【Taizhong】Desperado

Chapter 10

Until he saw himself, Nakahara finally understood why Fitzgerald was so obsessed and persistent with Zelda—the beautiful woman in front of him wrapped her slender body in a black robe, and her blond hair was covered by a hood. It's hard to imagine her with long hair and shawls.

The flames were swayed by the wind and reflected in the three pairs of eyes at the scene.

"That's great...Mr. Francis has never given up looking for you, madam." Nathaniel withdrew his previous surprise and surprise, and bowed deeply, "We are here to take you home."

She took a step back and put the candlestick on the wall. The light illuminated her bleak face, and her eyes were filled with endless thoughts: "I can't leave here."

Just as Nathaniel was about to ask the reason, Chuya interrupted and explained, "Because you are no longer human."

"You can tell." Zelda pulled the hood down, allowing them to see the teeth marks on the side of her neck. "I was forced to be their accomplice when I first got here."

"So you wait until we get here, not up there. Because you can't take the daylight anymore."

"Yes," the woman who had calmly accepted her fate explained with a slight smile, "I don't want to have anything to do with him, but he has always been a stubborn person... so I have to say something."

"You can tell him in person, I must bring you to him, my...friend is in his hands."

"Like what he would do."

"So please cooperate." Zhong Yuanzhong also took a step closer to her, because the other party was not human, so his clenched fist did not let go.

"What's the use of me going back? Zelda is dead, there's only a new vampire here."

"But you can still stand here and talk to us," Nakahara Nakaya put the silver knife on her neck, "so you should know my principles, ma'am?"

"I'd rather you kill me." Zelda's finger touched the engraved blood hunting logo on the handle of the knife, looked into Zhong Yuan's eyes and sighed, "rather than let me go back to my husband."

"But your dead body alone won't replace my friend."

The knife in his hand penetrated into the skin.

Nathaniel swung the real knife away, and he would not allow anyone to show disrespect to his mistress in front of him.

"Nathaniel..." Zelda smiled gratefully at him, "Until now, I'm still sorry about Margaret, but you are still Fitzgerald's most loyal follower. I am honored to have people like you by his side."

"But," she changed her tone and said earnestly, "if I'm crazy, please kill me. Fitzgerald said I was dead when he asked."

"But you are standing in front of us now, ma'am, so understanding..."

"Do as I say, this is my mercy." She took off the necklace around her neck and handed it to Nathaniel, "Please return this necklace to him to prove that you have indeed seen my Corpse."

"But……"

"No but, Nathaniel."

After a while, the tall and loyal man took it hesitantly and held it tightly in his hand.

"It's getting dark and they're coming, so get out of here quickly!"

She turned around and wanted to leave in a hurry, but Zhong Yuan Zhong also blocked the way.

"If you insist on not cooperating," Zhong Yuan took off his hat and threw it aside, "then I can only force you to cooperate with us, ma'am."

As a result, before Nathaniel could stop her, he knocked poor Zelda unconscious, took out the potion from his bag, and gave her an anesthetic that was specially designed to deal with blood races, causing her to fall into a coma.

One of Zhongyuan Zhongye's life principles: things that can be solved with fists, don't rely on lip service.

……

Unexpectedly, the group of four who found Zelda had a dispute.

The situation is not good at all.

After explaining the situation with John and Lucy who rushed down to see Zelda in a coma, they agreed with Zelda's proposal-kill her and let the polluted soul rest in peace.And then hide it from the sky—there will always be only the four of them who know about this matter.

"You should trust a woman's intuition, it's good for everyone." Lucy said that firmly.

"Bastard, don't forget what our mission is!" Chuya didn't want to pay attention to such rhetoric. Fortunately, Nathaniel was allied with him. He asked Nathaniel to hold the unconscious Zelda and stand in front Unyielding, "You don't have permission to modify the instructions given to you by the Guild!"

"It's unbelievable!" Lucy screamed, "Don't you even understand the rule that once a lesion is found, the death penalty must be imposed?!"

So what if you understand.He still wouldn't touch a hair of this woman.Because Osamu Dazai is still waiting for him to bring people back.

"The risk is too great." John pointed to the sky, "It's getting dark soon, I really can't guarantee that we have enough ability to go back smoothly with a bomb that may explode at any time when we are all vampires."

"That one shot is enough for her to sleep!" Zhong Yuanzhong was not a naive ghost, he was a little excited and anxious, "What's more..."

"--Be careful!!"

There is no context to his words.

The attack came too quickly and suddenly.

At some point, Nathaniel was thrown aside by Zelda, who was supposed to be "sleeping for a long time" in his arms, and hit a stone wall, so his face was covered in blood.

Zelda didn't seem to recognize anyone, and her bloodthirsty and biting instincts made her attack the nearest Central Plains.Chuya nimbly blocked his fragile neck with his backhand and dodged it.

But his arm was still firmly bitten by a pair of sharp fangs.

He was in pain, the kind of piercing pain, very cold and burning at the same time.He didn't know what was wrong, maybe it was because it was a new blood relationship.

He thought he should be strong enough to hold on for a while.

But things backfired, his eyes were gradually covered by a gray curtain until he lost consciousness.

Two minutes later, Dazai brought two glasses of Italian to the table, and the rich aroma instantly invaded their sense of smell.

The first sip of coffee doesn't require talking, it just needs to be tasted directly with the tongue.After taking a sip, Fitzgerald put down his glass and asked with great interest how many kinds of beans were in the glass.

“Ethiopia’s Yirgacheffe, of course it’s very traditional. But in addition to that, there’s a Typica species from Costa Rica mixed in, and they’ve been treated in a very special way.”

Fitzgerald nodded and smiled slightly: "You know, Mr. Dazai, your level is beyond the cafe I used to go to every Sunday."

"You mean, a blood hunter who can't get on the negotiating table is not a good barista?"

"No, what I mean is that a barista who can't catch prey is not a good dominator." Fitzgerald smiled, "Ah, sorry, forget that you have lost a spouse once as a dominator."

Dazai ignored his deliberately tit-for-tat words, and instead suggested: "Actually, you can add some apple juice and apple nectar."

"Thanks, but I don't need it." Fitzgerald couldn't get used to sweets, except for the cherry pie and apple pie Zelda made for him.

"Yes, that's a pity."

As he spoke, he unscrewed the can of honey, and added two spoonfuls of apple nectar to his cup instead of sugar.

"I'm so curious, Mr. Dazai." Fitzgerald reminded him absently in the center of the scent of mixed nectar and coffee, "Aren't you worried at all that your little cute partner won't come back?"

But Dazai's eyes widened, as if he had heard a big joke: "Him? Did you make a mistake? Nakaya is not an incompetent fool who would hide in his mother's arms and cry."

Those are all you.

——The shelved past, the forgotten memory, the glorified lies.

There is a forbidden forest in his mind, which is sealed.

In fact, everyone has a dark forbidden forest in their minds, surrounded by thorns, hiding many memories that they don't want to think of or deliberately discard.

Central Plains also know here.Oh yes, of course he does, it's just that he's hardly ever set foot here.He stood at the door, as if something was calling him, so he stretched out his hand and pulled out the thorns in front of him. I don't know why there are so many annoying things now. When did he think he set up so many defenses?

Does he have anything... particularly important or particularly annoying in the Forbidden Forest?

It wasn't until he pushed aside all the thorns that his fingers were cut and bled, and he turned into this deep secluded forest.

But the first scene that gradually appeared in front of him made him a little at a loss.

It was a day almost six years ago: blood-red camellias, green grass, tall and low stone monuments, and Osamu Dazai in a black windbreaker.There was no sunshine in the sky, and the small church in the distance was ringing the clock at six o'clock in the evening, and it was gloomy as if it would rain at any time.

This is an unmarked cemetery.

Osamu Dazai was mourning for a friend who had just passed away, when Nakahara saw himself approaching.

"In the end, I still couldn't save him..."

Standing behind Dazai, I took off my hat and bowed my head to mourn, letting the prayer go with the wind, just to commemorate our most important friend.

"Odasaku just chose the path he wanted to go this time." Dazai knew very well the truth of life's impermanence.

"Then where's your way?" He lowered his head and asked, "Dazai?"

But the cunning man replied that he didn't mean it: "You know what, but to be honest, you have always made me hate you."

"Each each other."

"But Odasaku said we were all running away."

"...to escape from what?"

"You know what I'm talking about," Dazai grabbed his hand abruptly, intertwined his fingers, closed his eyes and felt it for a while, then stared straight at Nakahara Chuya's calm eyes, and exposed his whitewashing , "You feel it all the time."

"..."

"I can feel it too, this feeling is very strong." Dazai tightly grasped the hand that he wanted to withdraw in a panic, "So, why don't we?"

"..."

"Would you like to be my subordinate, Chuya." He said, "Actually, I should have said that a long time ago."

"Reason?" I frowned and asked back, "Give me a reason that I can agree with, you know, it can't be too bad, like it's destined by nature."

Dazai sighed deeply and spread his hands, a helpless smile appeared in his eyes: "Then I think, you may need time to prove that reason to me."

I was silent for a long time, until the four seasons seemed to have gone through a reincarnation, and then said: "Okay, I promise you."

The familiar dream made the long-felt empty heart seem to have found a piece of the puzzle, but the camellias withered one after another, and finally took away the cloudy sky, the cemetery, and Dazai in front of him.

……

So Nakahara Chuya and Dazai Osamu should have known each other much earlier than now.At least in the years before Osamu Dazai left, the person standing beside him was Chuya Nakahara.

is a partner.

is subordinate.

It's the bloody lover.

He tried to remember as he walked the only path in the Forbidden Forest, but he still forgot when he first noticed this feeling.Perhaps it was a meeting of eyes on Monday morning, a hurtful remark at noon on Tuesday, and a timely rescue on Wednesday night... From the moment they recognized each other to their union, it seemed that the stage of friendship did not even exist.

The reason may probably be attributed to the nature of dominance and subordination.In the vast crowd, you can always perceive at the first time whether the person in front of you can be 100% connected with yourself, whether the person in front of you is worthy of your tender companionship, and whether the person in front of you is worthy of giving your heart to him.

But he is very clear that the relationship between Dazai and him is different from that of ordinary dominators and subordinates. They are far from being so loving and harmonious, and the scenes when they are together cannot be described as romantic. No lower limit is set.

But, he remembered - Osamu Dazai never once, yes, never once used his dominant nature to force himself to bow to him.

Although Mori Ogai is a rational manager, he carries out the romanticism in his bones.He said that if you want to know whether the dominant has true love for the subordinate, you only need to see whether he will use his nature to make the other party submit to him—the union of two individuals based on love is sharing and equality, not spiritual slavery and oppression.

He thought, maybe this is what Osamu Dazai wanted to ask him for some time to prove.

And he did.

At those times, Chuya Nakahara even thought complacently that there might not be a more perfect and powerful ruler in this world than Osamu Dazai.

to be continued.