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

"Is there anyone - come and help me!"

Following the cries for help, I strode in calmly, and the blue-haired boy trotted behind me.

The gunshots were still sporadic, but we happened to not meet any men in black along the way.

We found the caller, a middle-aged woman whose husband was pinned down by the collapsed shelf and was not attacked by the men in black.

"This way! This way! Kind people!" She desperately waved to us.

At this time, we are surrounded by the frozen area for storing fresh meat, and there are several meters away from the couple under the shelf.

The blue-haired boy is going to help.

But he had only taken two steps, and I keenly heard the footsteps of another person nearby, and the sound of "click-咻" that foreshadowed danger.

I have so much experience dealing with bullets that I can instantly judge the direction of the bullet: if it can't touch me, there is no need to activate nothingness.Its direction is...

Blue-haired boy!

The image of the blue-haired boy squatting stubbornly and pulling the back of my clothes suddenly flashed in my mind.

There is no time for hesitation.

It was too late and then too fast, I rushed over, pressed his back with my left hand, and slammed him to the ground!

From the blue-haired boy's departure to the time I pinned him to the ground, it all happened in the blink of an eye.

The blue-haired boy knelt and fell to the ground with a "boom", his expression still very dazed.And the bullet flew past my left arm and hit the freezer where the food was stored behind, making a loud "bang!"

My left arm was tingling and numb, and I saw blood flow out from the bullet wound, staining my long sleeve red.

The blue-haired boy opened his eyes wide, belatedly showing horror: "Your hand..."

Hands are not the point.The point is, I have a reason to attack.

I ignored him, got up from half kneeling, faced the shooter and said in a cold voice: "Stop."

"……what?!"

The blue-haired boy, the couple not far away, and the man in black who shot were all stunned.From the corner of the eye, the woman kneeling beside her husband covered her mouth with her hand in disbelief.

I walked towards the man in black with the gun, expressionless, and my voice was low and condensed: "Who taught you the rules to shoot ordinary people who have no resistance?"

The underworld values ​​violence and money.But for such acts of revenge among gangsters, the established rule is not to kill ordinary people indiscriminately, otherwise they will become murderers instead of gangsters.Besides, whoever kills the masses will give you food money.

The man in black shot at the blue-haired boy, obviously wanting to take his life and breaking the rules.

As I approached step by step, the man in black began to tremble, and the hand holding the gun was unsteady.He threatened sternly, "If you come over again, I will shoot you!"

I didn't care and said, "Go ahead."

"Nothingness" is not a decoration, you win if you play well.

When I was only two arms away from the muzzle, I quickly knocked the man in black to the ground and stepped on his chest.

His pistol was kicked far away by me, and it went off the moment he let go, and shot the ceiling.

"Ughhhhh!!!"

With force under his feet, the man in black howled in pain.

"My brother...will not...let you go!!!"

"Be careful--"

The blue-haired boy's voice trembled.

The movement here attracted several men in black, and they raised their guns and surrounded me.

Being pointed at by several black-holed muzzles, I kicked down, stomping the people on the bottom of my feet until they groaned in pain again, "I only ask one question, why do you want to shoot at ordinary people?"

This question is relatively expert. A man in black who surrounded me looked at the others and asked, "Who attacked the crowd?"

They all shook their heads.

I reminded: "This." I twisted my feet again.

The men in black around: "Stop...stop!"

The man in black at the foot: "I don't have it!!"

The person from Organization B screamed in pain, stunned his brother.

I kicked him in the face towards the blue-haired boy—the boy was severely slapped by my palm in desperation, and he was still sitting on the ground and didn't get up.

I asked him, "Did you see someone? You just shot him."

The men in black around saw that I was not going to let their companions go, and the sound of guns being loaded was heard one after another.

The atmosphere was suddenly tense, and the dark place and messy shelves seemed to be full of gunpowder.

The man who shot the gun was crushed by me, and he yelled at my feet: "I didn't see him just now!! I hit the cabinet behind!!!"

My foot stopped: "Are you blind?"

Definitely an excuse.

The blue-haired boy spoke out at this time, his voice was trembling with a hint of embarrassment: "Sorry for disturbing you. That gentleman may really not see me... My sense of existence has always been very weak."

The air suddenly froze.

I:"……"

The people in black who were about to fire: "..."

The reason "the sense of presence is so weak that the shooter didn't see him" is unbelievable and somewhat reasonable.

But in this situation, it made both of us suddenly very embarrassed.

"What's going on? Get rid of those who get in the way!"

During the confrontation, the team leader finally appeared, accompanied by a very underworld sentence.

The leader maintained his menacing aura until he saw me.

"Put down the guns for me!!!"

He turned his head and yelled at his subordinates.

After being yelled at by their peers, this group of people from Organization B was yelled at by their boss again.

I said hello: "Hi, see you again."

Coincidentally, it was the person in charge who organized the B arsenal a few hours ago.

He was dripping with cold sweat: "What advice do you have here?"

"chance encounter."

I was in a bad mood at first, but I found out that it was a misunderstanding that didn't make my mood better.

I said, "Get out immediately, don't pursue it."

It's not working hours, it's not the task of Hong Kong gangsters, killing them all can't make me feel better, I choose to drive them away.

At this time, a voice shouted indignantly: "Boss, you can't let him go like this! Teach him a lesson!"

"That's right! We have guns, and he is a brat, can he still compete with so many of us?"

Brat?

I think these people really owe a lesson.

The atmosphere was tense again.

I was ready to draw my dagger angrily, but the person in charge was even angrier than me, and cursed viciously: "It's a pity! He can!!—withdraw!"

As soon as he gave an order, the people in black retreated like a tide, and moved away the person who passed out from the pain at my feet.

Before leaving, he squeezed out an ugly and obsequious smile to me: "I'm sorry to disturb your shopping experience."

From a distance, he could be heard saying to his subordinates, "He's a high-level executive at the port Mafia!"

I kicked away the shelf holding the woman's husband, and walked outside regardless of their stunned expressions.

Organization B is really annoying.

The electric circuits in the supermarket were all smashed, and I didn’t have cash to pay, and I couldn’t even buy milk.

"and many more!"

The sound of hurried footsteps sounded behind me, I stopped and turned around, the blue-haired boy said: "Just, you saved my life just now, thank you very much!"

There was fear in his eyes, but they were earnest.

"Your arm is wounded and bleeding...please let me bandage you in return!"

The blue-haired boy bowed standardly, facing me with his messy and shaggy hair.

Me: "Oh, yes." Although this little injury doesn't hinder anything.

The panic and chaos among the crowd in the supermarket gradually came under control after the people in black left, and the local police arrived late.

I don't want to deal with the police, I'm going to pick the nearest door and leave.

Enthusiastic people called me on the road: "Young man! There are doctors and medicines from the hospital over the cashier counter. Do you want to see your hand?"

I shake my head at them.

But the blue-haired boy who followed me suddenly realized, he said, "Wait at the door, I'll go over there for a while, and I'll be back soon."

Not long after, he came back with a bag of medicine in his hands, at an incredible speed.

"Let's go."

I glanced at him: "You are very brave."

An ordinary person, who had just brushed shoulders with death, dared to speak up to explain in a dangerous confrontation.

"I just don't want to cause more casualties because of the misunderstanding." The blue-haired boy was a little scared, and said angrily, "I should have known that they didn't hurt people, and I shouldn't have gone in. I'm sorry for dragging you down to save me."

I don't care much about it.

"How old are you?" I asked.

The blue-haired boy said, "Sixteen."

Me: "I'm only seventeen, so I'm of the same generation, so I don't need to use honorific titles."

Come out to relax and feel like you are still in Hong Kong.

"Then how do you call it?"

"Takeshita Autumn."

"Kuroko Tetsuya."

After exchanging names, the distance between us seemed to be closer.

On a secluded bench in a nearby park, Heizi said, "Let me roll up your sleeves for you."

My long sleeves were gently pushed up and folded by him, and then Heizi froze.

The whole arm under the sleeve has been wrapped in layers of bandages, and the blood from the wound seeped the bandages red everywhere.

"The injury is so serious..." Heizi murmured, "Is it better to go to the hospital?"

I raised my eyebrows: "The blood has almost stopped, what's the matter?"

Heizi's eyes were full of confusion and complexity: "Takeshita-kun, do you often get hurt?"

I nodded.

He was so light-hearted that I simply unwrapped the armband myself.

The bandages were scattered layer by layer, and the inner layer of the bandage became more bloody.The finally exposed arm formed a sharp contrast with Kuroko's white arm——

Even though I have a similar skin color, my arms are covered with mottled scars.Knife wounds, gunshot wounds, falls, abrasions, etc., there are long cuts, and there are also bruises and purple swellings. Old wounds and new wounds are mixed together in a small area.

Heizi seemed to be breathing lightly, and was speechless for a while.

"...Fortunately, he didn't get shot."

That's all he said at the end.

"Of course not. If you were shot, you would bleed more than this." I pointed to a circular bullet hole wound, "This one almost killed my left hand before."

"...was actually shot." Heizi pointed to a laceration and asked, "What about this one? It looks like a fresh wound."

Me: "Oh, it was cut during a fight with my colleagues. His weapon is so nasty, it's so sharp that it can easily chop marbles, and blood spurts when you touch it."

I can't eliminate Akutagawa's abilities like Mr. Dazai. Even if I avoid most of them, I will still be injured if I get scratched occasionally.

Heizi looked as if his world view had been impacted, and he was in a daze. His eyes changed when he looked at me: "The world that Takeshita-kun lives in sounds very dangerous."

"probably."

"Is there really no need to go to the hospital?"

"unnecessary."

Heizi: "When I was in the supermarket, I was still wondering why you knew they didn't hurt anyone. They obviously looked like dangerous men with guns."

"My mentor and supervisor told me." I replied, "In a sense, it is a peer."

"Aren't you a colleague?"

"No, we are much more advanced than them."

The port mafia has a strict hierarchy and clear rules. It is impossible for Organization B to have a situation where the superiors have given orders and are still clamoring for doubts.

"...Oh." Heizi was taken aback again, "They are really afraid of Takeshita-kun's appearance."

"Aren't you afraid?" I asked curiously.

Although Hei Zizhe was shocked, his overall reaction was very indifferent, he can be regarded as a courageous ordinary person.

"Scared." Heizi nodded affirmatively, "But because it's beyond the scope of what fear can understand, so I accepted it calmly."

Heizi's eyes were very clear, and he said, "And you don't want to attack ordinary people, don't you?"

I smiled at this statement, he would have such a naive understanding.

There is no need to explain.

Heizi applied medicine to my wound, and wrapped it up with a bandage clumsily under my command.

"Okay, your life-saving grace is over."

Tetsuya Kuroko's attitude towards me once reminded me of Sakunosuke Oda, but he drew an obvious dividing line between us in one sentence, telling me that he belongs to another world.

"Wait, there's another side." Heizi said, "There's still a lot of medicine, why don't you change the medicine on the other hand too, so you don't waste it."

"You're pretty frugal."

So we stayed on the bench for a while longer.

Hei Zizhe and I also chatted casually. He asked questions that no one had asked me before, and I found it interesting to answer them.

He asked, "Why does Takeshita-kun do this?"

"It started with a guy. He was working in the organization and I joined just to be close to him."

Heizi: "What happened next?"

"Then he betrayed the organization and left, and no one could find him."

When I mentioned Mr. Dazai, I felt empty and uncomfortable.I said, "He's been missing for two full years. I'm in a bad mood, so I came to Tokyo for a vacation."

Maybe my disappointment was too expressive, and Heizi's tone became more serious: "I'm sorry."

Heizi: "Is he someone very important to you?"

I nodded and said, "Sir is the person I love the most."

I have no intention of getting close to him.

But the matter of Mr. Dazai has been suppressed in my heart for too long, and talking to someone casually can relieve a little depression in my heart.

"And you, is there anyone or something you like?"

Reciprocity, I asked.

Heizi still had a poker face, but his eyes seemed to light up: "Yes. I like basketball."

"Our school's basketball team came here for training in order to prepare for the next stage of the game."

I asked, "Are you going to play?"

Heizi said, "Yes."

Me: "It's amazing."

"What school did you go to?"

"City Rin High School."

"Oh... I haven't heard of it."

"Where's Takeshita-kun?"

"I didn't go to school. I joined the organization at the age of 14 and kept training myself in order to survive."

"Can I ask what organization it is?"

"Port Mafia."

"Ah, that's the first time I've heard of it too."

"It's best if you haven't heard of it."

"It's actually good to know the other side of the world I live in." Heizi Tetsuya said, "Takeshita-kun is the most special person I've met in the past 16 years."

I terrorize this naive peer: "When I assassinate your friends and family, you'll think I'm the worst person you've seen in 16 years."

Hei Zizhe was also unmoved, and said bluntly: "In fact, not long ago, Mr. Takeshita cut his arm by a bullet in order to save me."

Really stubborn.

Just as stubborn as pulling my clothes back then.

"It may seem silly to Takeshita-kun, but I still want to say..." Heizi tied the last knot of a bandage on my right arm, "Even in such a world, Takeshita-kun not only has to survive, but Take good care of yourself. Your body is your own, please don’t care so much about your injuries.”

I was silent for a long time, and complied with his words.

"ok, I get it."

I said: "Actually, these words are what I want to say to another person... But I can't say it, and he can't do it. So I just imitate him and live to pursue more important things. If you do this , maybe there is a possibility to get closer to him."

Heizi opened his eyes wide: "Why?"

"There is no reason, some people live like this. Life is not equally precious to everyone - you can't understand it."

"It is indeed difficult."

"I've also thought about it once and for all, here, just like that person."

Heizi: "...Huh?"

I pointed to the figure on a tall building next to me.

Then, Hei Zizhe also asked: "Takeshita-kun, you just said that you often go on missions, can I entrust you with a mission?"

"what?"

"Do what you can to save her."

"What about the reward?"

"Three cups of M's vanilla milkshake, that's all the change I brought."

"make a deal."

While running on the road, Heizi asked me out of breath, "Takeshita-kun, did you notice when she appeared there?"

"Just went up when I spoke."

"Your eyesight is so good!"

"Because the roof of the building is suitable for long-distance sniping. I have been sniped a lot in the past, so I developed the habit of observing." I took it for granted.

Hei Zizhe almost staggered: "..."