When Dazai Osamu said this, Shui Jiangyi clearly saw the undercurrent surging in Dazai Osamu's eyes, and the fierceness seemed to be flowing out of Dazai Osamu's eyes, but he suppressed it easily and just said this sentence lightly to Nakahara Chuuya, neither lightly nor heavily.

As the leader of the Port Mafia, if Dazai Osamu really thought so, he could just confine Nakahara Chuuya in the Port Mafia and not let him go out.

But Dazai Osamu did not do so. He chose to let Nakahara Chuuya go with his own hands, allowing Nakahara Chuuya to leave this place of trouble. He also did not say even a word to Nakahara Chuuya to restrain his sharpness.

The orange-haired young man's eyes trembled, and he said softly, "What do you mean, Dazai?"

This statement can be considered a joke at best, but at best...

This would become an obvious disaster. It was obvious that Mizue Yi did not want to give up the feelings that Dazai Osamu had finally revealed. He wanted to use this opportunity to make Dazai Osamu say all the words he had never said to Nakahara Chuuya before.

Without waiting for Dazai's answer, the orange-haired young man approached Dazai and said, "I know very well that the look in your eyes just now was not fake. This is what you think."

Dazai Osamu was forced to press his back against the chair, and the cool touch touched his windbreaker. Because of this posture, he was forced to look up at Nakahara Chuuya. Nakahara Chuuya's eyes were as clear as a flawless gem: "Is my answer so necessary for Chuuya?"

Shui Jiangyi nodded without hesitation: "Of course."

The battle-hardened Mizue Yi can now face Dazai Osamu's question with absolute calmness. For all his options, no matter how he answers, there are only two real answers: a. He needs Dazai Osamu, and b. He doesn't need Dazai Osamu.

Dazai Osamu lowered his head when he heard his decisive answer. He whispered, "You always force me."

Huh?

Although his voice was very low, Mizue Yi, who had been paying attention to Dazai Osamu, naturally did not miss these words. He raised his eyebrows a little in surprise. What did he mean by he had been forcing Dazai Osamu?

In the if storyline, wasn't it always Dazai Osamu who held all the initiative between the two of them?

Nakahara Chuuya was forced to follow Dazai Osamu onto the dark path of the port mafia. Nakahara Chuuya was forced to distance himself from Dazai Osamu. Until Dazai Osamu's death, he still didn't know why Dazai Osamu distanced himself from him.

Shui Jiang Yiqing couldn't help but frown. Could it be that he had missed some details?

Then, Dazai Osamu pinched his wrist. Dazai Osamu's hand was so cold that Shui Jiangyi shivered. He vaguely remembered that the last time he was pinched by Dazai Osamu, Dazai Osamu's hand was not as cold as it is now.

But soon, Shui Jiangyi was no longer in the mood to pay attention to whether Dazai Osamu's hands were cold, because those hands were pressing on his wrist bones, pulling them so hard that it hurt.

Mizue Yi bent down, trying to see Dazai Osamu's expression clearly.

Then he was pulled down by Dazai Osamu, and the positions of the two people were instantly reversed.

Mizue Yi, who had just forced Dazai Osamu, was pushed against a chair by Dazai Osamu. The darkness enveloped everything, but he could clearly hear Dazai Osamu's heartbeat.

The warm human body temperature penetrated through the coat and reached Shui Jiangyi's body. He listened to Dazai Osamu's heartbeat, which was slow but real, beside Shui Jiangyi's ear. Suddenly, the panic feeling of being pulled down by Dazai Osamu disappeared.

The breathing of the two people was approaching without limit.

Shui Jiangyi looked at Dazai Osamu, his orange hair falling messily on his shoulders, and his hat falling to the ground. He made a clumsy sound and said, "I forced you...?"

There was a hint of confusion in his voice.

Dazai Osamu looked at the cheek of the person in front of him, and many past events flashed through his lowered eyes.

He complained, "Yeah, if Nakadashi hadn't pushed me, I wouldn't have come to this point today."

Dazai raised his hand and touched the ends of Shui Jiangyi's hair. The curled and slightly curly orange semi-long hair entangled Dazai's pale fingers, just like a quiet color that suddenly encountered the conspicuousness of spring, and like a moth that was burned by a gorgeous perm but still insisted on touching the flame. He whispered: "If Chuuya hadn't forced me to survive again and again, I wouldn't have to be so tired, right?"

Dazai Osamu spoke in a chaotic and rambling manner, but miraculously, Mizue Eikan understood what he said.

...If Dazai Osamu insists on saying so, then I can only say that it is true.

Whether Nakahara Chuuya did it intentionally or unintentionally, he always left a big mark in Dazai Osamu's life.

Regardless of whether Dazai Osamu who became the leader can choose or not, Dazai Osamu before becoming the leader can always choose.

The person who made him choose to stay in the Port Mafia at that time was Nakahara Chuuya.

When he was young, they met by chance, or perhaps by a miracle of fate.

When Mr. Mori had become numb to Dazai Osamu's endless deaths.

It was Nakahara Chuuya who pulled Dazai Osamu out of the abyss of despair time and time again, as he was rushing towards death using different methods.

When he saw Dazai Osamu hanging in front of Nakahara Chuuya's apartment, Nakahara Chuuya hurriedly cut the rope that was hanging Dazai Osamu.

When he saw Dazai Osamu jumping down from the high-rise building at the port, Nakahara Chuuya followed Dazai Osamu without thinking and grabbed Dazai Osamu's hand.

It was when Nakahara Chuuya opened the bathroom door and saw Dazai Osamu lying in his bathtub with a shallow wound on his wrist that was bleeding, turning the entire bathtub of water a bright red. He hurriedly picked up Dazai Osamu and rushed to the operating room.

Nakahara Chuuya, who always cared about his image, had a messy head of hair and his clothes were wet and sticky to his body, but he didn't notice it at all and rushed to the infirmary without hesitation.

Or maybe it was that it snowed heavily that winter and everyone started giving gifts.

Then on Christmas Eve, Nakahara Chuuya gave Dazai a summer bathrobe. Dazai lay on the sofa in Nakahara Chuuya's office and muttered, "It's winter now, why did Chuuya give me something like this?"

Although he said such disgusting words, Dazai Osamu did not return the bathrobe to Nakahara Chuuya. Instead, he held it in his hands as if it were something new and observed its material.

It is a dark blue plaid pattern. The fabric feels very soft yet has a slightly rough texture.

What kind of fabric is it made of?

While Dazai Osamu was lost in thought, Nakahara Chuuya, who was still writing a report at his desk, stretched his stiff fingers and said, "Let's go traveling together next summer?"

"I've bought the tickets for a cruise, and I've also borrowed my vacation time in advance from Mr. Mori, so I should be able to stay for a month."

Nakahara Chuuya made a clear analysis, and Dazai Osamu was surprised: "Chuuya actually planned so much? It turned out that he had planned it all in advance. Although I don't really want to go with Chuuya, but seeing the dog's sincere prayer, how could the master let his wish go unfulfilled?"

Nakahara Chuuya suddenly felt itchy in his hands, and he said, "Dazai, have you not been to the infirmary for a long time recently?"

As he finished speaking, the lights in the office distorted for a moment, and then quickly became quiet.

The sealed glass doors and windows locked away all the secrets of this winter, except for the misty snow that suddenly fell outside the window.

Wishing good luck in the coming year.

Next year...Dazai Osamu did not wait until next year.

The next year, Mr. Mori disappeared and he became the leader of the port mafia.

Nakahara Chuuya went to the cruise ship alone, but in the end he did not board the ship.

Finally he heard that the cruise ship encountered an iceberg on the sea and sank.

It was like Dazai Osamu's past that had sunk to the bottom of the sea, covered with pure white snow, and underneath it, endless dirt.

"Did I do something wrong?"

After a long silence, the orange-haired young man raised his eyes and looked at Dazai Osamu. He whispered: "So, should I just let you die?"

The orange-haired young man spoke this softly and slowly. He did not complain or say anything. He just looked at Dazai Osamu calmly, so calmly that it seemed as if he was not the person Dazai Osamu was familiar with at all.

He said, "If you really want me to let you die, why do you keep showing such an expression in front of me?"

The orange-haired young man raised his hand and touched the corner of Dazai Osamu's eye.

Dazai Osamu had beautiful facial features, but the most attractive thing was his eyes, which were either smiling or mysterious.

"You look like you're going to cry to me in the next second, Dazai."

Nakahara Chuuya said with emotion.

"Ah, I'm so tired."

After hearing what Nakahara Chuuya said, Dazai Osamu finally couldn't hold back and fell on Nakahara Chuuya.

The cold windbreaker hit the orange-haired young man in the face, but Dazai Osamu's body was warm.

Dazai Osamu held Nakahara Chuuya like a doll, and complained, "Since Chuuya knew, why didn't he just keep it to himself? Why did you expose me?"

The orange-haired young man raised his hand and touched Dazai Osamu's hair. He said, "It can't be changed now."

His voice was dazed: "Whether it's your dislike of words or my sharpness."

Dazai Osamu leaned his head on Nakahara Chuuya's shoulder. He reached out and ruffled Nakahara Chuuya's half-long hair affectionately: "So?"

"Change the future, Dazai." The orange-haired young man lowered his eyes and looked into Dazai's eyes.

"Give up your original idea. That method will not lead to a win-win situation in the end."

The atmosphere that had just been eased by Dazai Osamu's show of weakness froze again.

Dazai Osamu said, "How do you know what I'm thinking? What if it's actually Chuuya and you guessed wrong?"

The orange-haired young man stood up from Dazai Osamu's chair easily, his speed was so fast that it seemed like just a blink of an eye. He looked at the chessboard next to Dazai Osamu's desk.

The visit above is just like an ordinary chess game.

But if you look closely, you will find that the things on it are placed in a confused manner, with the white pieces placed on the black side and the black pieces placed on the white side.

The two sides seem to be confronting each other, but in fact... they are intertwined.

In Dazai Osamu's memory, Mizue Yi heard what Dazai Osamu said when he decided to play this chess game. He said.

"Because I want to make a bet with someone."

A madman like Dazai Osamu, at the moment of gambling, before putting others on the table, he has already put himself on the table.

So when Shui Jiang Yi bent down and picked up the black chess piece that was deepest into the white area, it was no surprise that he saw Dazai Osamu's name on it.

"Then tell me, what is this?"

Dazai Osamu's eyes were confused for a moment, and he said, "This is just a chessboard."

"Really?" Shui Jiangyi smiled, not quite smiling.

Then he picked up the remaining black pieces one by one.

He had seen each and every one of them beside Nakahara Chuuya, and they all looked very familiar.

The chess pieces symbolizing Nakajima Atsushi and Izumi Kageka were both placed on the white side by Dazai Osamu.

Shui Jiangyi placed the three chess pieces in front of Dazai Osamu and asked him softly, "Can you tell me where you put the chess piece called Nakahara Chuuya?"

When the heavy chess piece fell on the table, there was a dull sound.

In this silent space, it seems particularly harsh.

Nakahara Chuuya's top hat had fallen off earlier, so at this moment, his hair was messed up by Dazai Osamu, but Dazai Osamu found to his surprise that he could not say anything to defend himself.

He thought: Where could it be? Of course, he had thrown it to Chuuya on the first day he made it. Now he probably didn't know where Chuuya had thrown it. A trash can? Or maybe his treasure room.

Of course Shui Jiangyi asked on purpose, he knew that Dazai Osamu gave the chess piece to Nakahara Chuuya.

Although Nakahara Chuuya didn't know why Dazai Osamu gave him the chess piece, he carefully placed the chess piece in his treasure room.

Dazai Osamu finally said: "Why do you know that I made a chess piece for Chuuya?"

Shui Jiangyi thought that Dazai was talking nonsense: "Because you are missing a black chess piece. Actually, I am quite curious, why did you order that chess piece, but then gave up in the end?"

Dazai Osamu was silent for a while. He always felt that the perception of Nakahara Chuuya in front of him was too sharp. He could see through his emotions even more sharply than Nakahara Chuuya who grew up with him.

It seemed that all his emotions had nowhere to hide in front of this Nakahara Chuuya.

The other self must hate talking to Chuuya, right? The feeling of being seen through couldn't be any worse.

But also...

Dazai Osamu thought, but it also made people feel very happy. After all, Dazai Osamu had been carrying the secret alone for a long time. He was the only one who broke the cycle of the world and came to this world. He knew Dazai Osamu's secret.

So Dazai Osamu was rarely lazy, he relaxed his mind and chose to compromise.

He held his chin and said, "I just ordered it for fun."

“At that time, although at that time, I actually thought about whether I should let Chuuya participate in my game? With Chuuya’s participation, my plan will definitely go smoothly, right?”

"If everything goes smoothly, my original 30% chance of winning can be turned into 80%. With this in mind, I ordered the chess piece."

"But when Nakagawa actually brought the box to me, I regretted it."

"I don't want to use Chuuya as my chess piece anymore, so I gave that chess piece to Chuuya."

Dazai Osamu said these words very lightly, as if it was not a trivial matter at all. It was just a chess piece, just one less chess piece, and the black chess piece could no longer achieve fair competition with the white chess piece.

But in fact, when Dazai Osamu gave the chess piece to Nakahara Chuuya, it meant that he would never try to manipulate Nakahara Chuuya's life again.

He slowly let go of Zhongyuan Zhongye, slowly severing their past friendship which was not very deep in the first place and had only accumulated during their two years of partnership.

In this gamble with unknown people, Dazai Osamu calculated all the people he could include.

And Nakahara Chuuya is excluded from everyone else and controls his own destiny.

"But." Shui Jiangyi looked helplessly at the chess piece in his hand that belonged to Dazai Osamu. He said, "Nakahara Chuuya didn't know about this, and you didn't think about telling him about this."

Dazai Osamu asked him back: "Is it meaningful to say all this? Does it let Chuuya know that he will die soon?"

"..."Shui Jiangyi's gaze paused.

He seemed to sense some subtle emotions, he looked at Dazai Osamu steadily and said.

"Dazai, if I'm not mistaken."

"You seem to regard me in this world as your responsibility?"

"And, it forcibly decided my future direction?"

Dazai Osamu looked up at Nakahara Chuuya in front of him, and he saw a look of disbelief in Nakahara Chuuya's eyes.

He was a little confused for a moment, but didn't know where to start, so he just spoke hastily.

"Aren't you the same?"

Dazai Osamu said: "Because you knew the past in advance, you felt guilty towards me from the beginning. Because you couldn't bear to see me die, you did something you would never do."

Dazai Osamu's voice was very soft and gentle, as if he already knew the truth of the matter.

"Are you guessing that I in this world will do something extreme?"

He said firmly, "I won't."

Later, when Dazai Osamu wanted to say something to reassure Nakahara Chuuya, he found that Nakahara Chuuya was walking towards him with a chess piece in his hand and lifted his chin with his hand.

The chess piece pressed against Dazai Osamu's chin, rubbing it so hard that it caused him to develop a pink blush.

His chin was held by Nakahara Chuuya, and he swallowed all the words back into his throat. The skin touched by Nakahara Chuuya felt as if it was burned by fire, almost burning Dazai Osamu's whole body.

He personally heard Nakahara Chuuya say to him: "I'm not worried that you will do something extreme."

"Because no matter what you do, I can finish it for you. I'm just thinking."

"How long are you going to keep yourself unhappy, Dazai?"

This voice is very gentle.

Dazai Osamu almost thought that he had heard the voice of God.

·

Nakahara Chuuya once asked Dazai Osamu a question that Dazai Osamu thought he was stupid about.

That is, if there really are gods in this world, and if gods really appear beside him, what will he do?

Probably all the people in this world who have met gods have prayed for something that is difficult to achieve.

I once thought that Nakahara Chuuya was the absurd and domineering Dazai Osamu.

Looking at Zhongyuan Chuuya, I don't want to have any extravagant wishes, nor do I hope that Zhongyuan Chuuya is some kind of god.

He wanted Chuuya Nakahara to live as a human being.

He lives in the world not to fulfill the demands of others, but only for himself as a human being.

Because no one will ever know better than Dazai Osamu what he saw in Nakahara Chuuya's eyes the day he met him.

He saw a baby beast trapped in a cage.

The young beast's hands were tied and trapped in a cage. Because of the little kindness given by humans, it desperately used its claws to eliminate all obstacles that stood in the way of kindness.

It longs to use its strength to make everyone like it.

But human beings are hypocritical and absurd. They cherish its power, but are also afraid of its power. It exists among the human race as a monster.

Dazai Osamu fell in love with him at first sight.

At that glance, Dazai Osamu thought that he would turn this young beast into his own property.

Then release it from the cage.

It's like releasing the monster called Dazai Osamu.

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then.

Dazai Osamu looked at Nakahara Chuuya who was close to him, and he reached out to wipe away the tears from the corners of his eyes.

This was the first time he saw Nakahara Chuuya cry, tears that fell unconsciously, as if a god saw his believers struggling in the sea of ​​fire, extremely sad.

Dazai laughed and said, "You don't think you are a god, do you, Chuuya? Don't look at me like that."

Dazai Osamu thought that what he did might not be as good as what he did in the other world.

In another world, he successfully cultivated Chuuya Nakahara into the person he had once imagined.

Freed from his bonds, will the beast become powerful and beautiful?

Reality tells him that it will be better than he imagined.

This person, Nakahara Chuuya, broke the timeline and appeared before him.

On that day, she appeared before him as if she were filled with light.

His every move was filled with obvious pride.

He truly walked out of his past as a beast.

And the Dazai Osamu of this world stands on the dark side, carefully reaching out to touch it.

Infected by the light it radiates.

The gain.

This is a path that Dazai Osamu had never imagined before.

He thought about Nakahara Chuuya, who was rescued from one cage by him and then locked in another cage.

It can also be because of the so-called miracles.

Unleashing his former sharpness?

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