[Bungo Stray Dogs] Animal Three Musketeers

Natsume Soseki received a distress call from an izakaya, to the effect that they would take the two drunk and crazy people home.

He stared at the phone call that was hung up, wondering why the two of them ran to the izakaya for no reason.

The content of the phone call was also very unbelievable.

He looked up at the clear sky and suddenly had a bad feeling.

It wasn't until he came to the Japanese-style private room and heard all kinds of laughing and laughing noises from inside that he realized what the so-called call for help was all about.

Are these two people going to tear down the izakaya? !

He suddenly didn't want to go in and bring someone home, and now he wished so much that he could give up the hateful sense of responsibility in his heart and leave the two of them here to hang out all night!

"Friends walk together for life, those days are no more—"

"Let us be companions in the world of mortals, live a chic and unrestrained life—"

"He said in the wind and rain! This little pain is nothing! Don't be afraid to wipe away the tears, at least we still have dreams—"

Natsume Soseki: ...

He felt that if he was given a mirror, he would be able to see his face from blue to purple and green to black.

His expression was as rigid as ice floating on the sea in Antarctica, and he found that he was so exhausted that he didn't even have the strength to open the paper door, and his whole body and mind were exhausted from the water.

Even if he was mentally prepared, at the moment when everything in the room was projected｜ into his iris, he still gave two rigid hehes and stared indifferently at the two good brothers, Shinsuke Sakaguchi and Mizumi Hatta, howling at the table in an unknown tune .

The hands of both parties were placed on each other's shoulders. After drinking, Nobusuke Sakaguchi, who was good at drinking, and Mizumi Hatta, who was not good at drinking, flushed. The free hand was not idle, holding an empty wine glass and facing each other. The cup that can't fry the wheat roared like a cat.

Natsume Soseki wondered if he would wake up or faint if he hit the back of the head with a cane. He really didn't want his ears to be poisoned.

In the end, reason prevailed over emotion. He closed the door again and turned his back to the private room, looking for the mobile phone contact who could best clean up the round-frame glasses inside. After seeing a reliable person, he dialed without hesitation.

After talking about the cause and effect of the incident one after another, and the man promised to come within 10 minutes, Natsume Soseki opened the door again, broke the entangled hands between the two, carried the girl on his shoulders, and walked out without looking back. Door.

Nobusuke Sakaguchi.

He threw it to Sakaguchi Shinsuke's colleagues, and he couldn't afford two of them.

No one was tossing and shouting together, but Hatta Mizusui became quiet instead.

The evening breeze by the sea was refreshing and comfortable, and under Natsume Soseki's blunt actions and coolness, the state of drunkenness gradually disappeared.She stared at the concrete floor moving forward with dazed eyes, and asked inarticulately, "Why did I sleep so long? Has Natsume-kun come to pick me up?"

"...you didn't sleep." Natsume Soseki sighed the loudest ever, and put the person down with a flip of his hand, and changed it to his back. He adjusted his crooked hat, "Why did you drink like this?" ?”

"I don't know, I drank the liqueur recommended by Sakaguchi Nobusuke." Mizumi Hatta was paralyzed on his back, his red face was deformed by the weight of his back, and he asked in a soft voice with his slumped shoulders and a long voice. "Where are we going—"

Natsume Soseki stopped at his feet.

The girl's voice was softer than ever before. It was different from her usual tone of voice that made people feel uncomfortable and had no courage to approach her. This voice was full of heart-warming waves, as if it contained the greatest tenderness in the world.

He turned his head back quietly, and his eyes fell into the pair of watery golden eyes. Everything in his vision became slow, as if it could stagnate at any time.

The hustle and bustle of the surroundings faded away like a tide, and the lights cast on the street were bright and hot. Natsume Soseki turned his head in a hurry, and hurriedly raised his feet and continued to walk forward.

"Your heartbeat..."

Natsume Soseki was shocked.

"It's so fast, do you have a heart attack, or are you running?" Hatta Mizusui closed his eyes, still not sober, "You have been like this several times, why don't you go to the hospital?"

"I'm..." Natsume Soseki choked, and reflexively quickened his pace, trying to strengthen the credibility of his words, "I'm running."

"Lies—!" Hatta Mizusui raised his voice to show his dissatisfaction, "I can hear you, I can hear you completely!"

A gust of cool wind hit, Hatta Mizumi shrank several times, and finally reached out and hugged Natsume Soseki who wanted to ask "what is hearing?" but was beaten back and stuffed back into his stomach.

A slight numbness is conveyed to the brain, followed by irreplaceable warmth.

This is the first time for Natsume Soseki to take care of a drunk woman.

He is difficult to deal with, but he is not annoying at all. To be honest, he still has a sense of pride of being trusted and relied on.

And the joy in my heart that is about to explode.

He has seen the scenery along the way countless times, but now that he has scanned the past, he has discovered many strange and new things.

"Natsume-kun."

"Yes." Natsume Soseki responded quietly, "Are you sleepy?"

Hatta Mizusui sobbed secretly, subconsciously covering it up with a smile, "I don't want to go home."

"...you can drink some hangover soup when you go back."

"That's not my home." Hatta Mizusui retorted stubbornly, "That's your home, my home is long gone."

"Then rebuild." As soon as Natsume Soseki finished speaking, he realized whether there was any deep meaning hidden in this sentence, and hurriedly added, "Didn't you want to create a new home before? Why not. "

"..."

Hatta Mizumi didn't speak any more, and Natsume Soseki also walked in silence. When he crossed a bridge, he suddenly noticed that the clothes on his back were wet.

He originally thought that Hatta Mizusui would not have any weak side.Even for this incident, which was like a meteorite from outside the sky, she did not shed tears in front of Badianyu's body.

In many difficult moments in the past, she never seemed to give in and forbear.Like a mighty piece of gold, it shines brightly in the darkest places of Yokohama.

But at this time, he felt that she was much smaller, as if she was a kitten abandoned on the street whining for help, struggling to escape from the capricious fate.

"...we have finished this road." Natsume Soseki repeated, "we will be able to go home after we have finished this road."

"Home...?" Mizusui Hatta struggled to open his eyes and asked in confusion.

"There are newly installed wind chimes and a TV set at home." Natsume Soseki slowly counted the items just added today, "There is also a baby cot."

"Is it really my home?" Hatta Mizushui hugged him tightly, fearing that this promise would disappear without a trace, anxiety crept up his face, "Aren't you going?"

Natsume Soseki's footsteps did not choose to stop.

His words mixed with the waves, if there is nothing, but very solemn.

"Go with you, you won't be afraid."

Hatta Mizusui was sober for a while.

After reminiscing on the other party's answer just now, it seemed like I was in another world.

She guessed that she was probably drunk.It may be that I miss it too much, so I have unrealistic hallucinations.

So she let herself into the darkness, found a comfortable position and closed her eyes with a smile.

Even a dream made her happy.