[Tutor Squalo] Moon and Shark

I wonder what the bang-free shark in front of me is thinking.

Squalo stared at me with expressionless or complicated eyes.I stand up and hug him.It's winter, and he's wearing a winter uniform, a style I've never seen before, a ginger hoodie with a fringe of fluffy white fur that makes him look as young as a college student.

I touched the circle of fluff quietly, and touched it again.Touch again.

Squalo suddenly tightened his arms and almost strangled my waist.I let out a "wow", took the opportunity to bury my face in his hair, and rubbed against his warm neck to warm the tip of my cold nose.

"Luna, do you know how many times I have lost you?" His voice was stiff and flat, like the cold and thick metal plates around him, showing a terrible hollow.

"Three times. The first time I thought you died in a plane crash, the second time in Japan, I thought you were going to die in front of me. The third time you were even tortured to death not too far from me. I Watched that video back and forth how many times ... I don't remember how many times."

"If I hadn't looked at it from the beginning, I wouldn't have believed that that bloody corpse was you." His arms and voice were trembling slightly, but it was more like an uncontrollable killing intent than fear, "Now I I just want to kill you. Rather than let you die again in the hands of other garbage, I will kill you. It only takes one sword; one sword will end."

He is serious.He really thought it would be better to kill me immediately.But even so...

Even so, he hugged me so tightly that he couldn't hold his hands free, how could he draw his sword?

I patted him on the back.Even through the thick winter jacket, you can feel the muscle lines that have been tempered by fighting all the year round.There is no trace of excess fat, all muscles that contain explosive power and endurance.This not only allowed him to swing a stormy sword move in a short period of time, but also made him hug me like a boa constrictor strangling its prey, almost strangling me to death.

His grief was beyond my imagination.He still wanted to kill me when he was a child.He is a pure mafia, like a shark, with a habit of bloody killing and death as a daily routine.He does not actively seek death, but he is never afraid of death; whether it is his own or someone else's.Same for me.Didn't I say that the killers are always killed, we have long ago had the consciousness to close our eyes forever.

I thought so.I thought that since he grabbed me tightly and said fiercely that he would keep me by his side no matter what, he was ready to lose me at any time.And since I said yes to him—since I'm finally married to the shark, I'm ready to do the same.

In the end... after all, it was just a rational preparation.

"Squalo..." I patted his head carefully, "This is the fate of the Mafia. It is useless to escape, and even escape will only make things worse. Isn't it what you often say? A swordsman fears no battle."

He was motionless, his head pressed against my side.I couldn't turn my head, I could only try to imagine his face, and the expressions he might have.But thinking about it, I was thinking of Squalo ten years ago; he was peeling my oranges, focused like he was doing a great job.Did I tell him that he had beautiful long fingers when he broke the oranges into pieces?

It seemed to me that, in fact, it turned out that Spelby Squalo was always a good-looking man.good-looking.special.I am such a superficial woman.

After a long time, the silence and silent breathing also stretched for a long time.He asked me a question in an unusually small voice.

"Luna," he asked, "why did you keep that child?"

"...Ah?" I could hear the resentment in his tone, and I couldn't help being startled, thinking that ten years later, I cheated and became pregnant with someone else's child?God, is it so bloody?

"I've already told you... You know that pregnancy may deprive you of your powers and make you a weak ordinary person. But it's at such a dangerous time. Why on earth did you keep that child? You It doesn't matter if you don't have children." He asked stubbornly.

Ah... that's right.The reason for our dispute turned out to be this.

I was silent for a while.I have to think about it.

"Well, let me ask first, is that my child and yours?" I asked.

"...Idiot!! Of course it's ours!! Idiot, whose child do you want to conceive!!" He was finally overwhelmed by me, and yelled loudly in my ear.That's right, this is the Squalo I'm familiar with.

"Then it's very clear." I struggled a little out of his overly tight embrace, and put on a smiling face at him, hoping to comfort him, "Because it's your child, so I want to stay. I heard that A mother will have a natural love for her child, and if it is a child brought about by love... I definitely don't want to give up. The feeling of killing him is similar to killing you."

What is there to ask about such an obvious fact?I thought so, but this sentence made Squalo stunned.He stared at me blankly, his pupils almost shrank.Those cheek lines that suddenly tense... Is it because of surprise or pain?

I couldn't help but reflect: Could it be that my comfort had the opposite effect?

Before I could think of a one, two, three, Squalo pushed my head back into his arms again.I was going to protest, but dropped the idea the next second.

Tears flowed into the gap between my hair and ears as the man held me.Just a little, not much, but hot enough.I almost jumped up in shock.In my memory, I have never seen anyone who can cry so silently, and it is a man who is usually known for his loud voice.

Ten years ago... no, starting here, 20 years ago. 20 years ago, when I angrily called Squalo you stupid shark and then fought him, I never thought that one day in the future, this man would cry because of my death.I thought Spelby Squalo couldn't cry, let alone grieve someone's death.He'd just take someone's life with his sword, laughing smugly with relief as the blood splattered.

really.Sure enough, he's already ooc to the horizon.

"...idiot," he said in a hoarse voice, "I'd better kill you right away. It's impossible for a naive and stupid guy like you to survive in this era."

I was a little bit embarrassed: "Is that so... Actually, I was also thinking just now, is it better to break up with you when I go back? Even if you are the kind of mafia I hate, I still prefer to see you live arrogantly. Even if someone kills you one day, you still hold your head up."

Instead of crying ooc like now.It really doesn't match the Squalo in my memory.How can he do this?That way, Squalo, you're farther away from the kind of Mafia I hate, and closer to the kind of guy I'd like?How strange.

"However, can the mafia get divorced?" I began to think about the feasibility of the plan, "There is no need to apply for termination because it is not registered, so we can't trouble Kudaime to announce it with a loudspeaker? Or..."

Before I could come up with more practical ideas, Spelby Squalo had already grabbed my shoulder and kissed me viciously.I can only see his expression clearly in the blink of an eye, and he is still as fierce as a shark, greedily plundering everything with his lips and tongue, gnashing his teeth as if he wants to eat me.

When I was overwhelmed by him on the training ground, I was thinking about a very serious question: Is it cheating if I do something with Squalo ten years later?

But in fact, he didn't take any further action.He just enveloped me with the shadow and weight of his body, pressing my face back into his arms.I can feel the callus on his palm, which is harder and rougher, but the rough warmth remains the same as before.

He let out a slow, long sigh.The air vibrated in his lungs, evoking a deep rise and fall in his chest.

"Stay by my side, don't leave. I want to make sure I can see you at any time." He said a little tiredly, but suddenly gave a vague smile, "By the way, at this time ten years ago, we were just married. If you were to die in this era, how would I react ten years ago? Hey Luna, can you imagine?"

Immediately afterwards, he asked himself and answered: "I'm going to go crazy. Like now."

"Luna, I'm probably... really crazy."

The author has something to say: Oh, the number of words... makes me worry