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

Zhong Yuan's complexion didn't improve much, but it didn't get worse either.He put his arms around his shoulders and snorted.

Then, I walked up to Mr. Dazai and followed him out of the room.

We walked in the corridor one after the other, and the sound of our footsteps "da, da" intertwined.

I peeked at Mr. Dazai behind him.

As a soul in the past, I used to look up or look down at Mr. Dazai.But at this time, my height can only reach his chest, and all I can see when I look up is his long black coat that falls from shoulders to legs.

This feeling is really novel and makes me happy.

I actually stayed, had my own body, my own identity, and could approach the person I had followed for a long time as a human being...

Dazai stopped suddenly.

He turned his head to look at me, meeting my eyes—in fact, whenever he turned his head, he could meet my eyes.

Dazai was expressionless, his kite-colored left eye was scrutinizing coldly.

I suddenly felt a little apprehensive.

"... Mr. Dazai?"

"Are you thinking how happy you are to finally stay and have an identity close to me?" Dazai asked.

I involuntarily opened my eyes wide.

"You are really very understanding, Takeshita-kun."

The man said bluntly and ruthlessly, "But I don't want to accept you as a subordinate, it's too troublesome."

"I……"

"Do you want to say that you have the supernatural power of nothingness?"

Dazai spoke lightly.

"Unfortunately, I don't need it... such an ability that can betray anytime and anywhere."

No, it's not like that.

I am a soul born only for Osamu Dazai, how could I betray him?

"I will always be loyal to you!"

I swear to Dazai.

"Loyalty?" Dazai said indifferently, "Just treat you as loyal—you are useless."

I reacted quickly and recited exactly what Mori Ogai said just now: "Infiltrate, eavesdrop, gather intelligence, hide, assassinate, escape..."

These are obviously my abilities.

The person in front of him was still dissatisfied: "It's just for coaxing children. Don't you think your ability is omnipotent?"

"Assassination? I'm afraid you will be killed by the other party as soon as you emerge from nothingness. Boss, Miss Hongye, Chuya, me, you can't pose any threat to one of us;

"Poor physique, no offensive skills, can only kill ordinary people without vigilance, not even a low-level mafia;

"With your current ability, once a battle occurs, you can only run away desperately and hide in a place that no one knows;

"As for intelligence, heh, the information collected blindly will only be used by people."

"No matter how excellent the ability falls into the hands of waste, it will only be as useless as waste."

The man to whom I have just sworn eternal allegiance has ruthlessly dismissed my abilities as worthless.

Sadly, everything he said was true.

Dazai seemed determined to drive me away from him, and asked me, "What else do you want to say?"

"The leader... allow me to be your subordinate."

I am dumb and authentic.

"The leader also gave me the freedom to refuse." He seemed to have heard something funny, and the rising ending sound was sarcasm and cold.

"Use your poor brain! Don't be naive, little stray dog."

"Mr. Dazai."

I could only plead with my eyes.

I don't know what Mr. Dazai saw in my eyes, but he said in a cold voice——

"Restrain your gaze and desire, Aki Takeshita."

Dazai took out his pistol, "clicked" the bolt to load it, and pointed it firmly between my eyebrows.

The barrel was the same black as his coat.I even smell gun oil and gunpowder.

The boy with a white bandage on his face had faint impatience between his brows, which was more annoying than his usual casualness.

And it was my gaze and my desire that bored him.

I lowered my head in panic, ashamed of my desire to be frank and naked with him.

As I moved, my forehead was brought to the black muzzle of his gun, skin against the cold metal.

"I'm sorry, Dazai-san..."

I lowered my head and murmured.

"When am I eligible to follow you?"

Dazai asked back, "What do you think you look like to me?"

"Just a stray puppy, nothing to do with me; still looking dirty and silly."

I whispered back what he had said.

"Yes, that's it. I remember it very well."

Dazai poked my forehead with the muzzle of a gun, like a naughty child playing with his toy.

"I don't know where your obsession with me comes from, but remember—this is an unpleasant sight for me."

"If you don't want to die, don't follow me. Get lost."

I was stunned.

And Dazai put away his gun, turned and left.The long black coat raised a perfect arc as he turned around.

I stood there with my head down and didn't follow.

Mr. Dazai's words were like a slap in the face, mocking my innocence and self-righteousness.

Yeah, who would want to accept a fool who has been staring at him since we met?

What's more, this person is Mr. Dazai.

Takeshita Akira, how dare you think so delusional?

I didn't dare to raise my head, and didn't dare to disturb the leaving figure with my eyes - because he said it would make him unhappy.

The ground in front of my eyes was blurred for some reason, I blinked desperately, and it took a long time to see clearly again.

Dazai's footsteps finally disappeared in the corridor.

The sound of a person's footsteps.

As ever, without me.

I and my gaze were rejected by him together.

My whole world is gradually going away like this "da, da" to a place I can't see.

I went back to the room just now, and the man in black at the door stopped me without anyone leading me.

Mori Ogai's voice sounded at the right time: "Come in."

He and Ozaki Koyo were finishing their discussions. After listening to my narration, he said in a tone that was as expected: "Oh, then you can go to Chuya-kun to report."

"Can……"

What if he refuses like Mr. Dazai?

"It's okay, Chuya-kun has already agreed." Mori Ogai laughed.

How does he know what I'm going to say?

Is it so easy to guess my mind?

Koyo Ozaki: "Yes, Takeshita-kun still needs to work harder. You have almost written all your thoughts on your face."

She handed over a handkerchief, "Good boy, don't cry, just wipe away your tears."

It turns out... I cried.

Mori Ogai sighed: "I didn't expect someone to like Dazai-kun so much, it really hurts."

When he mentioned the name "Dazai", a vague sadness rose in my chest.

I could finally be seen by him.But the look Mr. Dazai casts on me is a little more disgusting than the chewing gum that was thrown away on the road.

Compared with the sadness of not being able to touch him, I don't know which is more sad.

However, rather than being ignored by him, I would rather be hated by him - because the bright emotions I can have, the tingling of my wrists I can feel, all come from Mr. Dazai's gifts.

Without him, I would not exist, so why feel sorry for him?

"Like" is too simple a word.

And Mr. Dazai is all the meaning of my existence.

I bowed and said goodbye to Mori Ogai and Ozaki Momiji.

I didn't leave for a long time, and I returned to the exclusive office of Zhongye in Zhongyuan again.

There was no immediate response after knocking on the door, and I stood outside the door with my head down, as if I was being punished.

I don't know how long it took before Zhongyuan let me in.

His hat lay on the side of the table while he handled paperwork, and his orange hair was rebellious.

I politely called out: "Mr. Zhongyuan."

Zhong Yuan sneered and said, "Crying and begging to be a subordinate, I'm really embarrassed and pitiful."

"Yes."

I can only answer like this, looking at my toes.

"Am I a garbage collection station? Specialize in dealing with things that Dazai guy doesn't want?"

I was silent, speechless.

"Do you still want to go to him?"

This question is difficult to answer.

If I answered honestly, Nakahara might be so angry that he would throw me out of the window.

If I die like this, I won't be able to see Mr. Dazai again.

In the face of a huge life threat, I used my brain again.

"I am your subordinate, Mr. Nakahara."

Nice answer!Takeshita Akira, your mind moves so fast!

I secretly cheered myself up.

"Remember your answer."

"Yes."

Regulations are dead, but people are alive.

Settling down here in Chuya, Central Plains first, at worst, I will use "nothingness" to see Mr. Dazai in the future-this is all the pursuit of my life, and I cannot give up easily.

"Please train my assassination and combat capabilities."

I begged.

I need the ability to be recognized by Mr. Dazai, the qualification to be valued by him, not so weak.

"Assassination is not what I'm good at, you have to go to Sister Hongye."

"Yes. Please train my combat ability."

"Sure?"

"determine."

Zhong Yuanzhong also had a cold look in his eyes: "Little rascal, you don't have the right to cry and stop when you start."

This kind of Central Plains is really creepy, but compared to Mr. Dazai's pistol, which is loaded and loaded, it is easier to live here.

I replied without hesitation: "Yes."

After that, I became a mafia.

There is food, housing and wages, commute to and from get off work on time, and a new identity certificate for an undocumented person like me. Thanks to the leader, Mr. Mori, and to the boss, Mr. Zhongyuan.

Logically speaking, after Nakahara got off work, or when I was out on the job alone, I would have the opportunity to use "Nothingness" to find Mr. Dazai for a peek or two.

But recently, my job content is more difficult, and I haven't succeeded in realizing this idea once.

My job is to (strikethrough) be beaten (strikethrough) by my boss to receive training from Zhongyuan.

And the hard part is...

My boss, in fact, is too violent.

Forgive my weird phrasing - because after the spanking, no, training, my breathing rate was as irregular as this phrasing.

When I followed Mr. Dazai as a soul, I naturally saw the battle scene of Chuya in the Central Plains.

The domineering gravity ability is the nightmare of all those who fight with it.Under normal circumstances, he hits the enemy as effortlessly as an elephant crushes an ant.

The difference between me and his enemies is probably that I am an ant that occasionally becomes invisible.

"Don't use nothingness for more than [-] seconds!"

When Nakahara was doing paperwork, the small stones he picked up were flying back and forth in the office, with the goal of cutting me into three or five pieces.

This is not me joking!

That stone is not an ordinary stone, it is the stone of Chuya Nakahara, the gravity manipulator.The speed is comparable to a bullet, and the power is comparable to a nuclear bomb. If it hits a wall, it can smash through a solid Hong Kong and Black Building.

...don't ask me why I know.

"I can hide from the first day of the junior high school, but I can't hide from the fifteenth day" is referring to me who keeps using supernatural powers to avoid being beaten.

To fight those stones, I have smashed a dozen daggers.

I struggle every day to live to see Mr. Dazai.

Under such circumstances, my reaction to danger has been honed more quickly and my skills have become more agile.

Today Nakahara Chuya and Mr. Dazai partnered on a mission, and he was in a particularly bad mood.

After the combat training of cutting ants with stones, Zhong Yuan worked overtime to write a mission report, and I lay on the ground panting like a dead dog.

Perhaps panting too loudly, he came around from behind the desk and picked up my collar.

"Dazai asked you today."

"I asked... what... what..."

It's not that I'm excited, but that I can only pant like this every time I finish training.

"Ask me if I died of anger after accepting you as my subordinate."

Nakahara's expression looks like he's going to punch me for Mr. Dazai in the next second.

"Then... have you been... pissed off...?"

Just kidding, I can't answer that.

I remained silent and was picked up by him obediently.

In order to keep my dog's life in the hands of my boss, I try to reduce my sense of existence as much as possible.But after holding back and holding back, he still couldn't hold back, and accidentally coughed up a mouthful of blood—of course, he coughed on his own hand.

"do you hate me?"

Zhong Yuan suddenly asked nonchalantly.

I covered my mouth and shook my head, trying to convey my thoughts with sincere eyes - no hate, not hate at all.

Zhongyuan did beat me every day until I couldn't get up, but he was training my ability to survive.

He is my benefactor, what is there to hate.

Zhongyuan and I looked at each other for a while, put me down, and then patted my shoulder with black gloves.

He raised his face slightly, and said as if nothing had happened:

"You've done a good job these days. I'll give you a day off tomorrow and go to the hospital for treatment."