Chapter 60 Blood, Bond, and Obsession
"Perhaps, we are very similar, Homura."
Similar? Where? I'm no genius, nor am I as cunning as Captain Ichimaru. If I had to say, it's probably only our childhood experiences that are similar. After all, Rangiku-san was also picked up by her childhood sweetheart, Captain Ichimaru. I heard her birthday was set on the day they met.
...Maybe he's right, we are indeed similar in some ways.
Thinking of this, I suddenly wanted to see Dong Shilang.
"I will tell her." I sniffed, wiped the moisture from my eyes, and whispered to the man in front of me through gritted teeth. "Let her punch you hard!"
However, he just replied to me with a smile in his voice: "Really? That's fine too."
The sparring session ended without much success. Although I thought I'd managed to maintain my expressionless face well when we left, and Ichimaru Gin didn't say anything strange, the two boys still seemed to have noticed. When we said goodbye, Zhiwan's expression was cautious. I wanted to comfort him, but I couldn't muster the energy. So, I gave up.
Sanlang, oddly enough, became much less talkative. But his tone and expression seemed normal, and I was halfway home when I snapped out of my thoughts and heard him on the phone with his aunt. That's when I realized something was amiss.
"What’s wrong with you?"
"Um?"
My brother turned to look at me, schoolbag in hand. A tram happened to pass by. The wind blew our similar red hair, forcing me to lower my head to straighten the mess.
"Nothing much? Oh, right, isn't Zhiwan's cousin cute? And the fiancée and all, it's just like the setting of a wealthy family, so mysterious!"
The moment I turned my gaze back, the boy had already turned away and I didn't see his expression.
"However, Xiaoyan and Zhiwan's master are very familiar with each other. When did they meet?"
"Uh, well, we knew each other before." I subconsciously blurred the time. "I'm practicing kendo now."
"I see."
He didn't ask any more questions, and we went home in silence.
It's a bit late today and my aunt is not at home. I plan to stay at Saburo's house for one night and take the early train to school tomorrow.
Urging someone to take a shower, I squatted in the dim living room, turned on the TV, and turned on my cell phone amid the sound of some unknown program.
There are many people's names on the Line list, but I set Dong Shilang's name as a special focus.
Maybe it's become a habit. I chat with him every day, sometimes for five minutes, sometimes longer on the phone. The topics of our conversations vary, but I mainly tell him about my daily life.
He hasn't sent any messages today, and the last message in the chat history is "good night" from yesterday.
I casually edited a message "Are you working overtime?" and clicked send, but I suddenly felt a little regretful.
Even though I met Ichimaru Gin today, and even got so hot-headed that I threatened to tell Rangiku-nee that he was still alive, I hesitated at this last moment.
Just then, my phone vibrated. I received a reply from Toushirou.
He was indeed working overtime again. It seemed he'd gone to the Great Spiritual Book Corridor today to research information related to the present world. In the evening, a strange spiritual pressure fluctuation occurred in Hueco Mundo, and several of the relevant captains were summoned to a meeting with Squad 12.
Reiatsu fluctuations? Could it be that the Dangkai Gate has opened again? But I didn't go to special training today?
After sending a message to Urahara Kisuke asking for details, I turned back to Toushirou. This was when the lack of real-time communication between Hueco Mundo and the real world became apparent. Both Harribel-san and Nel were actually very friendly Arrancar. If I, a non-active Shinigami, encountered any problems, they would probably tell me.
Could it be Mr. Grimmjow who got into trouble? Shouldn't...shouldn't it?
"What are you doing?"
"Wow!" I heard a voice suddenly from behind me. I jumped in surprise and turned around to glare at the person. "Why are you walking without making any noise?!"
Saburo had already taken a shower and was wearing a home T-shirt and trousers, his hair was wet, and a towel was hung around his neck.
"I called you after I finished washing, but you were the one who didn't move."
As he said this, he turned his head and glanced at the TV.
"When I came out, I saw Homura huddled on the floor with the TV on. I don't know what she was doing. Why wasn't she sitting on the sofa?"
"Who's cowering on the ground? I—" I wanted to retort that he was doing something important, but remembering Saburo's sometimes strange love of getting to the bottom of things, I swallowed my words back. "I'm busy."
"Busy on your phone?"
"What do you care?" I habitually retorted to my elder brother, "I'm going to take a shower, you go to bed early." I wanted to stand up, but my legs, which were numb from squatting for so long, softened uncontrollably.
"careful."
Sanlang held my waist from behind to prevent me from stumbling and falling.
"Ah, thank you."
However, after I thanked him, he did not let go of his hands.
"Who are you texting? Your boyfriend?"
"So—"
"How did Homura know Shiman's master?"
I was stunned by the two completely unrelated questions and subconsciously answered the second question: "Well, we met when we were practicing kendo."
"But there's no way a Shinsengumi can leave Honmaru, right?"
"Huh?" Wow, that guy Zhiwan, wouldn't he even tell him such a rule?! "Because, because I'm too young, it's not suitable for me to stay in that kind of environment for a long time, and I also need to protect myself."
"Hmm—that sounds reasonable." The boy said this, but his hand on my waist didn't loosen, instead he put his arm around me. "But Homura is lying." His breath sprayed on my neck, itchy and warm. "The tips of your ears are red. You're really not good at lying."
????? ?????
Did this kid take the wrong medicine after taking a bath?!
"Sanlang, stop playing."
"I'm not playing." The boy's voice sounded a little deep for some reason. "Come to think of it, my aunt and I have never met Homura's boyfriend. His name is Hitsugaya-kun, right?"
I struggled slightly, but the other party showed no intention of letting go.
"I heard everything about the conversation with Master. Do you like that person so much?"
I stopped trying to pry his hands apart.
The TV program suddenly erupted in laughter, and I instinctively looked up. The window glass reflected the silhouettes of two people kneeling on the floor. I didn't know when it started, but Sanlang had already completely embraced me in his arms.
"Today, I saw a completely different Homura than usual."
I felt a hard touch on my shoulder; the boy had rested his chin on it. But for some reason, I didn't have the courage to turn around and glare at him.
"Especially when you mentioned him, you cried, didn't you?"
"elder brother……"
"What kind of bond do you have?"
The exposed skin felt the damp heat, but a strange chill suddenly rose all over the body.
"Hey, tell me."
My brother's familiar voice now felt unfamiliar, a humming sound that blended in with the noise of the TV. It was clearly much deeper, yet it felt like it was laced with something sticky and slightly sweet, giving me goosebumps.
"Actually, a few days ago, Zhiwan and I met a monster tattoo artist. He said that there's a black thread connecting us."
The hands holding me tightened a little, and I could even feel the tingling sensation of the lips rubbing against my skin on my neck.
I was about to struggle to break free from the other person's restraints, but Sanlang's next words stopped me in my tracks.
"Of Zhiwan and I, only one can survive."
...This is what Zhiwan said to me before.
The exorcist with demon blood and the red-haired boy will eventually fight each other.
"Everyone seems to be drawn into a vortex, all related to this incident."
There was a faint floral scent at the tip of my nose, mixed with a sweet and fishy smell. I don’t know why, but I suddenly felt a little dizzy.
"That person said that you are the only variable."
My body was numb, and something strange, wet and warm, gently touched the place where my neck and shoulders met. However, I didn't even have the courage to look up at the French window.
Suddenly, a ridiculous idea flashed through my mind.
Is the person talking to me now really Jiu Jing Saburo?
"I will protect you and Auntie." For some reason, my voice trembled as I said this. "So, so—" So don't do this anymore. Don't say any more, brother.
"But you'll always leave, won't you?" The weight on my back gradually increased, forcing me to lean forward slightly. "I don't want Homura to leave."
A sharp, stinging pain suddenly pierced my neck, and my numb brain finally regained consciousness from the aroma of death. I yanked myself away from the boy behind me!
There was a loud thud and the other person's back hit the TV cabinet.
“Hmm!”
"Sanlang?!"
I stood up and subconsciously wanted to reach out my hand, afraid of hurting the other person by falling. However, the moment he raised his head, my hand completely froze.
In the dim room, the boy's eyes were like flowing, poisonous mercury, staring at me intently.
When I came to my senses, I had already grabbed my schoolbag and cell phone, and rushed out of Jiujing's house without even putting on my shoes, without looking back.
I didn't confirm whether Saburo was chasing me, nor did I want to. I stepped on the railing and used instant step, jumping continuously from high-rise buildings, just wanting to run to a place where I could no longer see the apartment as soon as possible.
The cold wind gradually brought my numb body back to consciousness, and I realized that the skin on my neck was still burning with pain.
I reached out and touched it, and my fingertips were stained with a faint red.
It's my own blood.
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The author has something to say: Homura and Ichimaru Gin are similar in that they don't care about their positions at all, they only care about the people they want to protect. In fact, it was because of the lessons learned from Haku and Homura that Ichimaru Gin finally survived with a little bit of obsession.
And about Saburo, yes, that's right, he is a black.
No one would think that the descendants of ghosts are innocent and naive, right? (You)
Oh, of course, Ji-wan is still a good, normal person. If he knew about this, he would probably want to punch Saburo (scratching his head).
A demon is a creature that follows its heart, and Saburo is no exception. In the original novel, his bond with Shiman is practically unbreakable.
But it's different here. There's an extra variable here: a person who has nothing to do with monsters and only cares about the existence of "Kyujo Saburo." Of course, he will have an obsession. Especially when he realizes that Homura will eventually leave one day and that she is fundamentally different from them, this obsessive and somewhat twisted possessiveness breaks out. To say that it's love, it's probably not enough? Probably (what?). Monsters are all sick, and love is twisted (turns head). Thank you to the little angels who voted for me or irrigated nutrient solution between 2022-04-22 23:59:11 and 2022-04-24 23:57:28~
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