Two or three things about having a crush on Mr. Dazai

My conversation with Ango Sakaguchi ended up falling apart.

I don't think "sit with Dazai" is valid advice.

If I did, I would probably get nothing but a cold glance or willful ignorance from Dazai-san.The air of silence will suffocate me, and I will not be able to utter a word of tact.

Really, embarrassing.The kind of capitalized embarrassment that the ruthless Mafia would feel.

Don't think I'm cowardly.

Knowing that he doesn't like to see you, he insists on moving forward.If it were you, would you do this?

Certainly not.

Later, I still occupied that silent corner in the underground tavern, but I could only see their silhouettes and could no longer hear their conversations.

I once asked Oda what they talked about, but Oda couldn't tell the reason—it was just a fragmentary chat to pass the time; Oda's occasional paraphrasing of Mr. Dazai's sporadic words could not satisfy me.

I had no choice but to curb my desires, telling myself that I should be satisfied just being in the same room with that figure.

After another period of time, the number of people who came to assassinate me approached zero, and I didn't see a single one for several weeks.

I learned from Zhongyuan that the leaders began to put pressure on those organizations.They saw that there was no hope of assassinating me, and they didn't want to continue to offend the port mafia, so they stopped sending me assassins in vain.

But I didn't dare to relax, and begged Zhongyuan to continue to train me-strength is the foundation of everything.

After my body basically recovered, I ran around the Hong Kong and Black Office in the morning every day.I also bought several sets of sportswear specially for this purpose, which became a fixed landscape in Yokohama Street in the early morning.

A year later, without Zhongyuan using the gravity ability, I have been able to fight him with dozens of tricks.

Nakahara is satisfied that my taijutsu has surpassed Mr. Dazai.The original sentence was "You can beat him up if you want", but since the possibility of verifying this sentence is basically zero, I have reservations about his judgment.

During this year, in addition to physical training, I bought some textbooks for self-study cultural lessons, hoping to understand the two volumes of "University Physics" that Mr. Dazai had read.

The bookstore owner must not have known that the physics textbook he was selling would be sitting on the same shelf as the Port Mafia's smuggling transaction records.

Mori Ogai was surprised at my eagerness to learn, and gave me several popular physics books to show his support.

Nakahara started teaching me how to deal with paperwork.

Not long after, Zhongyuan: "Damn it, why are your habits so similar to that guy Dazai? How did you learn it??"

I who have been floating beside Dazai for more than three years: "..."

I can't help it, Mr. Nakahara.

Half a year after the Dragon Head War, Zhongyuan was promoted from a quasi-cadre to one of the five major gangster cadres, becoming the second youngest cadre in the history of the port mafia, half a year later than Dazai.

The 17-year-old Mr. Dazai keeps trying new ways of suicide and hurts himself in weird ways.

I had no choice but to send him medicine and bandages regularly, and keep in touch with all the captains of the mobile rescue teams in Hong Kong and Black.

Now, I have a very high sensitivity to the tall buildings that Mr. Dazai may jump, the beams that hang from him, and the rivers that enter the water.

Every time he struggled between giving up his life and living it, I jumped back and forth between "go with him" and "rescue him" in sync.

I don't know how long Mr. Dazai's life will last.A mafia cadre and suicide buff, Mr. Dazai is the one who lives in the torrent of uncertainty.

I just want to spend one more day with him.

Taking advantage of the holidays, I delivered several cartons of milk of different flavors to the five children of the Oda family, and even visited them.

The girl with the shofar braid would smile sweetly and hug my leg, saying, "My little brother is beautiful! His eyes are like sapphires!"

This description is really happy.

After all, the Yokohama underworld described me as "inorganic blue eyes from the ghosts from the other side", which sounds very weird and has a gloomy feeling.

I am no longer the same Aki Takeshita I was when I first entered Hong Kong Hei.

Everyone in the Hong Kong gangsters knows that the ghost assassin is the first subordinate of the Central Plains cadres, and he will kill people if he makes a move, and he never misses.

Yes, in order not to break the "rules" of the underworld, my apparent business has changed from "stealing intelligence" and "stealing confidential documents" to "assassination".

...Well, there is probably Mr. Dazai who leads the rescue team to hunt for suicides every day.

Mori Ogai seldom arranged for me to go on missions with Mr. Dazai, and I mostly went out with Nakahara.

I have been actively seeking opportunities to work with Mr. Dazai.

Until that time, the cruel name of "Ghost Assassin" was fully implemented and spread throughout Yokohama.

One day, Mori Ogai sent a message to Nakahara, asking Nakahara to take me to support Dazai.

Dazai's task this time is to deal with Hong Kong gangsters.The rank of the traitor is not low, and he joined another organization with information about Hong Kong gangsters, causing considerable losses to Hong Kong gangsters.

Dazai attracted all the opponent's firepower to the vicinity of an abandoned factory. At the same time, under the siege of the opponent, the Hong Kong gangster forces he led were depleted and suffered heavy casualties.

However, since Dazai led the team to make the decision, it must be the plan with the least loss and the highest efficiency.

I have no doubts about his ingenuity.

When Nakahara and I arrived, Dazai was coming out from behind the cover and walking towards the enemy leader step by step.

"Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh~"

Being pointed at by countless black guns, Dazai was still smiling, and his mood was not affected at all.

"Speaking of which, you are also someone who has done things under my hands. It is very good to have the courage to raise a gun at me."

The man opposite was about forty years old, with deep nasolabial folds, and his eyebrows were tightly folded: "Mr. Dazai, you are no longer my boss."

If it weren't for the gun in his hand and the standard black suit of the underworld, he would be a man who can be seen everywhere who is struggling for life.

"I know that Mafia will not let the traitor go. Therefore, you and your subordinates must die here."

"It's really exciting." Dazai said, "Your hidden strength is indeed astonishing. If it wasn't me who came to Mafia, it would not be impossible for the entire army to be wiped out."

Dazai's voice suddenly rose: "But do you think that the person who made you betray Mafia will let your lovely daughter go after I die?"

"The underworld... stresses the morality of the underworld..."

The man was stunned for a while, he didn't know whether to tell Dazai or himself what he said.

"you were tricked."

Dazai said confidently, he opened his arms wide open to meet the man's muzzle.

"Don't you want to take my life? Come, come!...Kill me, and then fulfill my prophecy."

"I can not wait any more."

His tone was seductive, it was clearly noon and the sun was shining brightly, but the young man with half of his face covered by a bandage looked like a demon from hell.

I hide in the void, one step ahead of other support troops.I dare not act rashly, Mr. Dazai is too close to them.

Dazai has completely exposed himself to the most dangerous place, as long as a little stimulation breaks this stalemate balance, it is enough to kill him here.

The betrayer's psychological defense was completely defeated in Dazai's few short steps, and the arm holding the gun began to tremble—because he also knew that Dazai's predictions never made mistakes.

At this time, the Hong Kong black support force arrived.

The footsteps of "da da" became the last straw to crush the enemy leader, and his finger pulled the trigger.

At a very close distance, a bullet spun and shot into and penetrated the abdomen of the young Hong Kong black cadre without hindrance.

Osamu Dazai fell.

"boom--"

The gunshot sounded like a switch was pressed, and a fierce gun battle started between the enemy troops and the newly arrived Hong Kong and Black troops.

However, I couldn't see anything anymore, only the windbreaker that flew when the figure fell and the blood that exploded from his body remained in my eyes.

how come……

How did Mr. Dazai get hit? ? ! ! !

Dazai lay motionless on the ground, blood crazily spreading from Dazai's body.

I knelt down next to him, my mind blank.

Where he was wounded... where he was shot...

It was the position of the bullet hole on the body of the squad leader I knew during the Dragon Head War...

He will die from blood loss...

In the center of the battlefield where stray bullets were flying, my body appeared and disappeared, and I spontaneously used "instantaneous nothingness" to avoid bullets.

I looked at Dazai pleadingly, and could only say, "Mr. Dazai, what should I do? What should I do?"

Dazai's breathing became weaker and weaker.

He saw me and pulled the corner of his mouth with difficulty: "It's you."

"Goodbye."

Dazai closed his eyes with a strange, serene and satisfied smile on his lips.

There was a bang in my head.

After roughly controlling the situation, Zhongyuan also rushed to Dazai's side, with a gloomy face, using gravity to block all incoming bullets.

Zhong Yuan knelt down halfway, felt Dazai's breathing with his fingers, frowned, and said, "I'm not breathing anymore."

I put my trembling fingers under Dazai's nose, one second, three seconds, five seconds, ten seconds...

Really do not have.

Not even a trace of breath.

Mr. Dazai is dead.

"Ha ha……"

I heard myself panting like a battered bellows.

His vision was blurred, and tears fell down like crazy.

But I'm sane.

I want this traitor, I want this organization, to be buried with him.

The next scene seemed to take place in a world of another latitude. It was blurry, and all my perceptions seemed to be covered with a layer of veil.

I stood up, glanced at the two sides who were fighting fiercely, and calmly opened the void.

I gave up the gun that required precision aiming, and held my most used short dagger, and quickly floated behind the people of the hostile organization in the void.

One knife, another knife.

Mechanically repeating the actions of showing up, cutting throat, and diving into nothingness.

It didn't take much effort to cut open the most vulnerable part of the human body, but it took all my strength.

Enemies die silently one by one.

Someone wanted to abandon their guns and run away, but I, who was in a state of nothingness, quickly caught up and stabbed me with a knife.

——Mr. Dazai is dead, you still want to run? !

Absolutely, absolutely, all of you are indispensable! !

There was only spraying red in my eyes, and I couldn't hear any sound.

The sun is cold.I can't feel any heat.

I thought, after I finish killing all this garbage, I'll go with Mr. Dazai.

I don't know how long it took, only Hong Kong and Hei people were left standing.As for all the enemy corpses present, there was a hideous knife mark on the neck of each corpse, as if wearing the same rough red scarf.

I found the man who shot Mr. Dazai.

He had already died in the attack of Zhongye in the Central Plains.

Port Mafia rules usually have a traitor bite the paving stones, kick him in the back of the head, break his jaw, make him suffer, and send him on his way with three rounds.

I dragged the man to the edge of the steps, grabbed his head and slammed his face into the steps until it was bloody.After following the rules for dealing with traitors, I still couldn't let go of my hatred, so I fired all the bullets in the pistol at him.

Oddly enough, I couldn't hear myself firing at all.

I didn't have the pleasure of revenge, so I raised the bloody dagger and chopped off his shooting hand.

My short dagger began to curl.

But I was still stabbing his abdomen, like smashing a ball of dark red cotton.

Everything is very unreal.

I was close to losing strength, and my hands were shaking uncontrollably.

……

"enough!!!"

Zhongyuan Zhong also shouted angrily, and my body flew out.

I fell hard to the ground, but I didn't feel any pain.

I have experienced the most painful things, what else is there to hurt?

Trembling, I touched my dagger, intending to kill myself.

"Takeshita Autumn."

Suddenly I heard someone calling me.

A familiar voice—Mr. Dazai's voice.

The sound was extremely soft, but it was so cold that it was in the ice cellar.

I fainted.