up, and the vigorous lion cub jumped at her cheerfully, hugging her neck and rubbing it left and right, "You're awake!"

Her precarious body was easily thrown down by him, and her spine hit the hard bed board, causing her to throb in pain. He also sensed his recklessness, got up in a hurry, and asked her nervously: "How are you? Is the wound still serious? Excuse me, can I help you look?"

She waved her hand to signal no, while thinking about his very familiar attitude towards her.The demeanor is intimate and natural, the burning surprise, the anxious anxiety, and the strong emotion are expressed. Our relationship should be close.But she was blank.She couldn't remember how she was so badly injured and lethargic, let alone this beautiful guy with blue eyes.If the previous dream contained clues to the reality, she could understand that there was no trace of him at all.

He avoided the left side and held her right hand tightly. His small palms were firmer than she imagined; probably because she had been silent for too long, his eyes and expression were worried.

She was deliberating whether to confide the truth to him bluntly, or to avoid making him too sad, and she raised her left hand to scratch her cheek while hesitating. When she touched the dry and rough skin, she remembered that she had felt the pain on the left cheek before. pain.She stroked it in a little detail, strangely, it was a severe sunburn, because she took strict precautions, this is the most difficult injury to appear on her body...

"Su, are you angry..."

Ignored by her again and again, he looked uneasy, took her left hand, and looked at her repeatedly while looking at her eyes, while approaching anxiously.

She wanted to explain that she was not angry, everything about him, the intersection of him and her, she knew nothing, her memory was blank.She couldn't think of a reason to be angry.

The sudden licking blocked the spreading gap, and the soft tongue slowly slid across the dry and chapped skin with moist moisture.She was startled, her head exploded with a "buzz", and her blood surged up, burning from the inside out.

The tips of orange-pink hair fluttered in sight; her small white hands held hers tightly, one of which revealed an inexplicable but slightly comical purple corner on the palm; the knees supported all the weight, and there were many mixed colors on the close body. She could tell which ones belonged to her... She turned her eyes indiscriminately and interpreted the messy information meaninglessly. Instead of calming down, her thoughts became even more chaotic.

He was stained with her smell, blended with his own, and adjusted into a bittersweet and seductive breath.The saliva wets the uneven cracks, bringing the itching of aggression, and the tip of the tongue drags across, leaving a coolness, as if the depleted land is moistened by sweet rain.The scabbed scars must be ugly and terrible. He carefully traced and sketched it like tasting sweet honey, and the sticky touch receded or stuck together, and made a small rustling sound from time to time, which hit her more than the rapid breathing. Trembling.

No one has ever been so close and intimate to her before, and she will burn if it continues.

She grabbed the pillow and patted the orange-pink head, causing him to tilt and fall off the bed.

"While I'm defenseless, Su..."

The soft nasal voice seemed resentful, and it seemed that she was simply acting like a baby. A pair of small hands pushed to the edge of the bed, and her innocent and lovely face was filled with grievances.He flicked the dust off his body, paused while looking at her, suddenly showed a bewildered expression, and said in a panic, "Are you really angry?"

She shook her head slowly, trying to say something unfamiliar to him, but suddenly found that she had raised the back of her hand to cover the bridge of her nose at some point, covering half of her sight, while there was a warm and cool touch on her face, and there were constant tears. New tears rolled down.

She... is sad?Because of missing whitespace?

Or... She had to cruelly hurt him and live up to the crystal clear sincerity in those eyes that focused on her.

"white……"

The voice was timid, and he was so nervous that he didn't know where to put his hand. He lifted it up and hid it behind his back, and finally reached out tentatively, and carefully wiped away her tears with the back of his hand.

Obediently bordering on loyal.

A fishy-sweet breath suddenly rushed to her mouth and nose, her vision blurred for a while, the air squeezed to distort her ears and facial muscles, she was driven by her intuition—perhaps something even more inexplicable—she pounced, her hands Grabbing the slender neck that seemed to be broken, she straddled him and crushed him firmly to death.

Tears couldn't stop falling, and a voice yelled frantically, "Kill him! Kill him!" She shook her head and refused to grasp the source of the voice, but her hands involuntarily tightened and tightened.

"It seems that you still haven't woken up, Su." The soft voice faded away from anxiety, he breathed a brisk sigh of relief, and changed to a sweet and cloying tone, "You scared me, like you are angry and hate me or something .”

The azure eyes blinked, and in an instant, the clouds and the moon were seen, and the wet mist was lifted, revealing a clear and pure light.

"Do you want to kill me that much? You can't forget it, can't wait?"

He happily read the confession-like sentences, with eager eyes and eager eyes, and his actions were unambiguous. He grabbed her wrist and broke it from his neck.He opened his arms, took her hands behind his back, and gave her a hug.

"Don't worry, don't worry, I will always be with you. There are as many opportunities as you want. Of course, it's the same with me. You have to stay with me until the end."

The warm breath blew past like a feather, and the words caused cheerful agitation, as if there was a strange sweet smell diffused, and the fishy sweet smell that enveloped her from the inside became more and more intense.There is something in the bottom of my heart, like a scourge behind the gate, restlessly about to move.

Tears wet his shoulders, he smiled and stroked her head, whispering to himself, soft and firm.

"Su, we are walking the same road. You can't stand in front of me. You are mine. I will clear all obstacles to your arrival."