Chapter 3: Indulgence, Connivance and Connivance
Pulled out from under the table by Dazai Osamu.
Takanashi Hayana pulled her hand back and carefully smoothed out the wrinkles on the edge of her skirt.
Dazai Osamu usually speaks in a very provocative manner, and his sad eyes look at people with a hint of sarcasm. His bandaged right eye makes people think that he is disabled.
When they first met, Hayana Takanashi thought so and even gave him the delicious bento dishes made by her mother.
I think Dazai Osamu, who joined the Port Mafia alone and had just been promoted to Centurion, was wrapped in bandages all over his body. Not only was he disabled, but his physical skills were not even above average among the management. He was disabled but determined, and I felt an overwhelming amount of sympathy for him.
Until Nakahara Chuuya tore off the bandage that Dazai Osamu had wrapped around his right eye in front of her.
Beneath the bandages were the intact iris-colored eyes.
Fuck! How dare you cheat for food and drinks?!
On that day, due to some violent reasons, Dazai Osamu burst into tears.
…
Not only does Dazai Osamu have strange behavior and a suicidal hobby, but even after joining the Port Mafia, he is actually a rare model worker who is serious about his work.
Who says problem teenagers can’t be model workers?
Dazai Osamu accurately proved this point.
Whether he was a [Centurion Leader], promoted to [Guerrilla Captain] under his direct leader Mori Ogai, [Cadre Candidate], or officially became the youngest [Cadre], he was moving forward on the road to becoming a model worker.
In the nearly three years since he joined the Port Mafia, the total amount of rest time he had was no more than the number of days on one hand.
As a high-ranking member of the Port Mafia, this man is almost turning himself into a tornado.
As such a corporate slave, Hayana Takanashi was very curious about how he had the time to do nothing but pester her all the time.
???
Are you always bothering me during the day and working overtime with a small desk lamp on at night?
Or has Dazai Osamu finally figured it out and decided to give up?
This isn't called giving up. He's been working so hard for the organization for so long, and he's not even allowed to take a break!
"Have you been free lately?"
Facing the model worker, if you listen carefully you can hear the temper that is almost out of control deep in her tone.
Being chased around everywhere by Dazai Osamu with his annoying tactics, he didn't even dare to go back to his office, because even if he locked the door, he could easily pry it open with a paper clip. His temper was unbearable for anyone!
It would be better to say that the reason why Hayato Takanashi was able to endure it with good temper until now and not kick the boy into the wall, leaving him stuck there and unable to be unhooked, was all because of their life-and-death friendship when they fought side by side in the past.
"...What sharp words!" Dazai Osamu covered his chest pretentiously, his face drooping in silence, "My heart seems to be dead~"
Zhongyuan Zhongye can't stand his frivolous and frivolous appearance.
He sneered and threatened: "Do you need me to help take out your heart and check it?"
"Huh? That's too much trouble, isn't it?"
"No—rather, I'd love to."
The ochre-haired boy spread out his palms, and his fingers with distinct knuckles and thin calluses clenched loosely, as if he had already grasped Dazai Osamu's heart.
"Take out your heart that only knows how to play tricks on others and see if you are lying."
Dazai Osamu blinked.
Unlike Zhongyuan Zhongye, who is not very cunning and shows his dissatisfaction on the surface, he is very good at controlling people's hearts, as easy as eating and drinking.
The corners of his lips curled up into an ambiguous smile. The young man was wearing an expensive, custom-made suit, and even the black bow tie at his collar was tied neatly.
"That would prove I'm not lying."
His tone was gentle, and if it was accompanied by piano music as background music, it would be a completely aristocratic and elegant gesture.
"You'll crush it too."
"Huh? Of course!"
"You admitted it so frankly—it seems I need to seek Hayana's protection~"
"? You...want to hide behind a woman like a coward?!"
"Oh my," Dazai Osamu said with a subtle expression like a fish taking a bite. "Chuuya, do you look down on Hayana because she's a woman? I didn't expect you to be that old-fashioned person who thinks women are inferior to men."
Nakahara Chuuya was shocked: "What did you say?!"
That wasn't what he meant, but Dazai Osamu deliberately misinterpreted it, and his back teeth were grinding against each other.
"If you keep talking nonsense, I'll beat you up!"
He threatened, the tips of his fangs slightly exposed under his grinning lips were very sharp.
"You still want to kill people to silence them and cover up the evidence?" Dazai Osamu was surprised. He added more firewood to the fire and fanned himself with his hands.
Nakahara Chuuya: “###”
He turned the tables on me.
He wanted to kick him to death now.
With maximum agility, Dazai Osamu dodged Chuuya Nakahara's sweeping kick and pounced on the girl standing beside him with exaggerated movements, asking her for help.
"Haasana~"
“…”
Nakahara Chuuya looked over nervously.
He didn't even stop Dazai Osamu's actions.
Hayana Takanashi closed her phone and looked at Dazai Osamu who threw himself on her, hugged her neck tightly, and asked for protection.
She had just received a text message from her mother and hadn't listened carefully to the quarrel between her two friends.
But I think it's just meaningless bickering.
The boy was tall and slender. He held the girl, who was a head shorter than him, in his arms. He rubbed his chin against her head like a doll and acted coquettishly. His elongated voice was as small and soft as a cat's, making people feel soft-hearted.
Dazai Osamu is very good at taking advantage of his own strengths.
--smell.
Hayana Takanashi leaned close to the boy's neck and sniffed it.
There was a slight smell of blood mixed with the pleasant scent of laundry detergent in my nose.
In such a close and ambiguous manner, one could feel the light breath spraying evenly on the bandage wrapped around the neck. The boy's Adam's apple, which was not wrapped by the bandage, rolled and his body stiffened slightly.
He was about to say that after his death he would be buried in the grave of Hayana Kotori's husband.
Strive to obtain the right to reside in the cemetery in one fell swoop!
Before he could say anything, the girl grabbed the back of his collar and pulled him out with great strength.
After being grabbed by the collar and standing away, Dazai Osamu looked as aggrieved as a lost cat, with his black curly hair hanging down like cat ears.
Kotori Hayana wasn't at all confused: "You just came out of the torture room and didn't take a shower?"
Hayana Takanashi is not averse to the smell of blood; it is her mother who is sensitive to the smell of blood.
Her mother could accurately smell the slightest smell of blood, which even she could not smell, and pulled Hayana Kotori to check her up and down to see if she was injured.
——If not.
Then she should face the feather duster held by her mother and explain how she smelled of blood.
After all, Yokohama is a dangerous city with a mix of good and bad people. The evil forces are deeply rooted in the shadows of Yokohama. Kotori's mother is very worried about Kotori Hayana's safety.
He has said more than once that he wants her to go back to the countryside and help her grandfather run the farm.
Therefore, the day before Hayana Takanashi meets her mother, she will not let the smell of blood get on her body, and she will take a bath very carefully at night.
Make yourself a delicious brew, just like sleeping with your partner.
Dazai Osamu raised his arm and sniffed it. “It’s very troublesome to take off the bandages every time I take a shower.”
"I'll go into the bathroom and the bandages into the washing machine."
“It affects time and efficiency.”
Nakahara Chuuya: "Then you can go into the washing machine with the bandages."
"Well—excessive." The boy's gloomy expression brightened. "But this is also a new way to commit suicide!"
"Chuuya, you're a good person!"
Under Chuuya Nakahara's patient expression, the topic of bathing before Dazai Osamu's return.
"I sometimes go in and out of the torture chamber several times. I can't shower every time I come out, right? Wow! That'll give me a skin disease, Hayana."
"Then don't get so close to me!" Hayana Kotori was furious. "I have to go home for dinner tomorrow!!"
"...It's too late to say anything now, it's already been stained..."
"Meeting?"
"Meet."
"Bring me to mom so we can avoid meeting each other." Someone said this without blushing or beating his heart.
"Just call me auntie!" Nakahara Chuuya could no longer bear it. "You rude bastard, Mackerel!!"
Kotori Hayashi nodded and said, "Chuuya is right. If you were my mother's son, I'd probably use a feather duster to beat your whole body red in one day."
She threatened Dazai with a gloomy face: "There's not a single piece of good meat there? It's so scary."
Osamu Dazai: "..."
So cute——
Hayana Kotori looked at the wall clock and said excitedly, "It's time to get off work!"
Nakahara Chuuya walked to the desk and sorted out the documents on it.
Put on your coat and hat.
"Let's go have a drink."
“Okay!”
"Don't go home until you're drunk."
Nakahara Chuuya, whose expression had softened, turned as dark as the bottom of a pot the next second after hearing Dazai Osamu's words.
Every time this guy goes there, he witnesses a new dark history.
He didn't say anything about Dazai Osamu's decision to go. He raised his hand to press down the brim of his hat to hide the emotions in his eyes.
The three of them walked out of the office one after another.
Walking side by side in the corridor, they met [Centurion Leader] Hirotsu Ryulang, who was leaving get off work on the same time as them.
The old man with gray hair, wearing white long trousers with a dark brown scarf and a monocle, was elegant as he bent down and greeted the three people standing in front of him: "Good day, Mr. Dazai, Mr. Nakahara, and Ms. Kotori."
The Port Mafia has a strict hierarchy, with neither seniority nor age being considered. Even an old veteran who has been in the organization for decades has to greet a rising star who is several levels higher than him and has been in the organization for less than three years with great respect.
"It's Mr. Hirotsu," Dazai Osamu said with a smile on his face, "Are you getting off work?"
Guangjin Liulang said calmly: "Yes, the work is done."
After separating from Hirotsu Liulang, Kotori Hayabusa thought about the transfer notice issued this morning: "The old man will be transferred to your staff the day after tomorrow. I guess he'll be under your command for a while?"
"That's right." Dazai Osamu was not interested in this topic.
Hirotsu Liulang is indeed an old member of the port mafia. He has an extremely good sense of proportion. The transfer order said that he would obey Dazai Osamu the day after tomorrow, and he would not have any relationship with Dazai Osamu even if it was only one day later.
Of course, for someone like Dazai Osamu, there is no point in having a relationship with him.
There are only a few people he cares about, and they can be counted on one hand. As for the others, in his eyes, they are just chess pieces that can be used and discarded at will.
Chuuya Nakahara's motorcycle is parked in the underground parking lot.
In the dimly lit parking lot, red and dark colors are intertwined, and the motorcycle with smooth lines has a special sense of speed and beauty.
It gives people a feeling of blood rushing.
Chuuya Nakahara threw one of the helmets to Dazai Osamu and handed the other to Hayana Kotori.
Wear a helmet.
Chuuya Nakahara made a handsome spin and crossed his legs on the motorcycle, Hayana Takanashi sat in the middle, and Dazai Osamu and Hayana Takanashi sat back to back at the back.
Nakahara Chuuya drives the motorcycle.
The roar is particularly exciting.
The motorcycle rushed towards the exit of the underground parking lot, carrying the three people into the white light like an arrow.
The wind blew up Hayana Takanashi's long black hair, and the hair flying back entangled with Dazai Osamu's short hair. A few strands passed over the back of his head, intertwined with the short black hair on the side of his head, and flew in the direction he was looking.
There was a youthful boldness on Nakahara Chuuya's face. The super-fast ride excited Hayana Takanashi. Even Dazai Osamu, who was sitting at the back and usually looked depressed, had a faint smile on his face.
On the city streets under the golden sunset, the roar of motorcycles rushed by with cheerful smiles.
In this city, their life has just begun.
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