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

In the rain, my hands and feet were very heavy, and it took most of my strength to move from the inside of the warehouse to the outside of the warehouse.

I understand that this is the price for my body.

Existing in this world as a human being has to bear the weight that the soul does not have to bear.

Nakahara told me they were in the port mafia.

In fact, I couldn't be more clear about this—their identities, their missions, the route from here to the Hong Kong and Hei Building, and even many inside stories and secrets of Hong Kong and Hei.

I can see what he sees when I am with Mr. Dazai.

But I am still very grateful to Nakahara Chuya.

With my hands and knees on the ground, I walked hard and slowly towards the Hongkong Building in the rain.

I'm going to find Mr. Dazai.

If I can't see him, my existence is meaningless.

My posture of kneeling and crawling should be very embarrassing, but I really can't stand up like others.

Climb over it, that's the only way.

Fortunately, the pedestrians coming and going with umbrellas on the road turned a blind eye to me.

They walked across my body talking and laughing, and the oranges in the plastic bag hit me head-on; the wheels of the motor vehicle that snatched the sidewalk ran over my legs, and splashed muddy water on the side of the road into me eyes.

They don't realize it, and neither do I.

Their world has nothing to do with me, and all my heaviness, burning, and exhaustion come from me alone.

I became a soul that can feel pain, and this pain is because I greedily want a body that can touch Mr. Dazai.

After an unknown amount of time, I finally arrived in front of the Koguro Headquarters Building, which stands tall in the bustling area of ​​Yokohama.

The torrential rain has long since stopped, the sky seems to have cleared up, and it seems to be raining a few times; I don't care about these.

When I looked up at this tall, solid and majestic building, I seemed to see Mr. Dazai lazily processing work in a certain room.

almost……

Soon to be able to see him.

My palms and knees moved forward at the same time, and at the same time, the pedestrians around me seemed to pause for a moment.

They are looking at me.

I have no intention of delving into the reason for such a change, I only know that the Hong Kong and Black Building is ahead.

With all eyes on me, I put my palm on the first step leading to the main entrance of the office building.

"Click-"

The man in black and sunglasses in front of the door raised his gun and pointed it in my direction condescendingly.

I stopped moving.

Not because of the fear of being threatened with a gun, but because my strength was drained again.

There are a lot of steps in front of the Hong Kong and Black Headquarters building, so high and so long—according to my experience along the way, I have to climb up and down for at least half an hour before I can climb to the gate.

To gather strength, I curled up sideways and lay down on the spot with the first step in front of Ganghei Gate as a pillow.

Before closing my eyes, I seemed to see the muzzle pointing at me and trembled very hesitantly.

"What's going on with this kid?!"

"Why are you crawling on your knees?"

"Drenched all over, it's pathetic."

"He just slept in front of the Mafia office at the port??"

"Maybe he's in a coma or maybe, he looks so thin, it's really pitiful."

"Which Mafia's abandoned child came to the door? Mafia who abandoned his wife and children?"

……

Among the noisy voices, there were the voices of pedestrians talking, the sound of cautiously approaching footsteps, and a more familiar voice.

"Ah, abandoning your wife and child to port Mafia, this misunderstanding is not very good for our organization's reputation. What do you think, Dazai-kun?"

Dazai-kun... Mr. Dazai!

I immediately opened my eyes, propped up my body, and saw Mr. Dazai's boss, the current leader of the port mafia, Ogai Mori, and Mr. Dazai and Chuya Nakahara following behind him.

Dazai originally squinted his eyes listlessly, but when he looked at me, his eyes opened slightly, and a little surprise slipped through his eyes.

——The look in his eyes lit up.

Because of me, because Mr. Dazai saw me.

I am very happy.

Dazai looked at me, but muttered something bad: "It's just a stray puppy, it has nothing to do with me."

"Oh, really?" Mori Ogai said, "But he's been looking at you without blinking."

Nakahara added: "The children I met on Dazai Road seem to have the ability to make themselves disappear."

Zhongyuan added again: "I'm here to find Dazai."

"Things that anyone with a discerning eye can see." Mori Ogai squatted down and looked at me, "Hey, what clean eyes! ——Just looking at Dazai-kun alone, what a stubborn and rude child."

"The ability to make oneself disappear..." Mori Ogai pondered, and then made a decision.

"Leave him."

I finally shifted my gaze to Mori Ogai with gratitude.

When he made eye contact with me, the mafia leader showed a gentle smile that didn't fit his identity.

Since Mori Ogai did not designate which subordinate to complete this order, Dazai said first:

"Boss, I'm serious—I'm not good at raising children. This thing looks too troublesome, I think it can be handled perfectly if I hand it over to an excellent middle school!"

If this is a compliment, it would be too perfunctory, it would be more appropriate to say that it is pushing the blame.

Amid the "Huh?" and "Damn it" all over Nakahara's face, Dazai added another sentence:

"And it looks dirty and silly."

The disgust in the discourse cannot be ignored.

"what."

I eagerly took a step forward, and a hoarse and piercing cry escaped from my throat.

I can understand... I'm not stupid, Dazai-san!

"It will make this child sad." Mori Ogai still smiled gently, and did not blame Dazai for his waywardness.He pointed out by name readily, "Then Chuya-kun will be in charge."

Zhongyuan gave Dazai a hard look, and then said: "...Yes."

I was left behind.

It seems to be because of my special ability.

Anyway, I got permission to belong to the same organization as Dazai-san.

In one day, from being a wandering soul that does not exist in the world, to being able to be seen by Mr. Dazai, being questioned by him, and getting his evaluation—although it was a very bad evaluation, it was even left in his Dwelling organization.

Compared with the way of living silently floating beside Mr. Dazai in the past few years, this is too rich.

I couldn't help but watch Dazai-san laugh - a stiff but genuine smile that showed my joy.

Dazai glanced at me.

His left eye reflects my figure without any emotional color, like a deep pool, or like a black hole that sucks in all echoes.

A few seconds later, he turned his eyes away indifferently, and cast his emptiness into the distance.

The time Dazai-san saw me was so short.

I kept staring at him, in human form.

As a soul, I can look at him day and night without sleep, but human eyes will be sore.

The water-soaked hair clung to my forehead, and the water dripped across my cheeks and dripped to the ground.

The clothes on my body weighed heavily on me after the torrential rain, my knees were so painful that I was almost unconscious, and the bare soles of my feet were covered with messy scars from the rusty iron.

I looked up in the torment of the two heavens of ice and fire, the smile on my lips has not yet subsided, and the joy in my heart has not disappeared.But Mr. Dazai's face became more and more blurred, blackness spread from his suit to every corner of the field of vision.

I fell down the steps and lost consciousness.

"Mainly passed out from hunger. There is no other problem with the body except hunger and fever."

"Ah, the knee and the sole of the foot are minor injuries."

"I don't know how long he hasn't eaten. He is on an IV drip, and he needs to eat liquid food first...Of course, we will arrange this, so you don't need to worry about it."

"It looks like he is thirteen or fourteen years old, but because his body is too thin, the actual age may be older. No problem was found in the head, and the mental and intellectual aspects need to be measured after he wakes up."

"Hey, he's awake."

"Mr. Zhongyuan, you came just in time."

I heard the above conversation and opened my eyes.

It turned out to be a fever...

Having not been a human for a long time, this feeling is both familiar and strange.

A boy with orange-red hair, a black hat, and a black suit—Nakahara Nakaya walked into the ward and began his "interrogation" of me.

"Name?"

"..."

I looked at him in embarrassment.

Zhong Yuan: "Can't speak?"

I nodded and shook my head again.

Zhongyuan looked a little depressed.

He asked, "Are you literate?"

Unlike when he was with Dazai-san, Nakahara's questioning attitude was very peaceful.

I nodded.

He asked someone to bring a pen and paper and hand it to me: "Name."

I clumsily grabbed the pen with my right hand and wrote crookedly on the paper——

Takeshita autumn.

My name is Takeshita Akira.

During the years when I existed as a soul, I forgot many things and a lot of common sense.And when I became human, I suddenly remembered my name.

It's just that the way of exerting force when writing is not right, the ugly handwriting made the corners of Zhong Yuan's eyes twitch.

"Well, Aki Takeshita. At least IQ is still normal. I thought I was a fool before." He asked, "Age?"

I shook my head.

I really don't know this.

Zhong Yuan: "...it's too early to boast."

He glanced at me: "Then fourteen."

"From that warehouse to the office, did you walk on your knees?"

I nodded.

"Can't walk?"

I wrote on the paper: "Yes, no strength."

"Where did you come from, what have you been doing?"

I did not write.

The atmosphere suddenly became tense.

Zhong Yuan's tone was low: "Answer."

I slowly wrote: "No memory."

The paper in front of me suddenly floated up, crumpled spontaneously, and then was ground into powder by something invisible—I knew that this was caused by Chuya Chuya's supernatural ability "gravity control".

Zhong Yuan threatened: "Lying in front of me will not end well."

I looked at him blankly, thinking how could he know that I was lying?

Zhong Yuan threw a new pen and paper in front of me: "Last chance."

I can only answer truthfully.

"I don't know where I came from, and I have been following Mr. Dazai."

As soon as Dazai's name was written, Zhong Yuan's expression changed: "Follow me all the time?"

"Always."

"Are you a guy behind the scenes?"

"I don't know."

"Why did you follow him?"

I didn't answer because I don't know either.

It's my instinct to follow Mr. Dazai, and it doesn't need a reason.

"It's troublesome not being able to speak." Zhong Yuan said in a bad tone.

I remembered Mr. Dazai's "dirty and stupid" and wrote, "I'll learn to speak soon, please."

Zhong Yuan's expression softened slightly: "When you can get out of bed, follow me first. This is the leader's order."

"Yes."

Before Nakahara turned around, I grabbed his sleeve and held up the paper: "When can I see Mr. Dazai?"

Zhong Yuan was startled, as if seeing something bad, his face turned cold instantly.

"Little ghost, mention this name in front of me again, and I will throw you out of the window."

"..."

By the way, although Nakahara is also Mr. Dazai's partner, they are very at odds with each other, and even hate each other.

Feeling the murderous aura of Chuya Zhongyuan, I flinched, and decisively put the white paper away and hid it behind my back.Shut up, no, stop writing.

Zhong Yuanzhong also sneered: "The response is very fast."

Of course, those who know current affairs are heroes.

If you want to see Mr. Dazai, you need to think long term.