Chapter 55 I'm Afraid of Being Seen by You
This ghost... looks pretty good.
Suzuki Sonoko's attention was subconsciously focused on his eyes of unusual color. She didn't know if it was her illusion, but as the blood-red eye flashed slightly, Sonoko saw the clear word "six" in his pupil, which disappeared silently and turned into "one".
Yuanzi couldn't help but reach out to touch his eyelid, full of curiosity - do you think this is an eye... or a dice?
"It has nothing to do with the dice."
When she heard the boy's answer, Sonoko realized that she seemed to have just said what was in her heart. Then, the voice suddenly dropped an octave and almost became a pure breathy sound, and each word was so enunciated that it tickled her ears.
"Well, let's see what you fear most!"
As Shura Path was activated, the small ward seemed to be twisted drastically in some invisible dimension. But in the next second, when the illusionist was about to smile at Wei Shengli, a shocking murderous aura materialized as if it was a chill that penetrated the bone marrow. The sharp feeling of the distortion even aroused a tremor from the bottom of Rokudo Mukuro's non-existent skin.
The tiny piece of iron still bore traces of paint peeling off, and judging by the twisted edges, it was obvious that it had been torn off the iron frame surrounding the bed in just a few seconds.
The rough edge gently touched his skin. Rokudo Mukuro turned his head slowly, almost in curiosity, and slowly met a pair of blue eyes.
"Let the garden go."
That person seemed to be completely unaffected by the illusion of the Six Paths of Reincarnation, and spoke in an emotionless tone, as if he was negotiating.
"Let go of Yuanzi now, or I'll kill you."
Rokudo Mukuro slowly sat up with one elbow supporting the floor, and pulled the unconscious girl into his arms. She startled inexplicably in her sleep, and the end of her swaying hair just happened to brush against Yato's half-kneeling knees.
The illusionist chuckled softly, not knowing what he was thinking about. He was first surprised at his materialized hand, then he took Yuanzi's hand and rubbed her thin knuckles carefully like a perfumer preparing to pick flowers.
The piece of iron held by Huo Jinshen shook almost imperceptibly, and warm blood immediately flowed slowly along the boy's delicate collarbone into his clothes.
"Is it real blood?..."
"I don't care what you are."
Huo Jinshen completely ignored the young illusionist's sigh. Under the extraordinary strength of the owner of the palm, the simple piece of iron was almost completely embedded in the illusionist's neck.
At this time, Yato's overly long hair blocked his eyes, so his specific expression could not be seen.
His voice was very steady. "I've spent most of my life exploring how to kill faster and better. Therefore, I don't have the common sense necessary for a god. I don't know how to repel, disperse, or punish people like you."
As the thumb holding the iron sheet pressed down slightly, a large amount of blood immediately gushed out of the narrow wound on the side of Rokudo Mukuro's neck. The blue-eyed Kakuzu Shin let out an expressionless "ah".
"But even if I don't know what you are, based on my confidence in the skill of [Killing], I promise that I can kill you if I say so."
Yuanzi heard the second half of the sentence in a daze, and asked in a daze, "What did you do?"
As soon as the words came out, the illusionist who was holding her in front of her and half-kneeling on the ground with a weapon behind his back was shocked. At this moment, the look of surprise on Rokudo Mukuro's face was much more real than when he saw Yato ignoring the illusion.
The Hell Path of the Six Paths of Samsara represents the most realistic illusion, which can break through the opponent's mental weakness in an instant, causing him to fall into an endless nightmare and experience his most feared things over and over again.
Suzuki Sonoko had just recovered from dizziness, and her face was as dark as if she had just drunk a liter of coriander water. She covered her mouth with a deathly pale face and burped loudly on the spot.
"I never want to eat green leaves again in my life..."
The voice was weak and powerless, but the tone was so painful.
Rokudo Mukuro realized something almost the second after she swore, and couldn't help but laugh softly.
The boy's palms were warm, with calluses on his joints from practice. Rokudo Mukuro sighed as if he wanted to touch her long hair hanging on one side, but in the end, for some unknown reason, he restrained himself and withdrew his palm, pausing only near the outline of Sonoko's bun.
"It turns out that there really are such happy people..."
——In fact, Yuanzi hadn't seen any scary scenes. For her, the scariest things were probably: being unable to sleep all night long, having to eat only half-cooked vegetables for every meal, and Xiaolan getting married, but she had never even heard of the groom!
The worst thing was that when she finally entertained Xiaolan and her husband who could not face public, she still had to continue eating half-cooked vegetable leaves.
It’s so tragic just thinking about it!
Sonoko's posture at the moment was actually quite awkward, with her chest pressed against her back between the two men, all the force was on Rokudo Mukuro's chest. When she raised her eyes, she saw the collar in front of her covered in blood.
A two-inch-long piece of iron was stuck in the gap between the skin and flesh. The wound was so painful that even the back teeth felt numb.
Who the hell is so bloody?!
Sonoko looked back at the familiar cuff of her sportswear above the iron plate, and was about to turn her head when Rokudo Mukuro pressed her back to her chest with his other hand.
The moment Yato raised his hand, he tensed all his muscles and prepared to pull Sonoko back, but after pressing the happy Miss Nightingale back into his arms, Rokudo Mukuro lightly lip-synced to the man in front of him.
[Is it really okay for her to see such a scary expression? ]
Of course, the only answer was silence.
Yuanzi's ear was pressed against the chest of the handsome male ghost, and she could hear the other's heartbeat. It took her a long time to figure out what was going on.
She couldn't straighten her back and could only lie in the man's arms because the space behind her was occupied by Yato. Moreover, when she lay in Rokudo Mukuro's arms, the blood that kept flowing out seeped into the boy's clothes almost in front of her eyes.
Sonoko always felt that there was something wrong with Yato. This scene didn't quite look like a confrontation because his neck couldn't move and his eyeballs started rolling around. Before he could expand his field of view to 270 degrees, the indigo-haired boy gently covered her eyes.
"It's best not to look around for now, my dear Miss Nightingale," he said with a hint of an ambiguous smile in his voice. "Your companion is a bit scary at the moment."
Yuanzi rolled her eyes heroically under the other party's clenched fingers: She just doesn't believe it. With that funny face of their Yato, how scary can it be?
So she shivered and shook off the loose covering on her eyes, and turned back decisively.
Invisible cracks appeared in the thick ice, and the sound of something breaking could be heard silently in the ward.
Yato's pupils suddenly shrank to the size of a needle tip, and for a moment, even the breathing sounds of the quiet faces in the room seemed heavy.
Suzuki Sonoko tilted her head and widened her eyes in disbelief.
In the translucent warm brown pupils, the dark blue sportswear became pure black due to the extreme light and shadow. The young man's blue eyes were so transparent that it was almost impossible to distinguish his emotions. The expression in the corners of his eyes and eyebrows could not be described as cold or indifferent. Just being stared at by him like this made people tremble from the bottom of their hearts.
Yato saw his own reflection in Sonoko's eyes.
That was the look he was most familiar with, and also the look he hated the most.
The God of Huojin was born a full thousand years ago, and has been surviving for a thousand years by relying on killing.
For Yato, who grew from a child-like god to the god of trouble, when he was not even as tall as a rice jar, he already knew how to use the simplest stones to take human lives in order to fulfill the wishes of his believers.
——If those who drive him to kill people can be considered believers.
How easy is it to kill a person?
How difficult is it to kill a person?
Until now, if a fight really needs to happen, Yato still doesn't think there is any need to hesitate to kill anyone with his sword.
He knew how terrible this side of himself was.
As a god of disaster, indifference and murderous intent were ingrained in his bones. He simply couldn't get rid of those things, so he was afraid of being seen by her.
I would rather keep crying and being careless, but if something happens, I don’t want to pretend in front of her, so I want to be seen by her even more urgently.
Fear of being seen;
Want to be seen;
But the more you fear being seen, the more you want to be seen.
Yato stood there almost indifferently, seeing his shadow gradually becoming clearer in Sonoko's eyes, as if a crisp sound appeared on the thick ice surface, and the almost undetectable small crack spread out like a spider web, leaving an ugly scar on the clean ice layer.
so……
As the ice cracked completely, Yato's lower lip trembled slightly.
——Seeing me like this, you can react however you want.
The ice shattered and sank, and with the sound of the ward curtains being blown by the wind, light fell on the girl's head through the gap in the window.
Rokudo Mukuro almost lovingly held up a face that was filled with absolute happiness, letting his five fingers slide gently through her well-maintained brown hair. Driven by some strange expectation, he watched her turn her head away cluelessly.
So, what's so good about a pair of eyes that are full of coldness?
Things that are stained by darkness should disappear in the darkness, and things that are stained by blood should dry up quietly aside before they infect others.
Why would a person who is destined to be unhappy interfere with an absolutely happy life?
In the moment when the warm brown and ice blue looked at each other, Rokudo Mukuro wanted to say boredly - isn't it more comfortable to be a nightingale that only needs to sing happily, rather than a hunting snowy owl?
The next second, Miss Nightingale in his arms fluttered her eyelashes slightly, raised her hands and pinched the front of her clothes, and her knuckles turned white from the strong force, as if she was too shocked.
It's really scary...
Recalling the murderous intent that made his teeth ache, even the owner of the Six Paths of Samsara Eye was rarely shocked. He touched Miss Nightingale's head with pity, and could hardly restrain his desire to comfort her.
However, Miss Nightingale trembled for a long time, rubbed her eyes in disbelief, and finally took a deep breath and cautiously said: "Yadou..."
Huo Jinshen had basically resigned himself to his fate and given up struggling, but his heart was still jumping around. A little man in a bib was pushing his heart in frustration, shouting things like "Hurry up and do something funny," "How about telling a joke?", "Just blow it off in the head and cry your poverty off!", urging him to quickly become what Sonoko was used to.
But Yato didn't move.
He almost wanted to cry, but he just didn't want to move.
Suzuki Sonoko's voice became very soft, soft and unbelievable. She didn't realize that she subconsciously avoided looking at Yato.
Then, when the God of War was ready to face the final judgment, Miss Suzuki said, "I think maybe the way I woke up was wrong."
[That’s right].
She even looked a little sad: "Yadou, do you think there's something wrong with my eyes?"
[No problem].
"Why do I feel like... you've suddenly become more handsome?
I really am——
——"He's just so handsome!"
Huo Jinshen, who had recovered his strength almost instantly, swept his leg on the spot. The small iron piece in his hand directly created a hole in the ground like a weapon of mass destruction. The broken floor tiles raised a huge cloud of dust. Yato put his hands under Yuanzi's armpits and picked her up and jumped more than three meters away.
The illusionist, whose neck was still bleeding, coughed and retreated to the window. Yato put Sonoko on a chair next to the bed and stepped on the calf of Ichigo Kurosaki, who was under the illusion.
"Are you awake, Hei Yin-chan? Your Lord God is about to summon you to start a fight!"
The author has something to say: In the original work, Rokudo Mukuro was very young when he decided to destroy the Mafia. My personal understanding is that he didn't want to destroy the Mafia at that time so much as he wanted to destroy all the dark and evil things after being subjected to human experiments. However, the Mafia became a product that brought pain to people.
I think he can accept 27 because compared to the dark and evil definition of the mafia that he gave, Tsuna is more like a bright flame.
Judging from his initial attitude towards the Mafia (especially Lanzia), it seems that he does not regard Mafia members as human beings at all and does not care how much suffering they suffer.
As for Yato...
In the original work, Yato was very silly at first, and later he was hesitant to hide it for a while. He was probably the type who didn't care the less he cared, but the more he cared, the more he wanted to hide it. But while hiding, he also hoped that the people he accepted would discover and accept this other side of him. For example, Kofuku.
In addition, the above are the author's personal opinions on the original plot, which are used to illustrate why I wrote it this way through examples of the plot. They are character analyses to prevent OOC, not to complete the psychology of the characters in this article.
Everything I wanted to write has been written in the article. Since some people have taken my complaints as supplementary plot points, I would like to explain it again - this is the same as the previous analysis of the Suzuki family's wealth. It is just a character analysis to prevent OOC. It means that the author's grasp of the character is derived from the character traits reflected in the original plot and has nothing to do with the specific plot.
Finally, as usual, I would like to leave a message. Good night, everyone. (づ￣ 3￣)づ
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