Nakahara Chuuya seemed to have had a very long dream.

He usually doesn't dream. He hasn't had a dream since he became conscious at the age of eight. Every time he closes his eyes, what awaits him is endless darkness, and he keeps falling into the darkness.

Therefore, when he was seventeen years old and was speculated to be a non-human made up of a bunch of codes, Nakahara Chuuya didn't even know how to refute it.

It was only because Dazai Osamu insisted that codes could not form a strange person like Chuuya, and forced him to say some nonsense, that made Nakahara Chuuya forget about it.

In this dream, I vaguely recalled a lot of things about when I was seventeen years old.

What he remembers most clearly is that when he was seventeen years old, he and Dazai Osamu completed a mission and met a traveler in strange clothes on their way back.

The traveler was wearing Taisho-era clothing and holding a sword with long tassels. He looked at Dazai Osamu strangely and said, "I've seen you before."

That day was an ordinary evening afternoon. Behind the traveler were large patches of fire clouds like smoke and fog, which made his dark robe look particularly solemn. Nakahara Chuuya looked into his eyes.

It was a vast expanse of iris color.

The deepest part of that ivy-colored area turned out to be a purgatory on earth, with blood everywhere.

The stimulation woke Nakahara Chuuya up from his dream all of a sudden. His hands curled up a little uncomfortably, and suddenly he touched a relatively cool and soft object.

When he opened his eyes completely, he found that the object was actually Dazai Osamu's hand.

Dazai Osamu, who had always boasted of his maturity and stability after becoming the leader, leaned tiredly on the side of his bed, his cheeks were pale, his hair was messy, and a black coat was draped over him, as if his whole body had blended with the darkness, except for his cold and pale face.

Nakahara Chuuya suddenly remembered the appearance of the traveler. After waking up from his dream, he found that he could not remember the man's appearance at all. He only remembered the man's deep iris-colored eyes and the long dark robe that almost dragged on the ground. He stood under the scorching sun, but he looked as heavy as if he had walked out of the abyss.

His brain felt as if it had been pricked by a needle. Nakahara Chuuya sat up on the bed and looked around. He saw a pure white sheepskin blanket next to him. He bent down and picked it up, wanting to put it on Dazai Osamu so that he could sleep more comfortably.

Because the moment he opened his eyes, he saw Dazai Osamu leaning against his bed, pursing his lips as if he was thinking about something, and the hand he just touched was also very cold.

He thought Dazai Osamu was probably cold.

Although Nakahara Chuuya's actions were extremely careful, he still inadvertently disturbed Dazai Osamu. When his sheet was about to cover Dazai Osamu, Dazai Osamu alertly opened his eyes and grabbed Nakahara Chuuya's wrist.

His speed was so fast that Nakahara Chuuya didn't dodge in the first moment and was caught by him. Nakahara Chuuya felt a little emotional for a moment. When he was not by Dazai Osamu's side, had Dazai Osamu's physical skills become so good?

Dazai Osamu said: "Who?"

Nakahara Chuuya, whose wrist was pinched red, met his gaze expressionlessly.

Dazai Osamu's eyes swept across the white sheet that fell on the ground, and then across Nakahara Chuuya's wrist. He did not let go immediately. He has never been someone who would be embarrassed, especially towards Nakahara Chuuya.

He just blinked his eyes in confusion, blinking away the moisture in his eyes, and replaced them with a gentle look. : "Chuuya, are you awake?"

Nakahara Chuuya twisted his wrist and got out of Dazai's hand. He said to Dazai: "Well, why are you here?"

In Nakahara Chuuya's shallow consciousness, he only vaguely remembered that when he finally opened the door, Dazai Osamu hurried over.

It would have been better if he didn't say it. As soon as he said it, Dazai Osamu seemed to have thought of something strange. He looked at Nakahara Chuuya and asked: "Chuuya, before coming here, didn't I tell you to be careful?"

"If I didn't arrive in time, Chuuya, tell me, do you know clearly what will happen?"

...Nakahara was silent for a moment. He was himself, how could he not know how the story would end?

Facts have proved that he was almost losing consciousness at that time. If Dazai Osamu had not arrived in time, it is estimated that no one there would have survived. When he died, even the entire auction house would have been buried with him, or, to be more precise, the entire city.

Nakahara Chuuya was unwilling to deceive Dazai Osamu, so he told him what he was thinking. He said, "Maybe I will die."

Dazai Osamu looked at him steadily. He did not complain when he spoke, but said casually as if he was chatting with Nakahara Chuuya: "Yeah, if Chuuya died, how could Chuuya be worthy of me?"

Nakahara Chuuya knew that he was in the wrong, and he didn't want to think too much about the future that Dazai Osamu talked about.

So Nakahara Chuuya forced himself to change the subject and asked, "Why did you come here suddenly?"

Dazai Osamu saw that he had changed the subject and there was no more entanglement. He said, "Because I received news from Yumura-kun before, he was a little hesitant in speaking, and I felt something was wrong, so I came here."

Yumura-kun is the name of the auction house owner.

Dazai Osamu said: "If there is nothing wrong, then I will spend one more day with you in this small city. If there is..."

Dazai Osamu did not explain in detail. He just smiled at Nakahara Chuuya and said, "I did come to save Chuuya after all."

Nakahara Chuuya felt even more guilty because of his smile. Although he didn't know why he felt guilty, when he met Dazai Osamu's eyes, he always felt that he was sorry for Dazai Osamu.

Nakahara Chuuya snorted softly, "This is just a small accident. If I hadn't met them, I wouldn't have been able to open the dirty car."

At this point, recalling the group of people he saw yesterday, Nakahara Chuuya's eyes turned slightly cold: "Have you found out where they are? Where are they from? Why are their abilities so strange?"

Especially the leader, the man named Kuroro.

Nakahara Chuuya still remembers the look of him holding the book in both hands and smiling mysteriously at him.

That organization was too mysterious, as if it appeared out of nowhere. Nakahara Chuuya had never heard of their name before.

Zhongyuan Chuuya took this very seriously.

Dazai Osamu, however, didn't take it seriously at all and said casually, "I've already asked someone to check it out. Chuuya, don't worry. There will probably be an answer soon."

Before Nakahara Chuuya could say something, Dazai Osamu grabbed his hand.

Dazai Osamu's hand was even colder than before, almost like a piece of ice sticking to Nakahara Chuuya's wrist.

Nakahara Chuuya's gaze inevitably fell on his wrist, and he watched indignantly as Dazai Osamu pulled his wrist and placed it under his cheek.

Then Dazai Osamu rubbed Nakahara Chuuya's hand like a kitten, and lay down beside his bed again. After opening his eyes, the color on his body became much brighter. Even in the dark, his clear iris-colored eyes were radiating light. He squinted his eyes lazily and said to Nakahara Chuuya: "Chuuya, I'm so sleepy."

The sound is soft and sticky, just like cotton candy, or like the cat in Lupin who always likes to sit at the bar and lick its fur.

It's hard not to soften for a moment and return to those leisurely and relaxing evenings.

Nakahara Chuuya, who had always been fooled by Dazai Osamu with this trick, immediately softened his heart. He looked at Dazai Osamu and asked, "Did you come here directly after work again?"

Dazai nodded. His sleepy nod looked particularly innocent. The ahoge on his head was a little dotted, with a kind of messy beauty. He said in a daze, "It took me a long, long time to catch the ship and finally get to Chuuya's side."

"…Then go to sleep."

Nakahara Chuuya sat on the bed, gave up resistance and said softly.

They are currently staying in the hotel that the auction host prepared for Nakahara Chuuya.

It was a very spacious suite, with the curtains next to it drawn tightly, not letting in any light at all and blocking out all sounds, making it impossible to tell whether it was day or night.

In the darkness, he lowered his eyes and watched Dazai Osamu fall into sleep, the light in his eyes was unusually gentle.

Dazai Osamu let down all his guard in front of Nakahara Chuuya, and fell into a deep sleep like a child. Probably, except for Nakahara Chuuya, even Dazai Osamu himself didn't know that when Dazai Osamu fell asleep, he liked to lie on the soft quilt with his hair disheveled.

Because Dazai Osamu was in a light sleep, Nakahara Chuuya didn't dare to move. He sat there and looked at Dazai Osamu for a while. As a result, Nakahara Chuuya couldn't help but start to feel a little sleepy.

He leaned against the bed and slowly fell onto it, falling into a deep sleep.

And outside the window, which Zhongyuan didn't know, dark clouds covered everything.

The Black Lizard Group, a gang from the port that followed Dazai Osamu's lead and came late, slaughtered almost everyone in the city. Blood was scattered on every street, and the drizzling rain washed away all traces of their presence and flowed into the underground sewers.

Guangjin stood in the rain holding an umbrella, watching them gather neatly in front of him. He said he gained nothing and lowered his head to glance at the watch on his wrist.

"Half an hour left, clear the area."

This was a scene that the leader did not want to be seen by Nakahara Chuuya's officers, so they naturally wanted to do their best.

·

That night, after Nakahara Chuuya woke up, he followed Dazai Osamu and took the Port Mafia's plane back home.

After returning, before I even started thinking about the whereabouts of that group of people, I received a commission notice from Dazai Osamu.

The huge French window reflected Dazai Osamu's pale face. Dazai Osamu sat at the chief's desk and said softly, "Chuuya, there is a problem with the overseas business chain. You may need to travel for a while longer."

Having said that, he handed over the report in his hand.

Nakahara Chuuya took it and looked at it. It clearly listed the details of the past few months when he was away. It was indeed a huge loss.

He frowned and said, "Did someone show up who shouldn't be there?"

Dazai Osamu pursed his lips in embarrassment and shook his head. He said, "I don't know what happened. If I want to know what happened, I think Chuuya should go and see it in person."

He spoke very sincerely, and the report handed to Nakahara Chuuya also clearly stated that Dazai Osamu was not lying.

However, when Nakahara Chuuya looked at Dazai Osamu's smiling face in front of him, he always felt inexplicably distant from him.

It was as if Dazai Osamu, who had fallen asleep peacefully beside him that day, had disappeared forever in that instant.

He held the report in his hand and responded, accepting the task.

She turned around to leave, but when she reached the door, she suddenly turned around and said to Dazai Osamu.

"If you need me, be sure to call me."

Dazai Osamu seemed to be stunned for a moment, but then he quickly reacted and nodded at him with a smile: "Okay, if the time comes, I will definitely tell Chuuya."

Nakahara Chuuya tried to find a hint of hypocrisy on his cheeks, but the longer his eyes stayed on Dazai Osamu's cheeks, the less he saw it.

This time, there was no expression on Dazai Osamu's face that he could read. Dazai Osamu hid any expression he had towards him.

He said, "...Okay."

Nakahara Chuuya pushed open the door and left the leader's office.

I boarded a plane to go overseas that night. When I left, Dazai Osamu did not come to see me off. Instead, Nakajima Atsushi and Izumi Kageka came.

Izumi Kyoka, who has not been seen for a long time, is still only as tall as Nakajima Atsushi's shoulders. Standing next to him, she looks like a little tail that has existed since Nakajima Atsushi was born.

Izumi Kyoka handed a small bag to Nakahara Chuuya with a paralyzed face: "Here, this is for you."

Izumi Kyoka has a paralyzed face, but she looks very cute. She has two long ponytails and looks like a Japanese doll. She likes to wear colorful kimonos and speaks like she is spitting ice chips.

After listening to this, Nakajima Atsushi couldn't help but laugh a little. He raised his hand and touched her head.

Nakajima Atsushi is an exception in the Port Mafia because he usually wears white clothes, but his special ability is the Moon Beast, so it is difficult for him not to be stained with blood when he takes action.

Nakahara Chuuya clearly saw the blood stains on his sleeves. Nakajima Atsushi gently supplemented Izumi Kagami's words: "Kgami has recently started learning to make pastries. This is her first batch of pastries and it's pretty good, so she wanted to give it to Mr. Chuuya to try."

Zhongyuan Zhong was also a little surprised: "Why did she think of learning this?"

According to his understanding of Quan Jinghua, Quan Jinghua entered the Port Mafia at a very young age.

All you learned were murder and arson. When did you become interested in making pastries?

Nakajima Atsushi scratched the back of his head and smiled a little embarrassedly: "There have been a lot of gossips lately, so it's hard to go out, so Jinghua tried it when she stayed at home."

Nakahara Chuuya curled his lips and did not express any opinion. He took the small bag from Izumi Kyoka's hand, bent down and touched Izumi Kyoka's head, and the touch was furry.

He said, "Thank you for your hard work. I will definitely treasure your gift."

Quan Jinghua looked at Zhongyuan Chuuya with a sullen face and nodded expressionlessly: "Next time, I'll give it to you again."

Nakahara Chuuya couldn't help but chuckle. He smiled at Izumi Kyoka and said, "Okay, I'll wait for your gift."

After saying this, Zhong Yuanzhong turned around and left quickly.

Izumi Kyoka, who was watching Nakahara Chuuya walk away from her, looked up at Nakajima Atsushi and said, "Do you think Lord Nakahara will come back soon?"

Nakajima Atsushi pursed his lips and shook his head: "Probably not."

When Lord Nakahara Chuuya was with Dazai Osamu, all of Lord Nakahara Chuuya's overseas business was managed by Nakajima Atsushi. Although he was not as capable as Lord Nakahara Chuuya, it was still easy for him to simply manipulate the overseas data.

But just last night, his database was directly breached, and those data links that were originally working suddenly took a turn for the worse and turned directly into negative numbers.

Nakajima Atsushi tracked down the case for an entire night, mobilizing a lot of forces from the port mafia.

The final result of the investigation told him that the location was the port mafia.

The only person in the Port Mafia who dares to attack the Port Mafia is Dazai Osamu.

Thinking of the news that all the Black Lizards had gone out yesterday and had not returned yet, Nakajima Atsushi sighed deeply.

He raised his head and looked at the dark sky. The dark clouds covered the port mafia completely, making it impossible to tell how deep the clouds were.

It's another storm.

Nakajima Atsushi thought so and walked back into the Port Mafia with Izumi Kyoka.

·

Just as Nakajima Atsushi had thought, Nakahara Chuuya never came back in the nearly three months that followed.

He was almost unilaterally imprisoned overseas by Dazai Osamu. After completing a mission, there was always the next mission waiting for him.

Maybe he didn't doubt it at the beginning, but after being blocked three times by Dazai Osamu and using the same excuse, no matter how stupid Nakahara Naka was, he finally reacted.

Besides, he is not stupid at all.

He looked at the neatly organized control room in front of him, then looked at the phone in his hand that was hung up by Dazai Osamu again, and couldn't help but sigh.

Turned and walked towards the open-air balcony.

The night sea breeze blew through Nakahara Chuuya's hair. Nakahara Chuuya lowered his head, bit his cigarette, and took a puff.

He blew out a round smoke ring, took a puff, and then didn't move again.

The cigarette was held between his slender fingertips, and the tiny bit of scarlet slowly devoured the scalloped white cigarette. Zhongyuan Zhongye leaned on the fence and watched the lingering smoke being blown away by the sea breeze.

He thought.

“Although I know this is normal, it still makes me feel uncomfortable.”

·

Although this is something that Chuuya Nakahara agrees with.

When he was rejected by Dazai Osamu that day, he chose to walk away.

But he really couldn't have imagined that the separation of adults would come so quickly.

And silence again.

In just a moment, all traces disappeared without a trace.

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