Something has changed without anyone noticing.
Some strange force that is closely related to the nature of the world penetrates deep into the brain, modifying and reorganizing something.
Even Sawada Tsunayoshi only felt a certain change for a moment.
He covered his forehead and took two steps back. The man in his mind stopped moving forward and began to play the words "I am your father" in a loop, just like a broken DVD.
Sawada Tsunayoshi: …
The last person to say this was his biological father.
Then when he grew up, he beat her so badly that even Nana's mother couldn't recognize her.
And this man, who was probably the young Congressman Maeda, said this...
Although the words kept echoing in his mind like a broken DVD, Sawada Tsunayoshi couldn't help but twitch his lips.
Forget it, what kind of "father" is this... A half-brother is not enough, do we need a biological father with no blood relationship? This world always feels weird.
He shook his head, and his vision gradually became clear.
When I raised my eyes, I met the worried blue eyes of the ochre-haired young man.
"Are you... okay?" he asked with a little concern.
Tsunayoshi Sawada shook his head.
Apart from the momentary shock, he didn't feel anything wrong, so he covered his head, shook it, and then stood up staggeringly.
The police were already accustomed to helpful mafia, and the two they met today were even more familiar to them. So when they saw the two men go in and some people stumble out safely soon after, they confirmed the situation very skillfully and rushed in with their men to comfort the people taken hostage.
However, there were also some rookies who had just been transferred from other places and were confused, so they secretly asked their seniors who the person who came was.
“That person…”
The old police officer, who had lived in Yokohama for several years and was familiar with the local situation, sighed and lit a cigarette. "In short, he is a big shot that none of us can afford to offend."
"Can't afford to offend?"
The rookie had done his homework before coming to Yokohama and was aware of the complicated and entangled situation here, but in the end he still had a young and romantic fantasy of justice in his heart, and he couldn't help but mutter to himself.
"Just some mafia."
The old policeman snorted and laughed.
"It's not just the mafia," he tapped his chin, "you know the councillor who came to our Yokohama recently?"
The rookie scratched his head.
"Congressman Maeda?" He thought for a moment. "I know him, but he is said to be a powerful figure who has done many good things."
The old policeman found his innocent look cute and funny, but he was the rookie he was accompanying, so he lowered his head and took out a pack of cigarettes from his bag.
As soon as I put the cigarette in my mouth, the fire was right in front of me.
He glanced at the smiling rookie, smiled back, and mumbled something between his cigarettes.
"That person... has a complicated relationship with the mafia."
Seeing the rookie's eyes widen, he added: "This matter is not a secret among us... Grow more ears, newcomer."
…
Meanwhile, Sawada Tsunayoshi had been thrown into the hospital by Nakahara Chuuya, who had rushed over on a motorcycle.
This is a hospital under the Port Mafia. Although it is more or less opposed in name, Nakahara Chuuya has come here frequently because of Sawada Tsunayoshi.
He threw Sawada Tsunayoshi in with ease, and watched the doctors busily wrapping up their crown prince (not) without relaxing his frown.
I don't know why... I always have a bad feeling.
——This premonition became even stronger when he noticed the doctor who hurried out of Sawada Tsunayoshi's ward with an expression of worry and fear on his face.
But Nakahara Chuuya was in no mood to care about the feelings of a passerby. He put away the cigarette he had just started smoking and pushed the door open to see Sawada Tsunayoshi.
"Where are you going back to later?" he asked calmly.
Sawada Tsunayoshi gave him a strange look.
He felt something was strange from the moment he entered the hospital.
But he couldn't quite put it into words. After all, nothing seemed to have changed in the hospital, and the doctors and nurses' attitudes toward him remained the same as before.
...Wait, really?
While thinking this, Nakahara Chuuya asked again.
Tsunayoshi Sawada scratched his head.
"Where to go back to... Of course, my place."
However, Nakahara Chuuya frowned.
"From the port mafia?"
Sawada Tsunayoshi looked back innocently and said, "Why don't we go to your place?"
——Just kidding, it's ok to go to the enemy leader's house on a weekday, but even if Mori Ougai doesn't say anything, Sawada Tsunayoshi's self-cultivation will not allow it.
This is the professional ethics of being a mafia.
However, Nakahara Chuuya, who knew this very well, nodded as a matter of course.
"Of course." He sat down carelessly, very close to Sawada Tsunayoshi, with a natural intimacy.
This feeling is slightly different from the usual Zhongyuan.
On weekdays, because he always thinks that he is the "older brother" and has been close to Verlaine more than once, sometimes even Nakahara Chuuya himself may not realize that he is getting closer to Verlaine, whom he regards as a role model of an older brother.
Therefore, although he says that he has a cheerful and casual personality, in front of his only child, Ou Doudou, he will try hard to appear reliable and naturally put on the airs of an "older brother".
But now, although Nakahara Chuuya still has a vague feeling of "I am your brother", it is more of an indescribable intimacy.
This kind of intimacy is different from the closeness that arises after two people have worked on each other's products of experiments. It is even deeper... It is as if the two people are not only brothers, but also brothers who have grown up together since childhood, have a tacit understanding that is difficult for others to understand, and are connected by blood.
Noticing his daze, the ochre-haired young man was stunned for a moment, muttered something, leaned over, and touched his forehead before Sawada Tsunayoshi noticed.
"You don't have a fever." He couldn't help but mutter, "Are you okay? Do you need to ask the bald guys to come back and check it out?"
Sawada Tsunayoshi slapped the opponent's pretentious claws with amusement.
"What baldness? He is a doctor, please show some basic respect to the angels in white."
Then the ochre-haired young man began to laugh.
This feeling is completely different from the usual Nakahara Chuuya.
After all, although he is the famous King of Sheep, when facing his "family", Nakahara Chuuya is indeed more restrained.
Therefore, Sawada Tsunayoshi has rarely seen this side of him.
Compared to his usual restrained, gentle and humble smile that was obviously learned deliberately, this smile was more in line with Nakahara Chuuya's own personality. The corners of his mouth were hooked, and his smile was wanton and somewhat evil.
Sawada Tsunayoshi pushed him.
Nakahara Chuuya raised his hand in a pretentious manner.
"Okay, I get it." He sighed, "Are you really going to my place?"
Sawada Tsunayoshi shook his head and looked at him strangely.
"It's still a weekday," he muttered. "In the past, Mr. Mori would have been angry."
Even though I can't do anything...but it's actually quite scary to see a man in his thirties or forties pretending to wipe his tears and look aggrieved in front of me.
Nakahara Chuuya looked disappointed and said "Oh".
Tsunayoshi Sawada found it a little funny. Looking at such a big young man sitting beside him with his head down and a sad look on his face, he somehow felt as if a big dog or a large cat was squatting beside him.
He stretched out his hand and rubbed it.
"Didn't we agree that I'd go to your place on the weekend?" Sawada Tsunayoshi tried to reason with the child.
However, the ochre-haired child seemed unwilling to pay attention to this statement. He still hung his head and was dejected, mumbling something.
“It’s not easy…”
Sawada Tsunayoshi raised his eyebrows: "What?"
Nakahara Chuuya pulled his hat.
"No, nothing." He stood up. "If you want to go, then go ahead. It's still early. I'll take you there."
The doctor just told him that Sawada Tsunayoshi was fine.
Sawada Tsunayoshi said "oh" but still felt that Nakahara Chuuya was a little strange today.
Is it because of what happened just now?
The brown-haired young man couldn't help but yawn and stretch—even though he had just started work and it wasn't even noon yet.
Seeing the rabbit stretching lazily, Chuuya Nakahara's inexplicable irritability subsided a lot.
He watched the brown-haired guy jump out of bed and put on his shoes, and couldn't help but give him instructions like an old mother.
This was the first time that Tsunayoshi Sawada felt that Nakahara Chuuya was so long-winded.
He is probably the youngest in the family (?) who is so talkative.
His brother Verlaine is a classic sultry (?) person. Even if he has a lot to say, he will only make the most direct choice in the end - in this choice, the proportion of action is often greater than communication.
Although Lan Tang has gotten rid of the amnesia buff and his personality is much closer to that of a normal person, that's all he is, and he won't grumble for a long time.
Chuuya, on the other hand, probably always thinks that he is the elder brother - in fact, Sawada Tsunayoshi has argued with him many times in the past few years, and even brought in Rimbaud and Verlaine to figure out who is "older". Anyway, Verlaine said it was him, but Sawada Tsunayoshi suspected that Rimbaud told Nakahara Chuuya that it was Chuuya - so when facing him, although he is not very old, Nakahara Chuuya always acts like an elder brother.
This nagging attribute is also a natural quality of "Brother Chuuya". However, compared to usual, Sawada Tsunayoshi felt that Chuuya was more nagging today.
...was it because he was attacked and nearly injured?
He couldn't help feeling guilty because he had made a guess in his mind, so he didn't bother to savor the strangeness of Nakahara Chuuya. Facing the other party's possession by Tang Monk, Sawada Tsunayoshi could only nod and pass it off like a chicken pecking at rice.
After a series of examinations, Tsunayoshi Sawada was bald, no, he was released from the hospital by the doctors.
Because he had a meeting coming up, he couldn't help but feel a little anxious.
Nakahara Chuuya, who seemed to want to get closer to him, muttered a few words after hearing this reason. Sawada Tsunayoshi just turned his head and asked "Huh?", and found himself being picked up by the waist.
Tsunayoshi Sawada:?
Sawada Tsunayoshi: ???
"Number one, number one, number one?"
Nakahara Chuuya had a smile on his face. He exerted a little force and stepped out a hole in the ground.
The ochre-haired young man lowered his head, and the black and red supernatural power and the words when it was activated enveloped him. The next moment, he rushed into the sky while hugging Sawada Tsunayoshi.
"Didn't you say you were going to be late?"
In between the jumps, the young man was able to explain to Sawada Tsunayoshi, just like Kanba Wakaho, "Isn't this much faster?"
Seeing Sawada Tsunayoshi's horrified expression, he smiled softly as if he saw something funny.
Because they were too close, Sawada Tsunayoshi could even feel the vibration of the other's chest, and then the smile that reached his ears.
"When you were little, I often carried you to see your father like this."
Seeing Sawada Tsunayoshi's suddenly horrified look, the auburn-haired young man reached out a hand and touched his cheek. A smile appeared in his blue eyes, intimate and warm. "Why, have you forgotten?"
"Stupid brother."
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