Chapter 59
We are like a donkey with a carrot hanging in front of its eyes, always tempted to carry the burden and rush the way for others.
It's almost been three months. I've been looking for that damn inheritance for three months, dealing with lies-like intelligence, fighting with organizations of all sizes... I've been living like this for three months.
My mental state has always been unstable, and now it's even worse. I have dark circles like Ango, mentally I'm like Dazai Osamu, and I look as depressed as Odasaku.
Being so weak, I chose to sit leisurely in a 24-hour convenience store on a sunny day (dark and windy at night) to eat instant noodles.
When I squeezed the soda I bought, it made a "sizzling" sound as the bubbles burst, just like my mood, exploding again and again.
The night time is not for sleeping but for working. After finishing this bucket of instant noodles, I still have to find an organization to trouble...
Even a villain would want to take a break, and I'm not someone who particularly enjoys working.
The night is as dark as ink. The deserted night always makes people feel lonely. In a trance, I feel like a traveler sailing alone in the seabed called "night".
I have seen old ladies and grandfathers who chose to fight for their children at an advanced age. I have seen a group of little children who chose to take risks and run away in an effort to see their parents. I have seen brothers and sisters who supported each other to survive...
I have met many, many different kinds of people, and they are vivid in my memory.
Passing by and leaving.
Maybe we only met once, but it left unforgettable memories. My friends around me were also like this, passing by and leaving...
Dazai Osamu and I have been together for seven years, and I have also been away from that home for seven years. A few days ago, I received the news that my father had passed away, and my eldest sister became the head of the family. A few days after my father's death, my mother also died with a wail.
Because my eldest sister is a woman, this matter was made a bit of a big deal. Now with the advent of mobile phones, news spreads quite quickly. Also, since I paid some attention to the Tsushima family, I naturally knew about it.
I'm not surprised at all that my eldest sister became the head of the family. Compared to those people in the Tsushima family who are just famous for their appearance but are actually corrupt, she can be said to be quite outstanding.
But my father is dead...
It was said that the illness he had suffered in previous years had worn down his health and there had been no improvement. In the past two years, he had been lying in bed and taking medicine all day long.
When I was still at the Tsushima family, he should have been in good health, but he was busy taking care of household affairs all day long, and I think it was during that time that he got hurt.
My father... I hated him when I was a kid. After all, what he did to us was really unpleasant. But now I can understand the helplessness of adults a little bit.
It would be somewhat inhumane to completely reject his kindness in raising me, but if I were given the choice again, I would not say that I did not hate him.
For example, the kite I didn’t fly, the injuries I suffered... There are too many things and events to list one by one, but every time I think of one more, I feel more heartbroken.
Now, he is dead and gone.
I should be happy, that old bastard, the bad guy who tortured me, the most annoying person who framed me with rules.
Happy, maybe.
However, I could only buy a bucket of instant noodles that I didn't like very much in this small convenience store, which was so far away from him that I would never see him again, and force myself to eat it like a self-torture.
To celebrate, to calm down, or just to avoid getting hungry later.
I swallowed the instant noodles in big gulps. I wasn't particularly happy, nor was I sad like others whose parents died. I just ate numbly.
I remembered that when I used to have meals with him, he always had a lot of opinions about our family and he would inevitably lecture us as soon as the meal started.
The rule of the Tsushima family is not to talk while eating, but he is different. The family rules have no effect on the head of the family. His opinions are more important than anything else. Other people's failures are all because they did not listen to him and went astray.
No one can eat when being scolded, even if the person being scolded is not himself.
Now no one gives me advice while I eat, but no one eats with me either.
I am alone, without parents.
My mother loves my father without a doubt, but she is also tired. She is so tired that apart from loving my father, everything else is a burden to her.
I once took a scarf from Tsushima's house, and I still keep it to this day. However, due to the passage of time, its color is not as bright as I remember.
But I still remember the feeling of being deeply attracted by the scarf, which represented the love that my mother knitted without any burden.
Does she love me? Of course she does, otherwise why would she give birth to me, to let me be raised like this, to let me feel the pain that she felt?
…
So, I hate creating things with ideas, because I know that my parents’ education is not only fine in their eyes, but I myself also think it is fine. It’s just that I can’t bear it and can’t feel their good intentions.
Because I am also afraid of pain, but I don’t care about hurting others. If such a person really loves his or her children, he or she should not let his or her children come into this world.
He will inevitably learn that the world is cruel and that no one will favor him. In order to prevent him from dying prematurely, he can only get used to suffering.
But if I love him, how could I allow him to suffer as I do?
…
The wind blew, causing the leaves to rustle. I blinked belatedly and found that my eyes were sore from staring at one place for too long.
Why...why did he die? I thought he would live to see the day when I became a Mafia in Yokohama.
I thought, I thought that after he saw me, he would happily say something like "You are worthy of being my daughter", or even sigh heavily and say that I didn't look like a girl or something...
*
It's foggy.
Before I knew it, I looked up and saw a thick fog. In all the years I have lived in Yokohama, I have rarely seen such thick fog.
It's... 2:30 in the morning. Is the fog a normal phenomenon? Or did an accident happen in a factory? Or... is it a supernatural power?
Weird, the sudden appearance of fog was weird no matter how you looked at it, but before I could react, the fog had already enveloped where I was.
The ordinary clerk who was taking a nap disappeared without a trace.
At the same time, a green person with red glow all over his body who looked very similar to me suddenly appeared from the thick fog.
"Are you the creator of this thick fog?"
The man nodded, and I continued to eat my noodles with my head down, nonchalantly.
Seeing me like this, he naturally sat next to me.
…I can’t hear their voices anymore. It feels similar to when Dazai Osamu touched me. So, has the ability disappeared?
No, it didn't disappear. My supernatural power turned into a human and is now sitting next to me.
"You won't attack me?"
The supernatural power looked at me for a while, then suddenly grinned wickedly.
After finishing the noodles, I was satisfied.
It seems that I can't leave this place for a while. It blocks me and won't let me leave, but it doesn't attack me either.
I also tried my cell phone, but found that there was no signal.
"...Ah, that won't do. If Incheon doesn't see me, he'll be so scared that he'll burst into tears."
Incheon: No, sir, I really won’t be scared to tears.
"Then let him be scared and cry. Isn't it interesting?"
"You guys have a very bad character."
"You taught me this, my master." She put her hands on my shoulders and moved closer to me in an intimate and ambiguous manner.
"Can you please stay away from me? Since this is my special ability, you should know that I hate it when others touch me without permission."
I tactically lean back.
"Oh - I'm so sad. Am I someone else in your heart? I thought you had considered me a family member."
She followed up.
I could only frown at her action. This thing was much stronger than I was and it caused some pain in my shoulder.
"My family has always been just Dazai Osamu, who are you?"
"Master..." With a sighing tone, "I have been with you since you were very young. Compared to Dazai Osamu, am I not your most important family member?
Dazai Osamu can't help you. In many life-and-death situations, I am much more important than him, right?"
"You are different from him. You don't have what I like."
"Oh? What kind of things? Master, you know I can do it. As long as you want, I can do everything for you, and I can always be with you."
…
"Are you moved? I will not disappear, because as long as you exist, I will exist. Only when you disappear will I disappear...Are you willing to be with me forever?"
"…Dad, Mom, dead."
"Oh, I know, you're sad - but it doesn't matter, as long as you are with me, this will never happen again, and you will never lose anything you like again."
"If I did what you asked..."
"I will live your life in your place, facing all the realities that you don't want to face. I will isolate you from all dangers, and naturally you won't have to face separation... If so, are you willing to accept it?"
…
*
Dazai Osamu received a call from Musashi Incheon, the assistant of Ebisu. "Hello, Dazai-sama, my boss is missing. There was a thick fog at the place where she was last seen. I can't get in."
"...Where are you now?"
"xxx Street."
After putting down his phone, Musashi Inchuan looked up at the sky at a 45-degree angle with sorrow.
——Dazai-sama, when we get out, I will definitely not add wasabi to your plate for revenge.
*
When Dazai Osamu arrived, he just saw the green figure lying on Velvet. When he saw him, he smiled at him maliciously and disappeared like smoke.
The mist gradually dissipated, revealing my sister's tense face, as if she had encountered something that made her feel very sad.
"Hey, Rongrong~ Am I late again this time?"
"No, you always come on time."
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