[Bungo Stray Dogs] Bless the world

There was no warmth in the boy's smile, and Yayoi held Akutagawa's hand to block most of his sight, "Excuse me, are you that guest's child?" She smiled and asked the boy in front of him, who waved his hand, "Ah , don't mind me, I'm just looking around."

Saying this, the young man took a cake and started to eat it, "You are the eldest lady of the Yoshida family, right?" After a while he smiled and said this, as if he didn't see Akutagawa next to him at all, looking straight at him and He is as tall as Yayoi.

Yayoi looked into his eyes, and was about to say something, but was dragged away by a force, "Hey, Akutagawa-kun..."

The unknown boy took the half-eaten cake, stood on the spot leaning against the table and looked indifferently at the direction Yayoi was being dragged away, then lowered his head and focused on destroying the food in his hand.

Children's desire for monopoly is really boring.

However, it was two years before we met again.

Yayoi's beloved god, a jest-loving fellow--when he got a shelter and was happy and content with it, took it all away again, with no mercy.

The little house was burning with flames.

This flame burns away everything that is happy, joyful, and satisfying.

But the reason was unusually ridiculous, ridiculous enough to make the now 16-year-old Akutagawa Ryunosuke lose his mind with anger.

——Because the children accidentally heard about illegal transactions when they went out to play, they wanted to find their homes and kill all the children.

——For such a stupid and ridiculous reason, in order to give the children time to evacuate the house, Yayoi imprisoned herself with those lawbreakers and set the whole house on fire.

For this reason, she also knocked out Sunako who refused to leave no matter what.

Mingming hugged himself and said, "It's okay." Mingming promised himself, "It's going to be okay, and it will definitely come out."

Such a woman who smiled and lied, in the end she just lied.

Akutagawa threw the Sunako on his back to Gin, every inch of the boy's heart was burned with anger and despair, the second time——

This is the second time I feel such a strong emotion, even far more than two years ago - far more than the warmth and love I felt from Yayoi, the first time I experienced this kind of strong and overwhelming despair - —The emotion called "anger" drives the teenager, and he must do something.

If he didn't do anything, he'd burn himself up too.

——Shouldn’t be leaving, no matter what—should be by the side of that foolish fool no matter what...

"Because you are the eldest brother, so... please take the other children and leave instead of me."

"—Don't worry, nothing will happen."

Those who smiled and comforted in this way did not come out of the sea of ​​fire.

So far, the only thing he wants to do is——

Let those guys be buried with them, let those who hurt Yayoi go to hell.

Maybe he will die too, he will be revenged by those people's trading partners, and be killed, but he doesn't want to take care of all this anymore, he just wants to let those people's accomplices go to hell for their ridiculous reasons go.

The boy was running, unwilling to stop even though his lungs were burning like a fire. The place and time of the transaction, the place suitable for ambush——

However, when he arrived, everything was over. The other person sat on the cement block near the corpse and flipped through books. When the young man arrived, he raised his head and said, "Hello, Akutagawa-kun."

——The boy I met two years ago can be said to be a young man now, but Akutagawa doesn't remember seeing him before, with a black coat, and—a warm smile.

"Let's put it this way, I hope to use these people as a price to persuade Akutagawa-kun to join the port mafia."

The young man named Osamu Dazai told his purpose word by word, and when the young man violently attacked his throat with his sleeve turned into a sharp blade, he nullified his ability and kicked the young man hard. His stomach made him curl up into a ball.

The diary and notebook belonging to Yayoi hidden in her bosom fell to the ground.

"Do you know why Ms. Yayoi insisted on you leaving?" The young man walked to Akutagawa's side, "Because she really... deeply loves you who is weak."

——It was because she was too weak that Yayoi died.

This sentence can almost be judged as this meaning.

If it becomes stronger, can those already cold hands touch my hair again?

If it becomes stronger, can the chest that does not rise and fall make me rely on it again?

If it becomes stronger, can the already stiff arms hug me again?

If, if it becomes enough, strong enough—that face that has been changed beyond recognition, can it... smile again?

--Will not.

In the bottom of his heart, the young man knows the answers to these questions better than anyone else.

No matter how strong you become, no matter how you roar, howl, or cry.

That person will never come back.

"Can you... make me stronger." He raised his head and looked at the young man in front of him. Even if the latter achieved his goal, he didn't seem to feel the slightest joy and satisfaction from him, just as if he As if knowing that things would develop like this, Osamu Dazai nodded, "Indeed."

The boy coughed and got up from the ground, in a state of distress, but his eyes were burning with ferocious flames.

The decision he made betrayed what Yayoi had taught him over the past two years, and betrayed the love of the gentle woman who raised him first—that no matter how much he hoped that he would live, no matter how much he could embrace the bright love — into the darkness once again.

In this world, there is no Yayoi anymore.

Since that gentle embrace and warm hands no longer belong to this world, he has no reason to stay any longer.

The "yayoi" boy hugged the earliest gift, together with the diary, like a memorial service - his lips moved, and he silently called out that name, a name he had never called before.

No matter how much you call it, there will be no answer.

Then he covered his mouth and curled up into a ball coughing.

He will never call that name again.

Every call, every thought, will be accompanied by a sharp burning pain in the heart and lungs, proving the most cowardly and incompetent side of myself who is now a running dog and vicious dog of the mafia.

This kind of self——will never call this name that represents the past that was sealed in the deepest part of his heart.

the world you love