Chapter 23 Conversation

Verlaine: “Ah—”

Nezuko: Ah——

Nezuko had her chin pinched by Weilun, and she opened her mouth wide to show him her teeth.

Verlaine took off his gloves and touched it, and then it bled.

Zhongyuan had never seen such a fierce one, so he tried it right away and quickly took out paper to wipe it for him.

Wei Erlan ignored his own wounds, but his face was very unsightly: "What kind of experiment did they do to Nezuko? They really are not afraid of death."

"Mine is Arahatsu, Nezuko, what's yours?" Nakahara Chuuya was also concerned about this issue.

“Ah~”

Nakahara Chuuya found Nezuko's antics somewhat amusing and stroked her hair: "Forget it, it doesn't matter anymore."

"yes."

Nakahara Nakaya gave an unclear answer.

Verlaine said calmly, "Chuuya, do you know... what I thought when I saw you?"

"What is it?"

"In the beginning, your birth itself was a mistake, just like mine."

Nakahara Chuuya smiled: "You think so?"

Verlaine didn't understand why Nakahara Chuuya was laughing.

"Rambo said I was living as a human being and was already a human being, but you said our birth itself was a mistake. Your friendship is not only fake but also hilarious."

Seeing Verlaine's eyes waver when he heard the name Rimbaud, Nakahara Chuuya added, "He thought he had killed you until he died."

"Really?"

"I don't care what you think, but there is no doubt that I am a human being. I am not a wild god, nor am I a weapon. I am a human being named Nakahara Chuuya."

Wei Erlain narrowed his eyes. "So, you won't agree to leave with me even if I ask you to?"

Nakahara Chuuya: “Of course.”

Wei Erlan looked at him for a long moment and said, "Alright then, I'm going to take Nezuko with me."

Nakahara Chuuya frowned: "That's impossible."

"Why? It's better to follow me than to follow you and face threats."

Nakahara Chuuya laughed: "Is that even a question? We are brother and sister."

"I am your brother too."

Zhongyuan Zhongye was almost speechless by him: "I am talking about the blood relationship between brother and sister. Although it is not polite to say this, we are only relatives in name only."

Wei Erlain raised an eyebrow: "Blood relationship?"

Looking at Nezuko, they don't look much alike, but the color of their hair ends is quite similar.

Wei Erlane had no choice but to give up. "Let's stop here for today. I'll wait for you to change your minds, but be forewarned, I don't have much patience. Goodbye, Chuuya, Nezuko."

Nezuko waved goodbye to Verlaine, and after they disappeared, Nakahara Chuuya hugged Nezuko.

Nezuko rubbed his back in silent comfort.

"Go home."

"Hmm~"

Original author's words: (The Verlaine plot was really hard to write!)

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The next day, in the elevator of the building.

"Hmm? Chuuya, you were stealing last night, you have dark circles under your eyes."

Dazai Osamu looked at Nakahara Chuuya's face with surprise, as he saw dark circles under his eyes that looked like a panda's.

Nakahara Chuuya glanced at him and said, "Get out of the way."

"Did you eat dynamite? I didn't mess with you today."

Nakahara Chuuya: You know you always annoy me.

When they arrived at the floor, the two men walked out one after the other and entered the door of the leader's office.

The two of them were still a little uncomfortable without hearing the familiar rippling sound.

After looking at each other, Nakahara Chuuya immediately kicked the door open.

There was no hostage-taking as imagined, but people were drinking tea and eating snacks in a very serious manner.

Mori Ogai: Believe it or not, I was threatened.

Mori Ogai poured tea for the person in front of him. When he heard the sound of someone kicking the door, he looked up with an inscrutable look and said, "It's Chuuya and Dazai. If you can, please don't kick the door in next time, okay?"

Dazai Osamu's mouth twitched, and he couldn't stand Mori Ogai's pretentiousness.

Nakahara Chuuya stared at the blond man in front of Moriou. Noticing his gaze, the man turned around and said, "Chuuya, long time no see."

Verlaine: My memory is not as good as it used to be when I was old.

Nakahara Chuuya: ...