Chapter 94 Artificial Weapons 30

He noticed a shadow covering him, so he slowly opened his eyes.

The sky was clear blue, without a single cloud in sight. Lush green leaves were growing in a tangle of twists and turns. Golden light fell from the gaps between the trees, falling into the purple-grey bottom of my eyes.

Bourbon was looking at him in silence.

Why did he come?

Why are you looking at him like that?

Doesn't Bourbon understand that keeping a distance from him is in his best interests at this moment?

Consciousness is fading, a sign of imminent disconnection.

"...What happened to you?" The intelligence officer who was working with Cherry Brandy saw a pool of dark red blood under the black-clothed young man. The flowers in his arms were also soaked in blood, and the color was more gorgeous than roses.

Sakura Sou raised her eyes and looked at him, then at Bourbon. When he made this gentle movement, the layers of blood-red breath in the air seemed to be stirred and scattered. Deep in the dense jungle, Little Rose blinked her eyes and spoke softly and briskly, as if singing, "Don't worry, it will be fine tomorrow."

"Oh...oh." Although Cherry Brandy's expression did not suggest that this was the case, the intelligence officer felt that the other party's expression was a little too sunny for a dying man.

Fear and terror of death should be human nature.

The intelligence officer did not know that Cherry Brandy was a man-made weapon. In his view, the opponent was just a very powerful senior executive of the organization. He never thought that Cherry Brandy would fail in his mission and be killed by the target one day.

He stepped aside worriedly and reported the situation to Rum. Rum was silent for two seconds after listening to his report, and calmly asked him to tell Bourbon to bring back Cherry's body.

"He knew where to take the body."

Cherry raised one hand with difficulty and tugged at the corner of Bourbon's clothes. His white fingertips left a bloody mark on the other's clothes. He looked at Bourbon for a while, breathing softly, "Why don't you say anything?"

"I've thought about it."

He murmured to himself, "When all the roses have withered, you have to help me plant a field of sunflowers."

There was a faint light flickering in Toru Amuro's eyes, and his gaze slowly moved from the face of the young man leaning against the tree trunk, lying in a sea of ​​blood and flowers, to the broken body - Sakura Kanade felt his gaze, and saw herself in his eyes.

He could never guess what Bourbon was thinking, because Bourbon could always hide his emotions very well, as if even if aliens were to invade the earth in the next second, he would remain calm and composed at this moment.

But at this moment those eyes stripped off the disguise.

Are you going to die? — those eyes asked.

"Midsummer is the time when they are about to bloom." Sakura Kanade continued slowly.

"Why sunflowers?" Amuro Toru squatted down and half-knelt on the ground. The cloth around his knees quickly became wet and sticky. It was all blood and dirt.

He leaned down because the other person's voice became very soft and he had to get closer to hear clearly.

"Because the sunflower is golden, it is the most suitable color for the golden little prince."

Bourbon may not even realize it, but even though he is in the dark, he is as bright as the sun.

"Why don't you tell me?" The blond young man didn't understand Cherry's incoherent words. He had more questions that he wanted to understand.

The intelligence officer seemed to realize that they had something to say, and after finishing the call, he waited obediently at a distance.

Sakura tilted his head slightly and held the flower that was about to fall into his arms. He looked as if he was not injured. He listened quietly to Bourbon's hoarse voice and asked, "You know you have to take medicine on time every month, right? Why didn't you tell me?"

Why go down a dead end without saying a word?

The young man in black lowered his eyelashes and smiled, his eyes bright as torches. He suddenly changed the subject without any context, "I was very happy during this time with Bourbon."

The vest was supposed to be recalled three months ago, but it survived because of Bourbon.

"I love Bourbon's udon noodles, sandwiches, tomato pasta, ramen, sushi, salmon sashimi, curry rice..."

Cuckoo——

Yingtao Zou put one hand on his abdomen. This simple action seemed to take away the last bit of blood from his face. He stopped announcing the names of the dishes, and a faint blush seemed to appear on his pale face.

"If you want to eat it, I'll make it for you again. Your punishment is over, you can tell me whatever you want to eat." Bourbon stretched out a hand to push aside the messy short hair on his forehead.

When he saw blood on his forehead, he realized that his hands were also covered in blood.

"Bourbon, in the future, you don't have to do things you don't like, and you don't have to be forced to pick up a butcher's knife anymore." Sakura Kanade grabbed the other's hand that had not yet retracted, put it on the side of her cheek and rubbed it gently, "Everything will be fine."

"You... are indeed a complete idiot." Perhaps the sun was too hot today, Bourbon felt his chest was burning from the sun, and it hurt when the wind blew.

Those sins cannot be blamed on the person in front of me.

The root of everything lies in oneself.

Bourbon thought that he must be a very unsuccessful undercover agent.

If it were Jing, what would he do?

If the monitor were here, what would he say?

If Hagiwara, who is the most knowledgeable about the ways of the world, were the one to give some advice, what suggestions would he make?

If it was Matsuda, who was the one he hated the most, would he take the opportunity to punch him and laugh at him for not being able to be a good policeman?

His red cherry eyelids blinked heavily, but he was still trying to look in Bourbon's direction.

There was an intelligence agent watching me, so I couldn't show too much sadness.

But in the end, his fingers couldn't help but reach out to the injured shoulder.

The wounds that normally would not be fatal now became the sickle of death hanging over his head.

If you want to be doubted, then doubt it.

From the first day he became an undercover agent, Bourbon was prepared to die namelessly in the dark one day.

If you are lucky, you will have a grave and be buried under the yellow earth, or burn into ashes. If no one collects the body, you may be eaten by fish and sink into Tokyo Bay. That's it.

Sakura Kanade looked at Bourbon's expression.

How pitiful.

He doesn't have many friends, does he?

I'll give you one back.

Instead of fate, I give you a gift.

Well, that only requires Bourbon to make a wish.

"Bourbon, if you pray sincerely enough, the gods will answer you." Cherry Brandy shouldn't know about the existence of Scotland and his relationship with Bourbon, so Akiyama Kanade changed his words to something more ambiguous, "The gods can bring the dead back to life, don't you want to see them again?"

Bourbon, who usually would have sneered or refuted such remarks, said nothing this time. He tried to feel his pulse in vain, "Maybe there is a way. Can't you heal quickly? Maybe your ability has not disappeared yet..."

Sakura Kanade couldn't bear to see Bourbon with such an expression, so he moved his fingers slightly. Bourbon felt his movement and stopped talking.

Sakura Kanade leaned against the tree trunk, looking up at the sunlight under the shade of the dense trees.

What a nice day.

"Tomorrow, everything will be fine."

"Didn't you say you would protect me?" Bourbon's tone sounded calm, but he suppressed his trembling fingers and revealed his true emotions. "If you die, I might be assassinated by someone who doesn't like me and die in a corner."

"No."

Because Akiyama Kanade has made up his mind, he wants to completely destroy the organization.

He wants to bring Bourbon back to life in the sun.

Cherry Brandy couldn't do that, but Akiyama Kanade could do it for him.

Before the organization was destroyed, Cherry was protecting Bourbon in his own way - he was responsible for most of the recent missions.

The little golden prince will not die in the darkness.

"You won't die in the dark like I did."

He had already walked through those dark times. What remained was only a bright future and a smooth road ahead.

"——You will have a bright future."

The voice of the young man in black became smaller and smaller, and the remaining sound was blown away by the wind and dissipated in the air.

After the sound faded away, the eyes closed.

Bourbon remembered that he hadn't told him yet - the roses in the yard had withered long ago.

If he wanted to plant sunflowers, they could start today.

"Cherry."

He called the other person's name one last time.

Speak in a calm tone.

He knew that someone was watching.