"Did you know?"
Sawada Tsunayoshi asked.
Dazai Osamu looked up suddenly and saw the pointed chin of the brown-haired young man.
Compared to when I saw him a few months ago, he seemed to have lost a lot of weight.
However, Dazai Osamu himself couldn't say anything about Sawada Tsunayoshi. After all, he himself could only be considered thin. Although he was wrapped in a black coat every day, one could still detect traces of his thinness from the black-haired young man's face which had lost its baby fat.
The strange thing is that Sawada Tsunayoshi has a similar body shape to him (?).
As a kid who was exploited all the time (Mori Ogre: I am not, I have nothing), Sawada Tsunayoshi was also on the thin side, and the muscular and healthy Nakahara Chuuya was always suspicious that he didn't eat well when he was in the Port Mafia, or that the black-hearted boss of the Port Mafia didn't give him any food. The rumor even reached Weilan's ears, and he almost summoned his brother who was away from home to knock on Mori Ogre's window in the middle of the night.
In short, it made people think that these were not the vicious mafia, but the poor subordinates of the black-hearted boss.
However, even so, if we were to say that the two people are very similar based on this, not only Dazai Osamu, but even Sawada Tsunayoshi would have an expression of wanting to say something but not being able to.
They are different individuals, even feeling like they are in opposition to each other.
But when disaster strikes and fate arrives, they unexpectedly choose a similar way of dealing with it.
"Do you know what Verlaine is collecting recently?" the brown-haired young man asked the dark-skinned guy beside him.
Dazai tilted his head.
"Why would I pay attention to a scary, smelly man?" Although he muttered this, the young man, who had an intelligence network that made Mori Ou jealous, still answered the question very honestly. "Let me think... would a man like him be interested in his own origin?" Dazai Osamu frowned and joked, "It seems that he is collecting information about the Black No. 12 experiment back then?"
Sawada Tsunayoshi narrowed his eyes.
"That's true," he replied, "but it's not about finding your origins."
The brown-haired young man lowered his head and placed one hand on his heart, which should have been beating like a normal human's. But at this moment, it felt as slow as that of an elderly person.
He sighed, raised his eyelids, and said sadly.
"Just like what you just said," said Sawada Tsunayoshi, "I'm going to die... I'm going to die."
He thought for a moment, and an invisible small light bulb lit up above his head, indicating the burst of inspiration in the young man.
The brown-haired young man's eyes lit up, and he asked with a sincere look like Dazai Osamu: "Is this suicide for love?"
Dazai Osamu: ...
For the first time, the black-haired young man showed such a strange expression.
But it was not a big problem. After all, he was Dazai Osamu. He adjusted his expression in an instant, and after thinking very seriously, he nodded again.
"That's true." He thought, "But if that's the case, wouldn't it mean that I and Tsuna died for love?"
The young man frowned, shuddered, and made a cross with his hands in front of his chest.
"No, Dame, absolutely not-- Dame!" He protested fiercely, "If I do that, I'll be killed by some brother-con man."
——A guy who is obsessed with his brother.
Sawada Tsunayoshi was stunned for a moment, then realized that he was talking about Weilan.
In his original world, he had never had a creature called "brother". At most, he called his Guardian of the Sun "Big Brother". However, the young man seemed to be different from Weilan. He lowered his eyes and a faint smile appeared at the corners of his lips.
"You won't die." He gently comforted the black-haired young man, "After all, you have already died for love with me."
It is said that if a person is killed, he will die. If a person commits suicide for love, he will also die and will not be killed again.
Even Dazai Osamu would have to give full marks to this logic.
Then the black-haired young man retracted his head and muttered a few words.
"But even you, Tsuna, can't do it, right?" He said with a subtle smugness, "After all, I am the protagonist of this world."
——That seems to be the case.
The man named "Dazai Osamu" built this world. Although he does not seem to be the well-known "protagonist" as he guessed, there is no doubt that this world will not be able to function without him.
Therefore, if he did not die according to the established route, there seemed to be problems with the operation of this world.
This is why Dostoevsky still persisted in trying to kill Dazai Osamu after his previous plan failed.
Sawada Tsunayoshi's eyes flickered and he touched his nose.
"Well... that's not necessarily true."
He said.
Dazai Osamu looked at him suspiciously.
But Sawada Tsunayoshi didn't intend to say too much... After all, he himself didn't actually understand the principle behind it. He just mumbled something vaguely and rubbed the black-haired young man's head.
"In any case, let's leave saving the world to adults."
He said this, the only light in the dark alley.
He frowned, put on a smile brighter than the sun, and stretched out his hand in front of Dazai Osamu.
"Okay, I know you took the book from Mr. Doss... Give it to me, good boy." He smiled soothingly, "It's okay, it's okay."
…
The so-called "book" is the foundation of the existence of this world.
But no one knew what kind of book this was from the beginning to the end.
If I must say it, it is not the concept of an entity, but the collective concept of "book".
In modern times, when paper is used as a medium, the form of "books" naturally becomes the familiar form of books.
But in earlier times, when paper had not yet appeared, "books" also appeared in other forms.
Paper, cloth, bamboo slips, bronze, and even the most primitive form - stone slabs.
So, if they are the same thing, then whatever the cube of seven needs, the book also needs.
As of now, the size of this world is not as big as the world he lives in.
So give it a try.
He was dying anyway.
And if the life of a person who is destined to die can save the existence of someone he cares about in this world... Sawada Tsunayoshi feels that this is simply a good profit.
So he lit a flame, and injected the swinging flame of life into the pages of the book that Dazai Osamu had disguised as a complete suicide manual.
As expected, the flames touched the pages of the book but did not consume it.
On the contrary, what was swallowed up was the brightly burning flame.
The bright flames flickered as they were being devoured, and then shrank like a frightened rabbit, but according to its owner's wishes, it continued to approach the book cautiously.
After the book was fed with so much flames, even the words on it became blurred.
The black words on the white paper gradually faded away, but they did not disappear with the world as Dostoyevsky feared.
On the contrary, the black words disappeared and reappeared, forming countless lines that moved randomly on the page.
Finally, a strange picture is formed.
Dazai Osamu can no longer get close to here.
He put one hand in front of him, and when Sawada Tsunayoshi picked up the book, a very strong light came from the other's hand.
It was bright and dazzling, but surprisingly, it did not cause his skin, which had not seen sunlight for a long time, to peel or become allergic.
On the contrary, the strong sunlight shining on his body brought warmth like the touch of a mother's hand.
Dazai Osamu gritted his teeth and took a step forward, but was stopped in his tracks by the light.
Until the light fades.
The world seemed to have not changed at all, and Sawada Tsunayoshi did not disappear on the spot as he vaguely feared.
The only difference is that the young man seems to have "grown up" a little, his brows and eyes are relaxed, and he has an aura of majesty without even being angry.
He placed one hand on the "book", and when he opened his eyes, it seemed as if an all-consuming flame was burning in his eyes, scorching his dark and cold soul.
Faintly, he saw an angel in the light spread its wings and smiled warmly at him.
Dazai Osamu opened his lips. In his heart, he vaguely felt that something was about to happen. This feeling made him uneasy and frightened. Almost at the next moment when he thought of this, a strong light appeared before his eyes.
The golden, gorgeous fireworks suddenly exploded in front of his eyes and fell into his iris-colored eyes, making Dazai Osamu suddenly remember a summer day not long ago.
It was the summer when the Port Mafia had just gained a foothold in Kanto Station and basically established its "boss" status. After a big fight with the enemy's leading organization, it won the throne of boss. Even the cunning Mori Ogawa had a rare genuine smile on his face.
Everyone said they wanted to celebrate the victory.
But there are still a lot of things to come. There is also a group of people headed by a dark dwarf in Yokohama who will cause trouble everywhere. Therefore, if we really have to take a day or two off, I am afraid that when they come back, the port mafia will have returned to the pre-liberation era.
At this time, it was Tsunayoshi Sawada who made the suggestion while holding Alice's hand and eating apple candy.
【“How about trying fireworks to celebrate?”】
——He said so.
Mori Ogai's eyes lit up, Dazai Osamu turned his head away and said in a provocative tone that he didn't expect Tsuna-kun to like this kind of thing like a child.
But at this time, Sister Hongye was already stroking her chin, thinking about how much she should prepare. On the other side, A was also not sarcastic. He patted his chest and took on the cost of the fireworks and the fines (?) that might be caused by setting off fireworks.
The public security officer who rushed back from a long journey thought about it for a moment and said that if necessary, he could contact the extreme idol he had recently collaborated with, which would also contribute to the celebration of the conference.
I don't know how it ended up being that we all sat on the rooftop and had a barbecue together.
The officers were of course in the building outside Moriou. There was also an uninvited guest, Nakahara Chuuya, who was said to be monitoring Sawada Tsunayoshi and not letting him drink. Under the gaze of the rooftop outside Moriou, who was inexplicably worried about himself, the group of people looked up at the starry sky. They put aside their usual grudges and talked about love and romance.
The scene was bustling with activity for a while. Compared to the leader Morio, Tsunayoshi Sawada was obviously more popular with the others and was the one surrounded in the center.
At this time, Nakahara Chuuya was going to intervene, but his relationship with the people in the "Flag Club" was unexpectedly good, so he just grabbed a bottle of non-alcoholic drink and sat with his friends.
If Dazai Osamu had never thought that there would be a day when everyone would sit on the building of the port mafia and happily barbecue together, even if it was, it would probably be him or someone else who would grill the office outside Morio as a skewer.
But the accident just happened naturally.
It wasn't until he heard a roar next to his ears and the first firework belonging to the port mafia rang out in the night sky of Yokohama that he was pulled back from his trance.
Before we knew it, colorful fireworks were already setting off at the end of our sight, and the person who suggested setting off the fireworks was standing not far away, busily making potato chips for Alice.
The other person glanced up inadvertently, and it seemed that their gaze met his.
Dazai Osamu was slightly stunned, turned his head away, and took a sip of the shochu in his hand.
Really spicy.
As he thought this, he turned his head and saw that the brown-haired young man had indeed withdrawn his gaze.
He was patiently distributing the things in his hands, not only to Alice, but also to others. Even Nakajima Atsushi who was helping out on the side received a gift from the godfather immediately.
Dazai Osamu did not move forward, but leaned against the corner, isolating everyone by himself.
Another cluster of fireworks exploded in the air, golden in color, making people inexplicably think of the color of Sawada Tsunayoshi's eyes during battle.
When he came to his senses, the other person was walking towards him amid the fireworks.
[“Let’s watch the fireworks together next year.”]
The brown-haired young man said, with a gentle smile on his face that Dazai Osamu could never learn, and invited him, "Would you like to join us?"
[“We haven’t prepared it this year… but next year, we can prepare it in advance. I’ll show you the best fireworks then.”]
——He promised.
And at this moment, Dazai Osamu saw it.
The golden-red fireworks projected into his pupils and exploded inside his brain. It was a beautiful sight he had never seen in his life.
He opened his mouth, and only after a long time did he hear his own voice.
[“It’s okay. It’ll be fine.”]
fraud.
[“Next year, please watch the best fireworks.”]
Saw it, the best fireworks ever.
It was burned with your life.
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