#花魁道中

[utsuroyihon]

(Xユーザーのdela今田希🍷さん: 「大門100周年祭の花魁道中たくさんの方にお越しくださり本当にありがとうございました！✨ 一生分くらい綺麗って言ってもらえてものすごく嬉しかったです🥹💕 花魁役という大役を務めさせていただきとても光栄でした✨ https://t.co/Wdk6zbenq0」 / Xから)

[japansapporowalk]

【4K】第59回 すすきの祭り 花魁道中 2023 | 日本 北海道 札幌 中央区【Binaural ASMR】

[toshi---toshihikonakazawa]

⁡ ⁡ First Japan Parade in New York City. We are performance as Oiran procession. ⁡ ニューヨークで初の開催となる、『ジャパンパレード』終了しました！ ⁡ 90近くの団体、2400人が２時間以上練り歩くという、過去最大規模のパレードで、2万人以上の人も沿道に✨ ⁡ 我々も『おいらん道中』の演目でセントラルパーク沿いを練り歩きながら、現地のニューヨーカーにもとても喜んでもらえたと思います🗽 日本、そして現地のさまざまなメディアでもニュースになっているようです📰 日本の色々な文化を感じてもらい、少しでも日米交流の場の要、きっかけになってもらえたら嬉しいですね🇺🇸🇯🇵 ⁡ Thank you so much! #japanday #japaneseamerican #newyorkcity #newyorker #japanparade #oiran #oirandochu #DemonSlayer #kimetsu #anime #centralpark #ジャパンデー #ジャパンパレード #セントラルパーク#ニューヨーク #花魁道中 #花魁 #花魁編　#中澤利彦　#着物　 #toshihikonakazawa #taiko #GeorgeTakei #Oiranprocession #NY1 #NYtimes #dailynews #nhk #cbsnewyork #松山 ⁡ photo by @youheisogabe (at Central Park West & 72nd) https://www.instagram.com/p/CdlKMPhODP-/?igshid=NGJjMDIxMWI=

[okuboa]

2022.5.21 #湯楽城 カメラマン @2megatherion さんが 撮影してくださいました👀📷️✨ #大久保麻衣 #孝藤麻衣 #右近屋 #日本舞踊 #伝統芸能 #perform #文化交流 #インバウンド #素敵な写真 #花魁 #花魁道中ショー #花魁道中イベント #performance #japantrip #tokyo #japan #ありがとう #ありがとうございます #嬉しい #写真ありがとう #着物コーデ (湯楽城) https://www.instagram.com/p/CiO8A5svftC/?igshid=NGJjMDIxMWI=

[your-lovely-rose]

“They’re cute” (Daki, Mukago & Nakime || Request by @cosmichorrorsarestillnicerthanme)

𝐑𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐠: Mature

𝐆𝐞𝐧𝐞𝐫𝐚𝐥 𝐠𝐞𝐧𝐫𝐞: Romance

➥ 𝐆𝐞𝐧𝐫𝐞𝐬 𝐟𝐨𝐫 𝐞𝐚𝐜𝐡 𝐩𝐚𝐫𝐭: Fluff || Hurt/Comfort || Dark fic

𝐖𝐨𝐫𝐝 𝐜𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐭: ±9.5k || +12.1k || ±15.8k

𝐀𝐯𝐞𝐫𝐚𝐠𝐞 𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐭𝐢𝐦𝐞 𝐟𝐨𝐫 𝐞𝐚𝐜𝐡 𝐩𝐚𝐫𝐭:  38 min. || 49 min. || 1h

𝐏𝐚𝐢𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐠: (Ume) Daki // (Lower Rank 4) Mukago // (Biwa Demon) Nakime x Human!Reader

𝐅𝐚𝐧𝐝𝐨𝐦: Kimetsu no Yaiba

⚠ 𝐆𝐞𝐧𝐞𝐫𝐚𝐥 𝐰𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬: Minor death (suggested & mentioned), Eating people (mentioned)/dead bodies, Threats, Blood, Severe injuries on the body (not Reader), Misogyny, Desecration of a human corpse, Larvae and flies, Blood, Falling into madness, Mental problems, Muzan's goal (Spoiler for: Episode 34/Chapter 67), Presented the character's past (from "Kimetsu no Yaiba Official Fanbook: Kisatsutai Kenbunroku 2"), Forbidden Love/Mutual Pining || NOT EDITED

𝐀𝐮𝐭𝐡𝐨𝐫’𝐬 𝐍𝐨𝐭𝐞: Before each story, I have included words that may cause readers difficulty. I tried to explain them in text, but if after reading something is still unclear then look there. I hope I've done good research and haven't misunderstood anything - if you have more knowledge on the subject, please correct me.

➵ “They’re cute” Part 2/2 (Nakime)

> (Ume) Daki Masterlist

> Mukago Masterlist

➻ Little dictionary:

Yūjo (遊女, lit. "Woman of pleasure") - common prostitutes, they could be found in brothels (hamirase).

Harimise (張見) - a kind of brothel, where sex workers lined up behind bars around 6 p.m. to attract potential customers.

Oiran (花魁, lit. "Leading flower" or "First flower", comes from the Japanese phrase: Oira no tokoro no nēsan (おいらの所の姉さん) which translates into "My elder sister") - is a collective term for the highest-ranking courtesans/prostitutes in Japanese. Unlike yūjo, in addition to their sexual services, they were artists and were expected to provide entertainment. They were highly skilled in the playing koto, shakuhachi, tsuzumi and shamisen (traditional Japanese instruments), igo (traditional Japanese board game), dance and poetry. They also had to learn from an early age classic Japanese, calligraphy, flower arranging (ikebana or kadō) and the tea ceremony (chadō). In addition, clients expected them to be knowledgeable in scholarly matters, and so it was essential that courtesans had the abilities to carry witty and intelligent conversation and write eloquently. Their art and fashions often set trends among the wealthy and, because of this, cultural aspects of oiran traditions continue to be preserved to this day.

Oiran dōchū (花魁道中, おいらん道中) - the impressive procession with which the oiran moved, surrounded by all the entourage and servants from their seirō. Example of oiran dōchū.

Maiko (舞妓) - is a young apprentice geisha in Kyoto. The equivalent of maiko in Tokyo is hangyoku.

Okāsan (お母さん, lit. "Mother") - that's how the courtesans called the owners of the brothels.

Seirō (青楼, "Green Houses") - refers to the yūkaku licensed pleasure quarters - specifically Yoshiwara. The place where they lived. The term seirō originated in Chinese to denote a pavilion in which a nobleman kept a mistress.

Chaya (茶屋, "Tea house") - oiran place to meet clients and work. To call an oiran, the customer must use a tea house as a mediator, but not just only ask the tea house, they had to spend a lot of money there beforehand. They had to prove that they had enough money and power to play with the oiran. Then, they had the right to call for an oiran.

Kanzashi (簪) - are hair ornaments used in traditional Japanese hairstyles. The term kanzashi refers to a wide variety of accessories, including long, rigid hairpins, barrettes, fabric flowers and fabric hair ties. // Hana-kanzashi - are ornaments usually in the shape of flowers worn by maiko. Each month is assigned a different theme.

Kusudama (薬玉) - spherical ornament made of, among others, artificial flowers or paper (e.g. origami method). Sometimes long colored ribbons or threads are attached to it from the bottom. In ancient Japan, a kusudama was a bag filled with scented substances designed to scare away evil spirits and demons, mainly during the annual "Children's Festival" (Tango no Sekku or Ayame no Hi (Iris Festival)) on May 5. Today, this decoration is used during various ceremonies, such as the opening of a new store or restaurant. Sometimes it serves as a gift. Kusudamas is considered a precursor of modular origami.

Futon (布団) - traditional japanese bedding. It consists of a mattress (shiki-buton) and a duvet (kake-buton). Futons after taking out for the night from the wall cabinet (oshiire) are laid on tatami. After they are rolled up and put in the wardrobe in the morning, you gain free space in the room for the day, which can be used for other purposes.

Tatami (畳) - is a type of mat used as a flooring material in traditional Japanese-style rooms. Because of the fact that they aren't cleaned, you cannot step on them with shoes/dirty feet.

Shōji (障子, しょうじ) - is a door, window or room divider used in traditional Japanese architecture, consisting of translucent (or transparent) sheets on a lattice frame. Sh��ji usually slide, but may occasionally be hung or hinged, especially in more rustic styles.

Kimono (着物, きもの, lit. "thing to wear") - is a traditional Japanese garment. The kimono is a wrapped-front garment with square sleeves and a rectangular body, and is worn left side wrapped over right, unless the wearer is deceased. Oiran wore multiple layers of silk kimono and her outfit sometimes weighed 20-30 kg (44-66 lb).

Genre: Romance || Fluff

Word count and reading time: ±9.5k (38 min.)

⚠ Warnings for this part of the request: Minor death (suggested), Eating people (mentioned), Threats, Misogyny, Forbidden Love/Mutual Pining,

Numerous lantern lights illuminated the streets of Yoshiwara revealing to many people a new face of Tokyo - which, because of their bright red color, was often called the Red Light District.

For some, it might have been associated with big, ripe fruit on the trees or the sunset after a beautiful day, but for you, it was associated with a woman’s red lipstick.

In the air there was a strong smell of various dishes and spices that could make you dizzy, as well as brewed green tea from chaya. The night was filled with the sounds of shamisen played by geisha for their audience in okiya, where all sorts of people gathered to rest with their charms, watching them dance, but you didn’t count among them.

Walking down a street full of harimise - brothels with a view inside through the bars, where a lots of prostitutes yūjo were sitting and urging you to visit them by their beautiful looks - and some shops, your eye hung on the colorful paper windmills and various richly decorated hair ornaments exhibited at the stalls.

Since it was still February you could mostly see the hana-kanzashi depicting plum blossoms for maiko. They were meant to remind us of the imminent arrival of spring and were replaced in March into bright yellow flowers of rapeseed and daffodil, pink peonies and peach flowers, as well as multicolored, delightful butterflies, when their true counterparts bloomed on the trees.

All the ornaments were shimmered from the metals they were made of. From gold and silver for the nobles, and brass for the common people. There were kanzashi with one spool, two; in the shape of combs, and many of them had red-pink petals attached to them. From a distance, they looked so real and fragile.

There were also those with white kusudama balls in different origami patterns giving off a strong, floral scent of perfume. To them below were attached long ribbons and threads blowing freely in the wind.

For a moment, you were wondering if you should buy something for her, but you immediately remembered that you have little more just to meet her.

Besides, she had much nicer ornaments and none of them matched her beauty. She was like a rare flower.

And she’s not a child anymore, she would probably laugh at a cheap toy.

“Are you buying something or..?” asked the fat salesman, looking at you in surprise. He’d never seen anyone who look at a piece of colored paper and a stick with such a dreamful and wide smile on face.

“Um, n-no.”

Getting caught watching toys for too long with embarrassment and a slight blush, you put it back. The man just shook his head with a slight laugh.

“Ah, love!” he said aloud with understanding. “Love… it does strange things to people,” he added after a moment of reflection, turning his back to you and waving his hand, but you didn’t see it because you walked away from his booth in embarrassment.

Love?

Do you love her?

Yes, you enjoyed spending time with her and talking to her, but would you call it love?

At the very thought, your cheeks became warmer and butterflies appeared in your stomach, causing a pleasant tickling in your gut…

After a moment’s reflection, you would admit that you might like her a little more than normal.

But you know you didn’t call it love - or rather, you both wouldn’t admit it. Besides, this relationship would never stand a chance, and it’s not just because of her profession…

When you finally stood in front of the tea house affiliated with Kyogoku House, you checked your clothes to see if they looked good and you smoothed your hair, which was messy by the cool, night wind.

Thinking you looked decent, you walked into the lobby and caught the eye of all the people there. As always, you politely greeted the owner of this place sitting at a low table and two hosts from the aforementioned house, sipping tea together.

You were a little surprised to see them - normally they should be in their house and a lobbygow from the chaya would bring them your request to meet after a short time. Then they would deliver your letter to Warabihime, and she would reply by other messenger boy.

Oiran can’t contact any of their clients directly, nor can they contact her - custom didn’t allow it, so you all had to use lobbygow. It was a long process, but you didn’t regret any moment or a coin spent on it.

Also, you couldn’t meet her whenever you wanted - you had to first ask her permission (in a letter) and wait for her answer. She could always disagree. It was the oiran, who decided if they wanted to take the client, not you or anybody else.

But she’s never said no to you. And the attitude of the hosts to you after a short time from satisfaction turned into concern.

Regardless of that, with a polite smile and a bow, holding a letter asking for a meeting in both hands, you handed it to them.

So far, you’ve been her longest-lived client… and her only one - after a few meetings with you, she started automatically refusing other people who wanted to see her.

The host’s wife, a woman named Omitsu, more than once felt anxious going to the demon’s room to deliver a handful of letters, all of which would soon end up shattered on tatami.

She looked at her with irritation written on her face as if she were a disgusting insect and tilted her head slightly to the right in her characteristic manner.

It never bode well…

- - -

When Daki’s patience ran out, she threatened Omitsu, that the next thing she’d tear apart would be her guts, if she brought more letters not from you.

What happened between the two of you during those meetings? Did you put a spell on her? Or is she the one who has some evil plans for you? The owner of Kyogoku House didn’t know and was becoming more and more disturbed about it.

Not feeling right under constant stress, she ordered one of the newly arrived girls to carry the long-awaited letter from you, and the other to massage her shoulders. Warabihime only made her still worry and added her gray hair.

“I will do it, Okāsan,” offered Hinatsuru, because she was nearby and the other workers were too scared.

With a kind smile on her painted lips, she took the letter and went upstairs to the woman’s room, feeling the grateful gaze of the rest of the girls on her back. She could hear their whispers full of concern and questions like: “Will she be okay?”

She saw that something was up - she had been here for a while and had been keeping a close eye on all the Kyogoku House employees. So far, there’s nothing she could do except to not accidentally alert demon about her.

As she walked slowly through the corridors, she read the sender’s name and memorized it so she could tell Tengen if anything happened - the main Oiran was her most likely target, and it is necessary to gather as much information as possible to fight the enemy.

Who were you? One of the demons? A man helping her keep up appearances? Or did you know nothing about her true nature? Can a demon love? Was she really a demon? Or maybe a hunch confounded her?

But even she felt the terror beating from this room and the creature hiding in it. As she approached, she felt like a prey going to a predator for slaughter.

Even the most beautiful purebred cat won’t deny its nature and stop hunting mice.

She knocked and waited for a moment for an answer. Inside, she saw the beautiful Warabihime sitting by the mirror, whom she had already seen several times strolling down the hallway or looking at her from the balcony - she watched as she went with the whole long retinue of dōchū to the tea house to meet her client.

[Frist Name] [Last Name].

She always walked with her head held high and proud, as if everything around her belonged to her. Probably her position allowed her to do a lot, but in the same way, being an oiran meant limitations. Pretending to be human, too.

For Hinatsuru, one small evidence was enough. Any proof. Just enough not to report to Lord Tengen only her unconfirmed hunches.

She wished, she knew how the work for Suma and Makio was going. Maybe if she had better contact with them, she could figure something out. But if the demon noticed or suspected something, they could easily die.

Without even looking at her, Warabihime asked what she wanted while was correcting a red lipstick applied to her lower lip with her little finger. She looked perfect, just like a porcelain doll or a moon goddess. Pale skin untainted by any scar reflected the light of candles giving her a phenomenal appearance - even in incomplete makeup and without ornaments in the hair no one could deny her beauty.

“Okāsan told me to bring you this.”

Hinatsuru pulled a letter from the purple-white kimono hidden in her sleeve and waved it lightly in the air.

She saw the woman suddenly stop in her activity and focus her gaze in reflection on the rolled paper.

“Put it on the table and leave.”

She tried to pretend not to be very interested, but as soon as the paper door shōji closed behind the new oiran, Daki was next to the letter in a second. The rush of air dropped several layers of kimono, ruining the outfit she had just worn, but she didn’t care. Up close, your scent was even more intense, filling her lungs. It was like an aphrodisiac to her.

“Why are you so excited?” Gyutaro asked, scratching his cheek and standing over his younger sister.

He stared on her with letter in hand with a deep frown on his face, not understanding her. He recognized your handwriting, and while it was clear that you were trying to write nicely, it didn’t hide your unskilled hand and your lack of talent for calligraphy.

He had felt a change in the girl for some time and could see how she reacted to the very mention about [Last Name].

When other women even mentioned your name, she’d instinctively keep an ear out to catch as much of the conversation as possible or she’d stand nearby to listen for a while, although when he asked, she’d always deny it.

He wasn’t sure whether he should be happy she found a new toy or worry more. Ever since she started meeting you, she’s become… softer.

Messy.

Defenceless.

He would even dare to say dreamy. Her thoughts wandered unconsciously all the time and were always focused only on you. You were the culmination of her every thought. What did you do? How did you feel? Have you had a rough day? Are you going to meet her today? Is… is there anyone else?

She was no longer thinking about her previous priorities or gaining strength. It began to irritate him and frustrate him. So much, so that to get away from her thoughts of you, he began to leave her body more often. He couldn’t bear to see your smiling face engraved on her mind like a burn scar.

Daki, unaware of how great his dislike for you was, only turned her head to her brother, looking at him with joy hidden in green irises and a broad, but sincere and kind smile - he asked nothing more.

• • •

Did you know her brother? Yes, although at first he was a passive observer through Daki’s eyes for most of your meetings.

Personally, he thought his sister deserved someone better, 'cause you were really average-looking. He wouldn’t say you were ugly like him or above average beautiful like one person with colorful, rainbow eyes…

But he’d still judge you as a mediocre, who doesn’t stand out in the crowd. You were just average. Ordinary. If he walked past you, it’s very likely he wouldn’t normally noticed or pay attention to you.

That’s why he wasn’t annoyed by your looks, but he was jealous of your talk. You talked freely to his sister and often made her laugh. You’ve probably misled more than one girl with that kind of talk.

The thought provoked an anger that even Daki felt. She silenced him in her thoughts and tried to pretend that everything was all right, but she felt under her skin how her brother’s emotions filled her and how they crawled under her skin like little worms spreading all over her body. His anger was like an unquenchable fire, and he made her feel hot. Soon after, she felt the sweat run down her exposed neck and asked you to open the window.

The cool air from the streets of Yoshiwara was like a deliverance to her, though it didn’t put out the fire inside. She didn’t understand him. Where did this anger suddenly come from in him?

To calm him, she grabbed her hand and squeezed the garment more tightly with the other. That didn’t help. She could barely contain her own trembling and keep a cheerful smile on her face, although she was also beginning to get angry.

But her anger wasn’t directed at you. It was directed at him.

Oh, how much she’d want him to sleep through that meeting with you, like he used to.

Fearing that something would happen to you, she ended the meeting sooner than she wanted and slowly returned to Kyogoku House. People watched her colourful procession of many, both male and female employees from her seirō, but she was the only one who stole everyone’s attention - she was like a diamond. Beautiful flower among weeds and grasses. Although she usually liked the attention she received, today it was unbearably annoying to her.

Her perfectly smooth forehead was flawed by the folds created by her tightly furrowed thin eyebrows.

She tried not to step out of her role and moved with a slow dance step towards her present place of residence, although she could easily get there within seconds even on her black high-soled geta.

After she returned to her seirō and locked in her room, they even quarreled over it all. Very seriously and rough. Although it took place without much damage to the furniture, several other girls said they heard an unknown male voice from her room. Some thought it was just her throat torn from Warabihime’s (no one knew her name except her brother and later you too) screams and it was still her voice, other say that she was insane or possessed by evil spirits.

To avoid do something he might regret later, Gyutaro went outside while the night was still young.

He wandered through side and dark streets killing drunks and couples, looking for some privacy to pick on them and release the accumulated negative emotions, but nothing could improve his mood.

Anger flowed through his veins under his skin, triggering an increasingly strong desire to scratch himself, and he gave in to it (not that he resisted much). He do it so hard that blood started dripping down his forehead and clavicle - he didn’t care about it because he’d regenerate in no time.

Then among the sounds of people walking in the streets, the roar of machines, and the sound of his rough skin torn by his black fingernails, he heard your voice. He looked out of the alley with curiosity and saw you walking in the company of a black-haired man.

You talked to him about something gesticulating vigorously, although the conversation itself didn’t interest him. Seeing your movements and hearing the annoying voice, an idea popped into his head - if you give him reason by which you could make his sister sad, he’ll kill you.

The thought brought a wide, menacing smile to his face, revealing sharp teeth and capable of shivering the body of more than one experienced Demon Slayer.

He knew Daki would be angry, but you were the reason for their argument and his sour mood right now. He felt like with your disappearance, so would his current problems.

The rest of the night he followed you jumping on the rooftops of buildings and listening to what you were talking about - despite his dislike for you, he even laughed a few times at your remarks and comments. He also found out that the man in the brown kimono and tied hair is your close friend Kaito.

• • •

It’s been a few days since he started following you and got to know you better - he already knew how you make a living and what your routine looks like. During the day he hid from the sun in a nearby house (whose owners suddenly disappeared under unexplained circumstances) and waited for dark to fall, when he could again follow you like a watchdog.

He didn’t even notice when all the hatred for you burned out inside him like an old bonfire, leaving nothing but smoking residue.

He was no longer actively looking for faults in you, and followed you more out of habit and curiosity. But he still had mixed feelings for you - maybe not as negative as at first.

Although he wouldn’t admit it to anyone (even to himself).

Your friend would show up at your place sometimes with a carriage full of stuff, and sometimes you’d go out with him for drinks at a cheap bar nearby. It was a good opportunity to see what you thought of his sister.

Was she just one of many women for you to play with? Have you been seeing anyone besides her? Did you really respect her? What are you saying about her behind her back?

Thoughts like this popped into his head, but he wasn’t worried about hearing something bad from you about her.

But the words of a drunk are the thoughts of a sober, and with that thought he put his ears to hear you better, when your friend dragged you home. He hasn’t drink to much, because of the experience he’s had with you.

“Ahh, I want to go to Warabihime!” You were whining and trying to get away from your friend. It was a poor attempt, but it was difficult for the demon to judge whether it was alcohol or you were always so weak.

“You’ve been here last time and you don’t have money to meet now. Besides, you have to get permission first,” the black-haired man admonished you, tired of your drunken self.

“No, I wanna now! Let me goooo.”

“If you want to go to prostitutes go to some cheaper yūjo. There are a lot of them in harimise. No one will even know.”

Kaito casually offered knowing the rules of the pleasure district - after all, he used their services not so long time ago.

If oiran chose you as her client after three (very expensive) meetings, during which you tried to convince her that you were worthy of her, you couldn’t use the services of other women. Especially some cheap prostitute or some other oiran - it would be an insult to her, and although you know perfectly well that she would probably never know about it, you couldn’t look her in the face afterwards.

“No, you don’t understand, I can’t. I want to go to Warabihime!”

You still whined like a baby, but no one paid attention. You’ve already moved far away from the Entertainment District. You were surrounded only by low family houses and dark streets lit only by the light of a full moon watching you silently from above. He wasn’t the only one, although the other observer showed more interest, hiding yourself in the shadow.

“Is she really that good?” asked older man without even looking at you and suddenly got hit on the head by you.

The hit wasn’t strong, but it was painful enough that he suddenly let you go and you fell flat to the ground. The scene surprised Gyutaro so much that he stopped breathing, and he might even laugh, if he wasn’t shock of your reaction.

“What was that?!” Kaito asked, screaming in anger.

If it wasn’t for the sake circulating in your veins and spinning in your head, you could see the veins coming out of his forehead and his tightly clenched fists tremble. Your friend hated being insulted. Even as a joke, and now you’re overreacting.

“What was that supposed to be? What’s gotten into you? Are you… A-ah,” he said after a moment understanding and laughed unexpectedly. He didn’t expect that from you. Especially from you.

Yes, he was still angry, but he knew what oiran and other women of her type were like - they said many beautiful words and promised even more just to keep a well-paid client. Their living piggy banks. And you’ve obviously fallen for it more than he thought.

Not long ago he had been dating one, but when the first enchantment had passed he saw how much he had been deceived and trifled. No one has ever humiliated and ridiculed him like that woman had.

To this day, he can still smell her perfume reminiscent of peaches and kept the letters he couldn’t burn. He tried not to get drunk because of you, to walk you home safely, although he would love to do it.

He’d like to keep his mind off the time he was seeing her. To those brightly colored and sunny times with sweet feelings like her lips, and yet… fake.

He would like to forget her unique hair color, looking like the sun and and the deep black of the night at the same time. Throw out a strand of golden curls from her bangs. Forget her loud laugh and her sometimes out of control temperament, which he loved so much. Forget about these light brown eyes, which never looked at him with affection.

Every gesture she made was taught by years of practice, and every sweet word devoid of feeling - she was like an empty porcelain doll, and he found out too late. He always thought she was thinking about someone else, when she was with him.

He learned that she was playing with him by chance, when he heard another drunk man telling about his oiran’s great love for him and showing her letters for proof. Kaito would always recognize the scent of her perfume and her writing style.

However, he hoped it was a mistake and went to Ogimoto House to listen to other women’s gossip. All he had to do was stand by the window and he could have found out everything. The sound of their laughter and mockery directed at him hurt him. Those kind night ladies voices said such bad things about him that he just wanted to curl up and die in shame.

From that day on, he never returned to tea house.

But sometimes he stood near her balcony, when unconsciously his legs led him again towards Ogimoto House, and he would looking with longing and chest pain.

Against his will, he waited for her to see her feisty face with sharp features and small cute nose or silky hair again.

He saw a black crow come to her every now and then, and she’d pick up a letter attached to its leg. She then unfolded the red kimono and hid a piece of paper under it - he could only guess how close it was to her heart and who her lover was…

Sometimes, however, it was she who secretly sent the letter, plunging Kaito even more into dark despair.

Was he angry? Of course, he was. Even mad, but he couldn’t stop loving Makio either.

“All right, it’s fine,” he helped you get up and cleared your clothes. He understood what a wonderful feeling it was to love and be loved, but some of the flowers that grew from the seeds of that love were… poisonous. “Come home and get some sleep.”

Kaito helped you get undressed and put you in a futon. Your grey kimono (not so official, worn only because you didn’t mind destroying or staining it) he cleaned out the sand and dust of the street. The man decided open the window for you, so you could sleep better and the air in the room wouldn’t get stale from your stinking breath.

He was your good friend, but he treated you like you were his younger sibling (although you two were almost the same age). He was also your business partner - he would bring in goods from the far reaches of Japan, and you would sell it on the busy streets.

When Kaito left you had a strange dream - you dreamed that a skinny, grotesque figure stood over you like one of worst nightmares.

His morbidly yellow eyes stared straight at you through a veil of fat, dark green hair, piercing you through like daggers.

Even though you were tucked under a duvet and covered with a blanket to keep you warm, you felt like you were instantly getting cold - probably through an open window (through which the stranger must have entered) illuminating his monstrous face.

He looked like Death or a being closely related to it - did he come for your soul? Maybe he was just a seriously ill homeless man looking for shelter on a cold night?

The stranger was looking at you with a mysterious grin on his face like he wasn’t satisfied with something and was wondering about something at the same time. You felt like a disgusting insect under his judgmental gaze. The man scratched himself on the gray skin on his cheek, causing a rough chill on your back.

Scratch, scratch, scratch echoed across the room when you looked at each other in silence.

For a moment, the thought crossed your drunken mind, that you might be able to fall asleep when your eyelids became too heavy to keep them open, but then the he spoke in a hoarse voice.

“You annoy and irritate me,” his voice was loud in the quiet room like the sound of a bell. “But for some reason I can’t hate you.”

The gray creature leaned over you so that your noses almost touched.

The strands of his bangs tickled your forehead and a piece of loose material hanging around his neck fell on your covered chest. You could smell his bad breath stinking like rotten flesh and blood.

“But if you hurt my sister, I’ll kill you.”

The threatening words sounded like a promise he was determined to keep. Although you had no idea how you’d know his sister.

Still, you picked up something in his voice that made you think he didn’t want to do it. As a trader, you had to be able to read your customers, and that’s why you knew who wanted what, when they were hiding something and when they were honest with you.

That’s why you knew Warabihime was completely honest with you about her behavior, although sometimes she seems to want to show you more than she can. Something keeps her from telling you about her worry, that makes her seem depressed sometimes and she masks it with a gentle smile.

You never asked about that because you didn’t want to spoil the atmosphere and lead to unpleasant situations between you two.

After the man’s words, you were able to sleep. You weren’t sure if it was the alcohol circulating in your body or the fear helped you, but when you woke up next day, you almost forgot the night guest. A slight throbbing of your head in the morning and a dry mouth only helped you remember what you were doing early in the evening with Kaito. You remembered the rest when you sat on the futon and saw a huddled figure in the corner of the room.

He squatted with his elbows on his thighs and his fingers touching the floor between his legs. He was so crooked that just looking at him made your back hurt. You didn’t believe he was comfortable like that. You regretted that only piece of his wardrobe was baggy navy trousers and red pieces of fabric loosely tied around his shoulders - seeing his extremely skinny body and morbidly gray-green skin, you had another headache again and you were getting nauseous, which you somehow stopped with a stone face.

The creature looked at you with boredom as if you were an unexpected and even more unwanted guest than the other way around - he didn’t budge or even blink like a grotesque sculpture.

He reminded you of Kaito’s stories of horrible, ugly, stone figures placed on the rooftops of many temples and cathedrals in faraway lands that he’d heard from other people - whether it’s tourists or foreign traders. They called them chimeras or gargoyles, depending on their function.

Was he a product of your mind as a sign to stop drinking?

“Are you finally get up?”

He asked, interrupting the silence and tilting his head slightly in a way familiar to you, but all you could do was nod your head and issue from a clenched throat quietly “Uh”.

You noticed that the window was closed now by wooden shutters and he was sitting under the wall adjacent to it as far away from it as possible.

“Don’t you have work today?”

You swallowed your saliva and nodded your head again. Feeling like an unwanted pest in your own home, you got up and folded the sheets. You put it on the other side of the room (under the window) and moved into the kitchen feeling behind you the watchful gaze of the bulging eyes and the menacing aura of your guest.

You entered the kitchen (the largest room in the house), where you had a low table and a stone stove, but you didn’t use it. An iron kettle for boiling water you set over a small fire. You remember when you dug a hole by yourself and then you covered it with bricks for safety. You liked to use it.

When you looked back, you saw a caricature of a man standing at the entrance to the room, still hidden in the shadows. He watched you from semi closed eyelids with boredom.

Does he have a skin condition? Can the sun hurt him? Is he afraid? Or maybe, like a vampire, you have to invite him?

A distant memory flashed through your head - how, as a little kid, you overheard a conversation among adults about bloodthirsty creatures turning to dust while they were standing in the sunlight. At that time they told you to leave then so as not to scare you, but curiosity was stronger.

Why do you suddenly remember that after all these years?

You shook your head and closed the shutters. To make sure the wind wouldn’t open them, you pulled the metal lock too for safety.

The room was semi-darkness.

Why did you do that?

Just to avoid a worse headache, and he decided to take advantage of it by walking into the kitchen.

Close up, when his position didn’t hide too much from you so you could see how bad he was - appearing rough and sickly skin was marked by numerous black marks, and the abdomen was practically concave. There were also bony hips protruding from behind the his material trousers, and you could describe him as a living skeleton, although he had heavily scratched muscle tissue gathered around his shoulders.

You placed two small clay tea cups on the table (remembering that you still had some medicinal herbs left for a hangover) and caused a mischievous smile on your comrade’s face as if you had done something stupid.

Yet he sat beside you at the table with his legs crossed and watched in silence as you ate a piece of dry meat with buttered bread. You weren’t sure how you were able to swallow when his constant gaze on you made your throat clenched itself. He didn’t even blink.

You paid him back with the same, but you couldn’t stand it for a long time and you started looking into the space above him. When you looked at him, you felt some kind of regret that made you offer him a piece of meat in your hand.

With this you caused him a loud burst of laughter, from which you jumped up in your seat. You amused him so much that he closed his eyelids and covered his mouth full of sharp yellow teeth with one hand, and he started hitting his knee with the other.

You didn’t know what was funny about it, so you just sat in front of him with a disconcerting face and with your hand still out holding a piece of meat pointing at him, but now you felt like an animal who had done a trick.

Gyutaro amused the absurdity of the situation and this irony, as you, a human - practically defenseless against him and unaware of his initial intentions (he still judging you) offer him, the demon, who has killed hundreds of people, a piece of food. If he was hungry, you’d be the first course on his menu.

When he calmed down a little, the broad smile still didn’t come off his face revealing his big teeth and made small wrinkles near his eyes showing how cheerful he was now.

You had a shiver for a moment, but you decided not to show it. If he isn’t a vision of your sleepy mind induced by alcohol, then it was better not to provoke him and didn’t let him know you’re afraid of him.

The stranger, feeling comfortable enough with you, lay down on the floor on his left side and resting his head on his fists, watched your morning routine without moving.

When you went to the other room to pick up some clothes (your house had only three rooms, one of which was a storage room) he just turned his head towards you and again returning to his previous, bored posture.

Even though he wasn’t physically moving, his eyes followed you, tracking your every move.

Then you also had to set up your wooden stall and load the goods on it. Unfortunately, your mare died a few months ago and you had to pull the carriage on wheels to the nearest town. If it weren’t for your expensive encounters with Warabihime, you could probably buy another horse sooner…

Actually, you were planning on taking the day off, but your unexpected visitor made you not want to stay home.

When you came back late in the evening, the only sign of him was the untouched clay cup of cold tea that you put in front of him.

For a moment, you really believed it was just a hallucination, but he came back after a few days.

• • •

You came home again at night after another day’s work in a remote city and he was already waiting for you inside. When you closed the door behind you, cutting yourself off from the sound of crickets in the nearby fields, you heard a quiet, characteristic for him scratch, scratch, scratch carring over a small building. You didn’t have time to escape to the street because he showed up right next to you.

There were several deep wounds on the right side of his face caused by his nervous scratching. Seeing you seemed to upset him even more because his movements got even more intense.

“Ne, ne, where have you been? Why don’t you come to her?”

Completely surprised by his sudden appearance, you took your breath away and all you could do was just stupidly open and close your mouth like a fish pulled out of the water. It was probably the first time, when you didn’t know what to say.

“Daki is impatient. She’s been waiting long enough for you.”

The man said that with a grudge against you. He was mad at you for not trying harder and making his pretty sister angry.

“Who… Who is Daki?”

You only managed to mouthed through a clenched throat as the monster in your kitchen continued to scratch nervously. He paused for a moment, reminding himself that you didn’t know everything yet, so he just said:

“Warabihime.”

Her name made your heart beat a little faster and you started to wonder how much you really know about her? Why did he call her Daki? How much does she have to do with him and who is he?

But before you could ask him anything, he threw you on his shoulder. Afraid he would drop you (or roll over with you), you propped on his bony back, but he had a surprisingly strong grip for someone looking so hungry.

Holding you with one hand, he went out in front of your house, jumped high and landed on the roof of a nearby building. It happened so fast that you only felt a sudden rush of cold air and could see your wooden geta fall down where you were just now.

Surprised and even more frightened, you clung tighter to a man, who seemed to mock your fear. You could have sworn that for a brief moment before he ran on the rooftops toward the bright Yoshiwara District you could see a smile on his face.

The fact that he only held you with one hand didn’t help you calm down at all.

A few minutes later, you were facing your black-haired oiran at Kyogoku House. It was the first time you had been in her seirō - you had always only met in tea house, but you didn’t have a nerve now to look around the room.

She sat in front of you proudly like a princess on a tatami dressed in a beautiful, silk, white kimono with a broad smile on her painted lips and a joy dancing in her bright eyes. She seemed even more radiant with affection, when she saw you.

Unusually, she was dressed more skimpily than usual - when her clothes opened you saw that instead of many other colorful layers of attire she was wearing only pink and black, lace panties and a wide obi of a similar color in a floral pattern tied around her slim belly. Her breasts were covered only by two straps of black material held by the belt, and her long, slender legs were dressed in stockings to match her underwear.

The man who brought you here unceremoniously dropped you off his shoulder on the floor and looked at you as if you were his new problem.

You jumped with your gaze from a figure standing above you to a woman sitting nearby without knowing what to do or why they brought you here.

Finally, the green-skinned man turned on his heel and walked toward the window you just came through, saying:

“I think you two have a little talk to do.”

And he jumped outside. He expected you to be too embarrassed to talk to Daki when he was around (although he was there all the time during your previous meetings, not that you knew about it) and he wanted her to explain this all to you.

You certainly had a ton of questions, and whether you survive afterwards will depend only on you.

Gyutaro crouched over the open window listening attentively to every word. His hand instinctively found its way to his skinny clavicle and began to unconsciously scratch it to relieve the stress.

After a long and, it would seem, difficult conversation for both of you, there was finally a deaf silence. He wondered for a moment if she killed you and if he could come back now. Then you spoke again. You were insecure and nervous - he could tell from your voice, but you surprised him again.

You wanted to try and keep seeing her. Despite knowing they’re both bloodthirsty demons eating your kind.

Gyutaro couldn’t take much time to think about your decision because he saw the black ink sky slowly change to a bright blue and red-orange flashes of the sun appear on the horizon, reminiscent of lanterns hanging in the Entertainment District.

Suddenly interrupting for you two, he went inside and kidnapped you again (despite his sister’s protests) jumping out with you to the street - he didn’t have much time and because you lost your shoes earlier, he couldn’t just leave you there. He knew Daki would be even more upset with him.

- - -

You were at the entrance of your house in just a few minutes. He stopped on the roof and grabbed you tight under the armpits. Your [Hair Color] hair was blowing in every possible direction by the wind and your head was spinning slightly like you were drunk again.

He bowed his head slightly and the orange sky looked like hellish flames behind him. He looked at you from behind his black-green hair, narrowing his menacingly yellow eyes.

“Do you have any idea what will happen if you ever cheat on her?”

Already less intimidated by his appearance, you nodded and said loudly, “You’re going to kill me!” and he slightly tilted his head as if you were irritating his ears.

“At least you’re smart.”

After these words, he let you fall on the gravel road outside your door. You moaned from the pain of a beaten ass, but you didn’t break anything - fortunately the height was too low for that.

Gyutaro watched for a moment as you lay before he disappeared behind the edge of the roof and rushed back to Kyogoku House. You didn’t know why he didn’t stay with you if he’d been there before… unless he was bothered by being with you all day.

Before any of your neighbors could see you, you got up with difficulty and took the geta that had been left on the street. Maybe someday you’ll find another…

You looked over the buildings thinking you’d see a big dark figure running over them, but he was gone, and you still had in your head nervous voice Warabi– … No, it’s Daki.

She told you her real name and what she was. She told you about her older brother and their history. She didn’t plan to hide anything from you from now on and exposed herself to you more than to anyone else.

Many had seen her attractive, firm body hidden under many layers of silk, but no one had yet known her heart.

Could you ignore something like that?

• • •

And you tried to come more often anyway. You couldn’t break your routine, but sometimes she was so impatient that she would even give you money, so you could get there early. Of course, it would have been easier if she intimidated the homeowners, Omitsu and her husband into letting you meet whenever you wanted, but you forbade her.

You could understand eating people, you would be a hypocrite to condemn her for eating the only food she could when you ate beef, veal, chicken and fish, when you were hungry. So that you could live on your own, you ate the flesh of other beings like many other species, and the fact that demons could only eat human was not her fault.

But you couldn’t tolerate, much less accept, terrorizing others so that only for you could meet. You could never accept senseless bloodshed or hurting and scaring others.

Your first face-to-face meeting was two weeks later, and it was the first time you were with all two of them. Gyutaro was ready to go out and hide somewhere not to disturb you, but you stopped him. You didn’t feel embarrassed or disgusted by him, although when you first saw him, he terrified you.

“Huh?” he murmured and his hand raised to scratch his neck. He looked at you with a mixture of surprise and amazement, and Daki felt a pleasant warmth pouring into her interior. So far, only two people have been kind to her brother.

If it wasn’t for her full makeup, you might see her cheeks blushing with delight. She slightly opened her lips in surprise, and her eyes glazed in the light of candles - she looked like a child at the sight of an unexpected, dream gift.

The man looked at his sister to see if she was okay with it and, not seeing any objection, sat down, but still keeping his distance. As time went on, he began to sit closer and closer to you.

You didn’t always just talk - sometimes Daki played koto or shamisen, that already were in the tea house or you played a board game Go.

• • •

Gyutaro finally fully understood why she was so angry when he came back from his long absence smelling like blood and you.

At first she was just angry with him for leaving her alone and even tried to look for him (without success), but when she smelled your strong smell from him she feared the worst. This led to another fight, and this time she didn’t pay attention to the furniture or the appearance of pretending to be a human being.

Frightened Omitsu told all the girls to stay away from her room hearing the sound of broken wood and her screams.

Hinatsuru then became more suspicious of the demon’s identity, but she was unable to send Kasugai crow to Tengen with her suspicions. She had to wait for her, and due to the increased demon activity in the city, she might have been caught. It wouldn’t be hard for a strong demon to kill a bird and then her.

She couldn’t have made a mistake. And she needed a real proof so she wouldn’t accidentally bewray herself by pointing out the wrong person.

• • •

Honestly, you were doing pretty good right now. Your insistence on stil making appearances all the time irritated Daki, who, if she could, would see you every day. Her brother supported you, although on the other hand, he hated saying no to his sister.

However, they both noticed that someone was watching their every move, and not only at Kyogoku House, so they had to continue the farce, at least until they got rid of all the pests.

But back to the present…

After giving the letter of request, the man (the owner of the seirō and Omitsu’s husband, whose name you couldn’t remember) told you that Warabihime was already waiting for you on the floor of the tea house.

Kyogoku House was the residence of oiran, kamuro, shinzou, other workers and owners couples - the women never brought their clients there and specifically went only to the chaya associated with their houses.

Surprised by her impatience, you let him lead you to the room. The little girls (probably kamuro, supporter housekeepers who cleaned and learned the artistic part of oiran work) looked at you with curiosity as always, not knowing how you could want to meet someone as cruel as Warabihime.

Out of politeness, you smiled warmly at them and waved, recognizing a few faces. Behind them, you saw a woman with bright purple eyes, coming out of one of the rooms. Her kimono fit her violet eyes like metal clips grafted into her fantastically arranged long hair. Under her left eye, you saw a tiny beauty mark through the white make-up that adds charm to her.

You thought maybe Daki mentioned about her once or two - she didn’t like her and complained about her a lot. What did she do to her? She never said it, although it was very likely nothing. The demon sometimes acts like a spoiled child around you when she’s completely done pretending.

“So, [Last Name]” the old man began as he stood with you in front of the thin shōji door. “Why are you with Warabihime? What do you like so much about her?”

You answered without hesitation.

“She’s cute.”

And you heard a loud man’s laugh coming out from behind the door. Gyutaro laughed uncontrollably, making the man next to you pale and almost fall over. At the last minute, you grabbed him by the arm and didn’t let him.

He nervously wiped his forehead with a cloth handkerchief and, saying he could handle it now and ran to the frist floor to be as far away from the monster and this cursed room as possible.

When you went inside, you saw the green-skinned demon shaking all over, holding his belly and laughing, covering his mouth with his other hand, trying to be quiet (which he didn’t do very well). His yellow eyes narrowed and took the shape of crescent moon. You thought you saw a tear drops out of one of them.

Daki tried to silence him by standing over him with wrinkled eyebrows, repeating over and over “Shhhh, shhhh,” loudly with her finger pressed against her narrow lips, but it didn’t help. Despite the white foundation all over her face and neck (part of her oiran makeup), you could see her ears turning deep red.

Gyutaro’s amusement also came to you, and after a while you also began to laugh, enjoying the next meeting with the demonic siblings.

As always, you spent a few hours together. Daki was playing shamisen, and you and her brother were playing Go while you were talking. You could have sworn that the whole meeting, the black-haired girl was strangely thoughtful. When you caught her looking at you, she looked away fast and her ears turned red again.

• • •

After all, just as you were leaving, you were suddenly dragged by the shoulder into a dark room. It was one of the new oiran. What did Daki say her name was? Hinatsuru? Maybe a little different.

“Um, yes?”

You asked without knowing what she might want from you. Her eyebrows wrinkled with concern and her lips slightly extended as if she was still hesitating about what she was doing. She kept holding you under your arm, squeezing your clothes tighter.

She had thin and slender fingers, but her grip wasn’t delicate. If you didn’t know, you’d think you were caught by a hard-working young man.

“I–, I need help,” she whispered finally looking into your eyes. She looked desperate. “It’s important and only you can help me.”

“Excuse me?”

There was still a deep horror on her face, worrying you a little bit and making you wonder how you could help her? You had never spoken until now. But despite this, Hinatsuru knew you well - the girls at Kyogoku House talking about you, because you were probably the longest customer of cold Warabihime and now the only one.

She didn’t want to imply anything, but everything suggested that others might be dead, and she didn’t want anything to happen to you. Also, you must have gotten to know the cruel oiran very well by that time and you could help her in her mission.

She now had limited movements and lost contact with the other two women. She tried to send a message to Tengen some time ago by mices, but he still didn’t respond. Maybe the demon found out.

“Please come here tomorrow and meet me. You have to talk to me,” she said as quietly as before.

You were about to ask why, but when you saw the feelings in her eyes... You just nodded. It must have been something important if she insisted, and there was a reason why she couldn’t talk about it now.

Was she afraid of someone?

The first thing that came to your mind was Daki, but she promised you no more terrorizing the inhabitants of her seirō. Maybe you’re thinking too much about her secret and that’s why she’s the one that comes to mind. Maybe it’s not about her at all…

“And take it.”

She handed you a object wrapped in a purple fabric. You couldn’t tell from only the touch what it was, so you hid it smoothly behind your kimono and nodded again.

Now she let you go. And yet you walked out of there with a bad feeling and a heavy burden on your shoulders.

- - -

Hinatsuru breathed a sigh of relief when you said yes. She was hoping to save you. She waited a moment before leaving the room herself and the first thing she saw, was Warabihime’s face contorted in a grimace of anger.

Her head was slightly tilted to the right and she frown to form a wrinkle on her smooth forehead.

“What are you doing?” she asked through clenched teeth.

Suddenly, cold sweat sweated all over the woman and she was covered with goose bumps. Her whole body was screaming, “RUN, FIGHT!” but she couldn’t move a single limb. It was hard even for her to breathe.

“N-nothing.”

The oiran leaned dangerously close, so Hinatsuru could easily smell her delicate sakura perfume and she whispered into her ear.

“So don’t touch what’s not yours, or you’ll lose your hands.”

Daki stepped away from her, threateningly staring her in the eyes for a moment, and left to return to Kyogoku House. She still could her talking as she walked away:

“I heard some girls disappeared from Tokito House recently. Take care of yourself.”

Hinatsuru felt she had to get out of here. She instinctively squeezed a small dose of poison hidden in the sleeve of the kimono she took with her just in case to simulate illness.

Yes, it’s time to bring in Uzui.

➻ Little dictionary:

Kimono (着物, きもの, lit. "thing to wear") - is a traditional Japanese garment. The kimono is a wrapped-front garment with square sleeves and a rectangular body, and is worn left side wrapped over right, unless the wearer is deceased.

Futon (布団) - traditional japanese bedding. It consists of a mattress (shiki-buton) and a duvet (kake-buton). Futons after taking out for the night from the wall cabinet (oshiire) are laid on tatami. After they are rolled up and put in the wardrobe in the morning, you gain free space in the room for the day, which can be used for other purposes.

Zataku (座卓) - is the generic term for this kind of low table.

Onigiri (御握り) - is made of rice formed into a triangular or oval shape, sometimes wrapped in a nori (Japanese name for different species of edible seaweed). This dish is stuffed with, among others, marinated Japanese apricot, roe, shrimp, fish, etc. The stuffing is usually salty to protect the rice from spoilage.

Gyūdon (牛丼, Japanese Beef Rice Bowl) - is one of the most popular and inexpensive fast food dishes in Japan. Its name can be literally translated to beef bowl.

Ikejime (活け締め) - It is a technique of killing fish neutralizing the nervous system of a live animal from bleeding. This ancient practice, of Japanese origin, has the effect of reducing stress and pain in fish. His muscles are not as tight, his flesh holds better, and his taste qualities are better compared to the usual way of strangulation.

Genre: Romance || Hurt/Comfort

Word count and reading time: +12.1k (49 min.)

⚠ Warnings for this part of the request: Minor death, Eating dead body, Severe injuries (not Reader), Forbidden Love/Mutual Pining,

Mukago’s life as a member of Twelve Kizuki was… stressful. She thought if she could join a group of the most powerful demons in the world, it would be easier for her, but it’s just getting harder.

She felt the constant pressure exerted by Muzan, the Upper Ranks looked down on her with superiority and contempt, and she was constantly afraid to maintain her position as the Lower Four.

Rui, Lower Five, was strong and probably if he wasn’t interested in climbing the ranks of Twelve Kizuki he could easily beat her - she could feel it just by standing near him during meetings.

He gave off a dense and suffocating aura showing how many people he had eaten and illustrating how ruthless and insensitive he was.

Apparently, he didn’t spare even the members of his “family”, which Kibutsuji kindly allowed him to create. Its size changed very quickly and often - someone joined, someone left (usually from his white hand in monstrous torments) and a new replacement appeared again.

This made him Muzan’s favorite, and all the Lower Ranks looked at him with jealousy, although he didn’t seem to notice or care about it.

She wouldn’t have beaten him if he challenged her to the Blood Battle - she knew her abilities and the differences between their powers that divide them like a deep chasm.

This didn’t mean that she wouldn’t try to defend herself, she would be foolish to surrender without a fight.

He didn’t need weak and cowardly demons. He wanted nothing from them but boundless devotion and ruthlessness. It’s the only way she could go far as a demon, as Lower One and all the Upper Ranks have shown.

And that’s why she was relieved that the spider boy was indifferent to the rat race in the ranks of Twelve Kizuki. As a result, she could still live.

But even though she had been one of Kizuki for some time, she still didn’t feel like a member of their group. It’s like she totally doesn’t fit there.

The Kibutsuji once said that they all should get rid of their humanity. Their greatest weakness, but just because she was a demon doesn’t mean that she still has no human feelings - she could still laugh, cry and feel gratitude for the kindness showed for her.

That’s why she remembers with pleasure her first encounter with [Last Name], which she tries to hide even from the Kibutsuji, fearing how he might react.

She was wounded and running from the Demon Slayer. She hoped her Lower Rank 4 position would somehow deter him, but he was determined to kill her. Too late she noticed that he was one of the kinoe - hashire she would have sensed from afar long ago.

With dizzying speed she ran through the trees, hearing his footsteps behind her, not at all far behind her. He easily kept up with her.

Every time she heard him pull out his katana with a metallic sound, she tilted her head down or changed direction to avoid the colored blade. Once he managed to cut the tips of her horns. She felt sweat run all over her body and her hair stand on end.

This chase could go on indefinitely unless one coincidence - a cliff that neither she nor he noticed.

With the menacing sound of a katana cutting through the air, she tried to dodge once again and cover her head with her hands, but suddenly she lost ground under her feet.

She didn’t have time to scream when she started falling, with the Demon Slayer next to her.

In the dark she had much better eyesight than humans in the dark, and in the dim moonlight she could see a surprise painted on the boy’s face - he didn’t even understand, what was happening before he hit the stones below them with a crack.

The fall, despite appearances, was quiet - the sound of broken bones was no louder than the sound of breaking a dry branch. Neither of them screamed. The only thing that escaped their mouths was the air collected in their lungs, which came out stifled.

She landed on her abdomen - she felt pain in her bent limbs and collapsed lungs.

Her nerve endings were burning her throughout her body, sending a message to her brain about her numerous critical injuries, and liters of blood spilling from her wounds made her feel cold as if she were lying in the snow. The punctured lungs prevented her from breathing, and the blood flooding them from the inside would probably have drowned her long ago, if she hadn’t been a demon.

Either that, or she’d die of pain because, unfortunately, she fell frist on her feet.

The nameless Demon Slayer fell out of her line of sight, and it cost her too much effort to lift and turn her head to see where he lay.

She didn’t hear his groans or heavy, unsteady breathing indicative of an agonizing state of great pain, so she suspected he fell on his head and split his skull. He died quickly and probably painlessly, unlike her - she was waiting for a long and painful recovery now.

If she faints for a few hours it would be a grace, but her mind stubbornly kept her conscious.

After about thirty minutes (which seemed like an eternity to her), her throat regenerated, and although she was still in pain, she was able to emit squeaks of pain. She sounded pathetic even to her own ears - not like a member of the most powerful demons in the world, but like a mouse tormented by a cat.

Tears continued to flow from her eyes, like endless waterfalls, blurring the view of white flowers from her face. It hurt, everything hurt her so much.

Suddenly she heard footsteps approaching her, and then saw a brighter and brighter light illuminating everything in front of her. Rocks, trees, plants… For a moment she feared it would be a rising of the day, but she didn’t burn after standing in all its glory.

The person, who arrived, stood behind her back and she could only guess who it was - a lost trader in the mountains? Another demon? Or maybe another Demon Slayer?

In her present condition, she couldn’t escape. She was scared, but at the same time she wanted all the pain to end.

Will that be the end of her? Will she find peace? Will she go to hell for her sins? Will she be reborn and get a second chance?

The person stood over them for a moment and heard only the hiss of the fire burning land in the candle that human had brought and its faster breathing.

She saw how the light moving and long shadow on the stones in front of her as the mystery figure covered the flame.

The traveler was afraid. She was sure of it. Mugako didn’t have a sharpened sense of hearing as well as the Upper Moon, but the person’s heart was beating so hard that she could hear it as if she had an ear on their chest.

Despite panic, this heartbeat calmed her down a bit. With a sore throat in a hoarse, quiet voice she said:

“He-help…”

And finally, she began to float away into blissful unconsciousness, listening to the sound of a rapid heartbeat.

• • •

Mukago woke up some time later in an unfamiliar place. She didn’t see the black sky above her or even the surrounding her before mountain landscape, but the wooden ceiling of a small house. She lay on a soft futon tightly covered with numerous blankets to keep her warm.

Where was she? Did she die? This is reincarnation?

Her sense of smell was immediately attacked by the numerous sweet smells, which was mixing with each other and surrounding her from all sides. She couldn’t pick up one that would tell her where she was.

Her thoughts were suddenly interrupted by the sound of sliding wooden doors and footsteps. With difficulty she turned her head and saw the figure standing in the dark - she knew from the smell that it was a human. Unfortunately, it was too dark for her to tell more about person from place where she lay. She’d have to get up and get closer, but her head (and all the limbs) seemed to weigh hundreds of kilograms.

The stranger gently put down the wicker baskets on the ground next to the entrance and went to the furnace nearby. As quietly as before, person threw in a few logs of wood and lit a fire.

Are you afraid of her? Is that why you were so careful? But then why would you take her to your home?

In the dim orange light from the stone furnace, she saw better the facial features of her new companion. You didn’t look like a Demon Slayer, and your worried, wrinkled eyebrows didn’t indicate bad intentions. More like regret.

Maybe you regretted your decision and wondered what to do next? What should you do with a dangerous demon under your roof?

Suddenly you noticed she was awake and with a quiet “oh!” you froze motionless. In the warm glow of fire, she saw the surprise that appeared on your face for a second and then how you looked at her with those [color] eyes with an expression she didn’t recognize for now. She hasn’t seen it on anyone’s face too long time to tell immediately what kind of emotion it is.

She knew perfectly well the fear hidden in the stiff faces of her dead victims or the sadness when they begged for mercy in tears. She had seen pain and anger, but this… It was something new.

“Are you still going to sleep? Are you all right?” you asked, confusing her even more.

Why would you ask that and care about her? With every moment she spent with you, she have more and more questions popping into her head, and the uncertainty of your intentions twisting her guts. She didn’t know what to expect from you.

She nodded hesitantly and again there was silence between you for a few minutes.

You turned your gaze away from her looking at a distant point in front of you, focusing on your thoughts, and she felt the atmosphere getting more thicker.

You didn’t look like you were planning on speaking anytime soon, so she decided to do it, but before she spoke she already knew that it wouldn’t be an easy - no sound would pass through her dry, sore throat, and her swollen like a sponge tongue, stuck to her palate.

She swallowed her saliva with difficulty a few times and opened her glued lips with a wet sound attracting your attention again.

“Where–?”

“At my house,” you said quickly and didn’t let her finish. “Don’t bother yourself, lie down. Try to get more sleep.”

She closed her mouth obediently and continued to stare at you with a startled look.

Unable to stand her attentive, unblinking gaze, you turned your head the other way and looked into space. You felt awkward when she did it.

The windows were closed with wooden shutters, so the only source of light in the small hut was the fire from the furnace, and the sound that interrupted the uncomfortable silence was the crackling of wood in the heat and your quiet breaths.

When you entered the house you noticed a change - her breathing was no longer as loud and whistling as at the beginning, when you found her.

Have her lungs already regenerated? If so, how long will it take for her to fully recover?

You tightened your lips in anger and frowned slightly in frustration. What are you gonna do next? What will she do?

How stupid you were…

You chastised yourself in your mind for your recklessness and wondered what you should do now, when the demon was watching you all the time.

She could see perfectly well how your face changed under the influence of emotion - honestly, anyone could read you like an open book, but she hoped you wouldn’t suddenly pull out a nichirin blade from somewhere to kill her.

She wasn’t sure, she would have been able to defend herself from you in this state.

- - -

The night passed for you… without much 'attraction' - you didn’t talk to Mukago anymore and after a few minutes you fell asleep by the stove through its warmth and she didn’t try to wake you up. She focused on regenerating as quickly as possible so she could leave.

But unfortunately, she couldn’t sleep at the same time anymore, so she just lay alone with her thoughts, staring at the ceiling. Hunger squeezed and twisted her guts, the recovering drained a lot of energy from her, and when she looked at you, saliva flowed into her mouth.

You looked so good with that calm face untainted by any worries when you were conscious. Your scent filled her nostrils until she got dizzy - she felt drunk from your scent. You weren’t a marechi, but everything in the cabin smelled like you - the floor, the furniture and even the sheets she was lying in.

The years spent in the wooden walls made the entire house to soak up your scent like a handkerchief thrown into the water, although you probably didn’t smell it - demons have a much more sensitive sense of smell than humans, and her hunger with numerous, severe injuries only made it worse.

You were like an aromatic, fat chicken covered in honey over a fire. With skin flushed from the warmth and slightly shiny from the sweat running down your forehead.

You were definitely well seasoned. Just looking at you, she could imagine the structure of your muscles, feel the distinct iron taste of blood on her tongue spiced with your emotions.

There were many chemical reactions in the human body that were also caused by hormones and enzymes - from what she remembered about butchering meat or fish, when she was still human. Apparently, fear killed the taste of meat by the adrenaline and acids released in muscle tissues during stressful situations, so now you were perfect. Hunters and fishermen tried to kill the animal as quickly and painlessly as possible to prevent it. This killing technique is called ikejime.

You weren’t special, but in her condition, you were everything she could have dreamed of right now.

Normally, she’d sneak up on you while you were asleep and kill you before you could react, but she couldn’t. She still had broken bones (not only in her legs) and too severe internal injuries. All she had left was to wait and suffer in the silence still lured by your scent like a bee to a flower.

You unknowingly tortured her and turned your little house into her own private hell. You were her executioner, even though you didn’t do anything to her.

Her belly murmured low and long for food like a dog waiting for a bone, but it was a sound too muffled by the blanket to wake you up. You didn’t even move in your position.

An unpleasant spasm passed through her bowels like a spear, and the emptiness in her stomach became even more painful. Even more saliva poured into her mouth and flowed down her unnaturally pale cheek to soak into the pillow under her head and into her messy hair.

All she could do now was looking at you with a deep hunger in her eyes.

- - -

Shortly after sunrise you woke up - although the shutter was tightly closed and covered with some material she could tell by the singing of the morning birds.

Your sleepy eyes slowly opened and you stretched your bones with a quiet crack. From being in an awkward position for hours, your back and neck hurt. You grabbed the back of your neck to massage your tense muscles and looked around with tired eyes into a dark room, but you didn’t saw anything - the fire from the furnace has long gone out, leaving behind a delicate smell of smoke.

Moving around in a small room using only your memory, you walked up to the door and a little opened it, letting light in - luckily for your adopted guest, they didn’t face east or west, so it was half-dark.

Now you could see a white horned head with silver hair around her like a halo from beneath your bedding. Her dark eyes stared at you, making you less comfortable with a constant observer.

Honestly, if you forgot her, you’d scream in terror until the nearest village heard you and waking everyone up.

How about you become a new legend about a ghost living in the mountains with a killing voice, hm?

Her eyes followed you wherever you went in a small room - whether you made yourself breakfast or a bento for lunch at work. You pretended you didn’t notice how the unnatural irises moved, tracking your every slightest movement. When you disappeared out of their area, she even struggled to move her whole head towards you.

Was it uncomfortable? Yes. Was that disturbing? Most of all.

And you could have left the door locked and forgotten about her… Or leave her in the mountains till morning to burn.

“I’m going to work, don’t destroy or touch anything,” you said coldly when you changed (hiding behind a curtain made from an old blanket and hung from the ceiling on a beam supporting the roof) clothes and turned to the exit.

You didn’t even look at her knowing she’d still stare at you quietly with those dark eyes.

- - -

To your surprise, when you came home that evening, the demon woman was still lying where you left her.

Demons don’t regenerate faster?

You thought slowly chewing an onigiri ball. A little white rice stuck to your cheeks around your lips, but you didn’t pay much attention to it when you were focused on the lying demon.

“You still can’t move?” you asked her, still standing in the red light of the setting sun.

You had a bag of groceries hanging loosely on your one shoulder and an axe in the other hand. You weren’t stupid enough to walk into a dark room with a predator without any weapons.

But you were stupid enough to let a monster in and fall asleep next to her.

You reprimanded yourself quietly in your mind, frowned at that and clenched the handle of the iron axe tighter.

And then you left her unsupervised.

Were you mad at yourself? Yeah, but you can’t change the time. You could only hope she was really too hurt to get to you.

“Hey, come on, move,” you ordered to her still not going inside.

“I-I can’t…” she said in a slightly hoarse voice. You couldn’t tell if it was because of her bad condition or the long time she hadn’t used it.

So far, her body has taken care of numerous internal injuries and setting her ribs in right place. Maybe if she had eaten in the meantime it would have gone faster, but she was completely alone all day without any food.

Unfortunately, despite healing most of the injuries from her body, she felt weaker because of the amount of energy it consumed from her. Probably even after she’s completely healed, she won’t be able to stand on her feet for a while.

“This better be true,” you threatened, and she could have seen your embrance on the wooden shaft of the tool tighten. She even heard the wood crackling quietly under your hand.

You were ready to attack her at any moment if she suddenly jumped at you, and she was sure you wouldn’t hesitate.

You went inside and put a white wrap from a fabric bag next to her. It emitted a strong odor that attracted her on the one hand and repelled her on the other. Like water in a poisoned lake, a dehydrated animal. Like a Venus flytrap bugs.

“Eat,” you said looking down at her, and the command acted on her like letting the dog off a leash.

She had one big word in her head: “FOOD” - she immediately turning to the bundle with a weak, pale hand ending with sharp claws and she tore the material.

It was meat.

She felt she was about to cry. She didn’t understand your kindness and she had many questions.

Who are you to her, after all? You helped her a lot, but your behavior shows her how much you despise her (or her kind). You still gave her mixed signals that caused her a headache.

If she still goes on like this, she’ll go crazy because of you.

With a trembling hand, she grabbed it and shoved it into her mouth, almost choking. The sudden sweetness that attacked her tongue turned into a bitter and tart taste, making her want to vomit.

She quickly spat out a large piece of meat and began coughing and spitting with effort to rid her mouth of the residue. When she looked up, she saw you looking at her frown in a grim grimace of discontent.

She knew that look, you reminded her… It’s better not to mention his name here. Even quietly, because he’d find out, and he’d be angry to see one of his moons in such a weak state. He would probably consider her unworthy of that rank.

And what would he do next? Would he downgrade her to a lower position? Would he expel her from Twelve Kizuki? Would he kill her?

Those thoughts gave her the creeps.

“What is it? Why can’t you eat?” You asked, and your voice sounded sharp in her ears. She lowered her head. She couldn’t look you in the face for some reason.

“You’re a demon, you eat meat,” you said as if you were stating the obvious, such as that it’s bright during the day and birds fly in the sky.

“I can’t,” she admitted quietly and reluctantly, still trembling. “I can’t eat an animal.”

Are you gonna kill her now? You gonna call a Demon Slayer? Why don’t you just expose her to sunlight?

All she heard was your unhappy sigh above her and saw how you take the bag of the rest of the meat from her. There was still probably kilo in there.

“Well, it’s sad, but it won’t go to waste.”

You turned away from her and sat by the stone oven with the dry twigs from the wicker basket. Moments later, you put a pot on it and started preparing food for yourself.

In the next few minutes, the hut was filled with aromas of spices and the sound of bubbling water for sauce. All your attention was turned to cooking and she could see your calm face again illuminated by a yellow, warm flame.

You looked as if you had forgotten about her presence and all your problems - now there was only you and your little cabin. Your home. The outside world didn’t exist. You probably didn’t even worry about the probable sudden intrusion of some dangerous intruder.

Mukago would like to have such a quiet haven. A place, where she can come and forget everything - about demons and people, the rest of Kizuki and about her Master, fear of whether she’ll survive another day or the slayer she encounters is stronger than she is.

But looking at you, she finally calmed herself - it was nice to see you at work, even when you weren’t doing anything special.

Lying in your futon and covered with a blanket (she could still smell your scent, even though it had begun to faded) watching you cook - this scene was almost family-like. Affectionate. Intimate.

If she were human, the smell would make her drool. Maybe you could eat together.

When you were done, you put your food in a clay dish and sat in the corner not far from the furnace that was still generating heat. Suddenly, as if you remembering something, you looked in her direction without moving.

“Are you going to watch me eat like that?” you asked hesitantly.

Surprised, she forgot she was staring at you so intensely. Slightly ashamed, she looked away and focused on the ceiling this time.

Now the roles were reversed and you were staring at her, slowly eating the steaming gyūdon and wondering what to do next.

You should have gotten rid of her this morning, thrown her in the sunlight. What went into your mind to take her with you? If not now, she’ll kill you the next time. The only thing demons can eat is human flesh, and now you’re sure, and she even confirmed it. She’s hungry, you can’t feed her anything else. The sooner you take care of this, the better it will be.

You thought as you put the dish next to you and turned to the door. The sun has already set.

With resignation, you promised yourself you’d get rid of her in the morning (even though you knew, you wouldn’t keep it as usual).

“How long will it take you to regenerate?”

You suddenly broke the silence. The horned demon looked at you and the fire reflected in her silver irises. The red sclera all around it made her look like she really came out of the depths of hell, but there was something endearing about her - if it weren’t for the unnaturally eyes color and horns, she would have been really lovely human.

“I don’t know.”

She admitted it honestly, because she had nothing else and asked instead what will you do with her, still not looking at you.

“I don’t know,” you said as if you wanted to tease her.

Although the way your body was tensed up and your pulse quickened, she knew you were lying, but there was nothing she could do about it.

- - -

Mukago suddenly felt her blanket lift. She wasn’t sleeping - she just lay there with her eyes closed trying to speed up her recovery by focusing on healing individual fractures and injuries rather than trying everything at once.

With her slightly open eyelids, she saw you squatting next to her, holding the same axe on your shoulder as before, and staring at her belly with squinted eyes.

She quickly raised her hands, trying to shield herself from the blows, squealing like any woman in the face of unexpected danger. Surprised she was awake, you shivered and dropped the covering her material. A deep blush of shame appeared on your cheeks from being caught in the act of disgrace.

“I was just checking to see if you’re recovering well,” you said right away so she wouldn’t have any bad ideas…

And you thought you could change the sheets soon, because lying in stains of dried blood leaking through the bandages didn’t seem too hygienic to you, but you never mentioned it.

You sounded like you needed to explain yourself to her.

And stupid.

When you realized it, your surprised (and definitely guilty) face turned into a grimace again. You made a loud “tsk!” with your tongue and walked away from her.

Before you left, you took a big basket with you, and in the first rays of the sun coming through the door, she saw your ears are still red.

She was alone.

Again.

She felt like the small progress you had made in your unexpected relationship had been reduced to zero, and even as if you had taken a few extra steps backwards. She felt guilty about it because you really seemed nice even though you were hiding under the hood of a rough person all the time. She wished she hadn’t kept her eyes closed or called you.

Although she had spent years as a demon, she had not had many opportunities to meet another person to talk to. Humans quickly ended up as her food, weaker demons fled or died fighting for rank, and Twelve Kizuki treated each other as enemies.

Why did she only now feel how lonely she was? Or maybe it’s by tasting a sweet a little bit of the other person’s company?

Is it gonna be hard for her to get back into her life now after that you’ve just walked into it so unexpectedly?

Will she be able to return to those cold, lonely nights surrounded only by the dead bodies of her enemies who only hated her? Who only wanted to kill her?

You never gave her the feeling that you wanted to hurt her or that you were angry with her. You made ugly faces sometimes, but she saw you were only mad at yourself.

You did it when you said or showed her too much. You pretend you don’t care about her, but she doesn’t think it’s true. You’re a good person.

And maybe you were lonely in those mountains too. In these four wooden walls, where it is futile to look for the smell or traces of any guests.

Will she forget the heat from your furnace? The smell of flowers surrounding your home? The sound of your clamly beating heart or quietly breathing while you sleep?

When will she forget your voice or the color of your eyes? Or all those faces, that even though she didn’t feel comfortable with you at first, she found it funny now.

Did you know that when you get nervous, your left temple pulsates?

Here it was so… Pleasant. Nice. Different.

- - -

“How much more time do you need?” you asked when you came to see her in the afternoon.

She was now able to sit up and hardly felt any pain in her abdomen. The only thing stopping her from leaving was the sunlight and the broken bones in her legs.

“About twelve hours.” However, after a moment of reflection, she added. “Maybe a little more.”

Hearing an answer that satisfied you, you nodded your head and put away the new dry branches and charcoal. The last one you got from a friendly family, and the rest you found on the way home from the city where you work.

Despite living near the woods and mountains, you were neither a hunter nor a lumberjack. This meant, you had to get up early in the morning and drive your carretela the next few kilometers to your workplace, but you liked it. The other employees were always nice and there was always a customer to whom you could please with your goods. An additional plus was the specific place where you live allowing you to experiment with it.

And what were you trading?

“What are you doing?” the girl asked, when she felt a little more confident and saw you pull a little wrap from behind your kimono.

“I’m planting.”

You sprinkled seeds from a small handkerchief into a pot and wrote the name of the plant with charcoal on it, before you pulled out a thin notebook from the book cabinet and starting to write something in it. She thought you wouldn’t want to talk to her, but after a while, you started more talking.

“My boss sometimes gives me different seeds to record the growth of plants under different conditions than in the greenhouse.” You paused for a moment to see if you wrote the name on the other page correctly. “And there are also plants that won’t grow anywhere else, but in the mountains because of this.”

“Are you a gardener?”

“I work in a flower shop, but yes - I’m also a gardener. I even have a nice garden in front of my house thanks to this.”

“Do you know a lot of plants?”

“Oh, yes, boss probably brings them from all over the world.” You said in a tone showing that you don’t consider it a great feat. Like you’d be better off without that knowledge. “He has many shops and contacts with abroad. He’s a businessman and lately he’s trying to make a deal for his services with some old family of pharmacists.”

“Is that why you were there? To study the growth of flowers in the mountains?”

The quiet shuffle of the grey pencil on the paper went silent when you looked at her. She was no longer hiding from your gaze - after all, she was Lower Rank 4.

“Yes, you fell into my Hayachineusuyukiso.” Seeing that the name doesn’t mean anything to her, you added. “Also called Edelweiss or Beautiful Star. A rare, white, mountain flower, not difficult to grow, but it was difficult for me to make suitable soil conditions for it.”

The only thing she answered was “oh” as an understanding of the subject of the plant, and then she added even louder and more confidently “Oh!” when she understood exactly what she had done.

She swooped in (along with the Demon Slayer) and destroyed your hard work to grow these flowers. She didn’t know what you had to do to get this, so she was even more worried. And you were probably doing it for your boss. She was hoping, he wouldn’t fire you for it.

“I’m sorry,” she said with guilt, putting her hands on the sheets covering her. There’s almost nothing left of your scent on it, replaced by her sweat and blood.

“You don’t have to, you can’t fix them with words.”

You lifted your eyes from the pages and saw the demon staring at her clenched hands. The bangs and longer strands of hair fell freely over her face, concealing her like a silver hood, but were still too short to cover her tightly held lips.

Was she clutching them out of hunger or guilt?

Even though the thought occurred in your head, you didn’t consider her a serious threat. She reminded you of a child, which somebody yelled at - sad and ashamed of their actions. Sitting in a corner for punishment and left with her thoughts to calmly reflect on her mistakes. Unwillingly, you added while closing the small notebook with a slam.

“I didn’t need them for anything anymore anyway - I just had to get the flowers to unfurl to confirm a theory.”

When you stood up, she followed you with her eyes, watching you slowly getting to leave, before you stopped for a moment.

You came back and put some similar notebooks in front of her.

“If you’re bored, you can read or draw on blank pages. I’d probably be bored to death with nothing to do here.”

“Are you going back to work?” she asked, hoping you’d stay with her.

“There’s a charcoal-burning family on the other side of the mountains, and I promised Tanjiro-kun I’d come and visit them after I checked on you.”

“Oh, okey.”

Her sad and disappointed tone made you feel like you just kicked a little cat. Before guilt and duty completely took over you, you left planning a meeting with the rest of the Kamado family, picking prettier flowers for a bouquet for Mrs. Kie and her two daughters.

- - -

“Any improvement?” you asked when you finally came back.

Although you left your friends before dark (knowing how treacherous mountain roads can be), you still reached the hut only after the sun had hidden behind the horizon.

The abdominal pain practically disappeared along with the dark blue and purple spots adorning her skin and she could move her toes, but it was still a problem for her to bend her knees. She still can’t walk on her own.

“I need a few more hours.”

“Is there any way to speed this up?”

“I could, but…”

She couldn’t finish a sentence knowing there was no way you’d say yes. She looked down and silver hair again obscured her view.

She heard you sighing and leaving. In the backyard, you threw something on a gravel road that gave off a metallic reverberation and dragged it, destroying a few of the stray little twigs.

Through the entrance to the cottage, she saw you standing in front of a wooden trailer. You harnessed a little brown horse to it and started pulling off the fabric bags and bringing them home, putting them in a corner.

She watched your actions with curiosity until you stopped, stood over her and asked with a neutral expression.

“If I help you, can you make it to the carriage?”

She looked at the vehicle one more time and then nodded at you. You uncovered her body, pulled her out of the futon - there was a large dark stain of clotted blood where she lay, but you’ve seen a significant improvement. You were involuntarily happy about it.

She reached out to you like a baby. You held her under her armpits and then you tried to put her hand across your neck. The last time, when you carried her home unconscious, she was definitely heavier and harder for you to maneuver.

Unlike the first time you met her, she was no longer cold - the gentle warmth of her body made you believe she was truly human, if it weren’t for her appearance.

Relying on you, she came to the carriage and you put her in the trailer. Her legs were still weak and flabby, but the fact that she could walk a few steps with the help was a good sign.

“Where are you taking me?”

She asked, watching you step forward and sit in the coachman’s seat. Holding the leather reins, you swung with it at the animal to make it move.

Not very glad with the night ride, the horse initially resisted, but after a few pulls, he finally moved. His clattering hooves resounded in silence along with his loud hisses, making it even less real.

When was the last time Mukago rode in a carriage? It must have been when she was still human.

Was she afraid? No, even though you didn’t answer her question and you kept your distance almost the whole time. She knew you weren’t bad.

And she knew it would finally come. She couldn’t hope that you would let her live with you - after all, you were natural enemies.

When after a long ride you stopped the horse before the entrance between the two mountains, she knew it was time to say goodbye.

You went around the carriage again to get to her and took her down, before you led her deep into a narrow, stone road and sat her on a big boulder.

“I can’t go any further.”

You said crouching at the height of her eyes. You pointed your finger at the dark behind her and added. “That’s where I found you, with any luck he should still be there, if the wild animals haven’t gotten him first.”

The demon nodded. She still didn’t understand what was inside your head and why you decided to helping her so much, but she was very grateful to you.

She looked at your back for a moment as you walked away from her and when your footsteps silenced in the other sounds of the night, she slowly crawl into the corpse of the Demon Slayer.

She had to make several stops along the way to rest, but she had all night to get there.

Surprisingly, the corpse was still lying where he fell. Flowers were arranged around it, as if someone was trying to make it up for the dead boy’s lack of burial.

As she got closer, she could see that the animals had found their way to him during those three days. His right hand was missing and in the place of his eyes were two black voids staring straight at her. The dried blood on his cheeks now looked like tears. Equally bad must have been the hole in his belly, where something was still moving under the stiff material of his uniform.

Unable to complain, she tried to ignore the horrible smell coming from the rotting body and after a few minutes she could walk normally again.

- - -

You didn’t leave from the entrance to the ravine long before dawn. What told you to stay? Guilt? Duty to a stranger’s girl?

No, it’s a demon. You can’t forget that.

But even your own admonitions didn’t move you. Your horse turned his head restlessly waiting for you to let him to turn back and lie down again in the dry straw in a small barn, but you waited.

For what? Until she finishes eating and comes back for you?

Tired, you rubbed your eyes and struggled with drowsiness. You decided to wait another ten minutes, and if she doesn’t signal that she needs help by then, you’ll leave.

- - -

You were awakened from a shallow sleep by the restlessness of the horse. The animal tromped its hooves and neighing, trying to wake you up and keep you away from the danger in front of you.

When you got up quickly, you grabbed the lantern next to you and lit your way, but you didn’t see anything. Not any demon or a wild animal.

Feeling a sudden movement of air next to you, you looked to the side, but there was nothing too. You could have tell someone was here a moment ago - you still felt the warmth on your shoulder.

Deciding you’d wasted too much time here, you ordered for the horse turn around, still looking back to see what would upset him so much. When you took a closer look, you saw on the road an elongated shape sliding slowly into the nearby bushes.

A snake? Well, at least it wasn’t your still hungry friend…

On the way home, you could have sworn that you felt a constant gaze stuck into you like two daggers. It wasn’t very pleasant, you could feel how its hidden owner buzzing with bad emotions and the desire to murder.

It gave you the creeps all over your body and all you could think about was getting back to a safe house as soon as possible.

Maybe it’s just your wild imagination? Being alone late at night in the dark woods are good food for it.

The only thing you heard that night (apart from the moaning of the wooden wheels of your carriage) was the loud flutter of the wings of some bird flying over your head, but because of the thick branches of the trees you couldn’t even see the starry sky above you. You knew something was there because once you even got hit in the head with a pine cone that broke off under his weight.

- - -

For the next few days you had some peace and quiet - no one fell to your flowers or needed your help.

The only people, who disturbed you were mysterious men in brown suits, who came to ask you for the way to the mountains. They explained that they worked for some organization and one of their members had a terrible accident nearby.

The road to this place was easy from your house, so you pointed them in the right direction.

All you saw was how they looked at each other through the gap in the material attached under their hats in understanding and they left you without a word.

The first time you came to this place, the view was terrible, now it must be a lot of worst especially after you left the corpse for decay, wild animals and brought there the starving demon.

But it’s not your problem anymore, although you could have sworn the birds that accompanied them looked at you like they knew what you’d done.

They looked at you with their black eyes, judging you quietly and with the intelligence you’ve never seen in any animal.

But maybe you were just imagining it? Maybe you’re just too paranoid?

- - -

Mukago thought no one would find out about her weak. That it would remain her little secret.

Oh, how wrong she could have been.

As much as she wanted to stay and be around you, she knew it would be too dangerous for both of you. Just thinking about you, no matter how pleasant, could get her (and not only her) into trouble.

Unfortunately, no matter how hard she tried, nothing could escape the attention of the Demon King.

One day he summoned her to Infinite Castle by a woman with biwa.

She was wandering through the forest and all she heard was an unexpected sharp tug of the strings of the instrument, when she suddenly stood in front of the cold face of Kibutsuji. The demon was dressed in white pants and a black suit still remaining in his current role of a good husband and father.

The demon has recently found a new family to serve as a cover for him, so he can hide from the Demon Slayer Corps.

What did he do to achieve this?

She couldn’t be sure, but she expected him to stain his hands again with the blood of an innocent person. People were nothing but food and tools to him, just like the members of Twelve Kizuki.

He stood in front of her, staring at her like she was an uninteresting animal. An insect. A miserable subspecies.

Seeing him, she immediately turned even more pale and fell on her knees before him, lowering her head as low as she could. Her forehead touched the hard, dark wood beneath her and she felt how sweat ran down her temples. Mukago barely holds back the trembling from nervousness.

His forehead was not tainted by any wrinkle created by furrowed brows. The man's posture, though it was and did not seem tense, she still could feel the dread floating in the air.

“What was that supposed to mean?” Muzan asked calmly but harshly, standing over her. As he always did when he gave the order for Twelve Kizuki.

“I–”

She didn’t know what to say. How was she supposed to explain all of this? Or was it about puncture the Demon Lord’s pride, thinking he wouldn’t know? Here, among the demons you could die for lesser offenses.

Or maybe she should already start apologizing and writing her last mental will?

“You had a perfect source of information right under your nose,” he started to speak, and his immaculate image began to break like a broken vessel. With every word, she could hear the anger rising within him. “How could you leave so easily? When others work hard to find even the slightest clue as to where Blue Spider Lily is, you just turn down the chance that fate has given you!”

With his scream, something glass snapped near them, making Mukago squirm even more. She trying to hide inside himself and shaking like a frightened rabbit.

She began to wonder if the next thing that snapped would be her skull.

This time, however, he spared her life. It just ended with an unpleasant reprimand that she won’t forget for long, really long time.

Black-haired woman barely teleported her to the vicinity of the wooded areas of the mountains, she already started instinctively running towards you with tears in her eyes.

Were those tears of fear? Relief from a life saved yet again by luck? Happiness of seeing you one more time?

Or maybe just a rush of cold air caused them?

Her whole body was still trembling and covered with goosebumps, the cloud of shock was just started leaving her mind, her heart was beating fast fueled by adrenaline, but there was also an unusual lightness in her legs, as if she weighed nothing.

Her feet carried her to the door of your hut, lured by the familiar scent of flowers from your garden, dug-up earth and…

You.

Mukago is alive.

For now…

- - -

“I’m sorry, but I can’t help you.” Mukago heard your voice along with approaching footsteps.

She waited for you as usual, sitting on the wooden beam supporting the ceiling, that she had spent so much time staring at during her long convalescence.

She has been coming to see you almost every day since she had the conversation with her Master - sometimes she disappearing for a quick hunt.

She tried to deal with it quickly, but at the same time she chose villages a little further away from your home. She didn’t want to bring here another slayer or, even worse, a Hashira.

That would be too suspicious and it could lead them to you.

What would they do when they found out you were friends with a demon? With the murderer of countless people? One of the Kizuki?

She didn’t even want to think about it…

Another reason was a little selfish, because she didn’t want you to hear about her victims. She didn’t want you to start looking at her like everyone else, like the demon that she is.

But this time when you came back, you weren’t alone - she heard other footsteps too.

From the sounds she might have deduced your comrade was a man. He walked quietly, but confidently. She could hear the clatter of the scabbard on his katana slapping against his hip and belt when he was walking, and his calm breathing.

A hunter?

No, the slayer.

And from his strong aura, she could have infer that he must have been high-ranking. Perhaps, he was even a Kinoe.

Outside the door, she heard a man walk away from you. When you entered the hut, for a moment the orange rays of the sunset fell inside, drawing your long shadow on the ground. You immediately looked up expecting to see your guest there as usual.

And as usual, she was there. With a nice smile and soft eyes waiting for you. Just like a domestic cat.

A large, predatory cat that could easily devour you if she only wanted to. She was now like a wild tiger in her territory.

You no longer saw in her the same fear as before or the pretended confidence.

But tigers are big cats, who also like to lie down sometimes without stress.

She often watched you at work too. You didn’t know exactly why she came back to you or where her interest in plants came from, because she never made it clear before what she was interested in. When you asked her about it, she only said:

“Because I can’t and you know a lot about this.”

You sensed her sincerity at the time, even though you didn’t quite understand what she meant.

Maybe if you knew Muzan Kibutsuji you could understand, but she couldn’t tell you about him.

And her mission wasn’t the only reason why she couldn’t leave…

Sometimes you felt like you were playing a game with her, where you slowly discover more and more about each other.

It was nice talking to someone and not going back to an empty hut where no one was waiting for you, but it brought new problems for you.

You began to get attached to her presence and miss her when she was gone. Wait for her to come back to you, when she suddenly disappeared at night after you fell asleep.

How many times have you woken up in the dark and waited for her appear to the first rays of the sun?

How many more excuses are you gonna need for your eyes bags, when people ask for them? When will you stop worrying others with your absent-minded behavior, often getting lost in your thoughts and falling asleep in a quiet corner at work?

“Demons don’t feel love or empathy, they’re monsters.” Someone told you once, and you took those words to heart. “Bloodthirsty beasts, who only want to quench their hunger.”

But are all demons really evil?

Are there any good demons?

You followed the girl coming down from the wooden beam with your eyes. Even though she smiled at you, you could tell she was nervous.

Is it because of that guy with the katana?

Suddenly, remembering something, you asked her putting away your packages of things you bought in the city on the table next to the fireplace.

“There's been some missing in the area lately… Do you know anything about that?”

Mukago seemed surprised by your question - she turned pale (although you didn’t expect it to be possible) and a smile faded from her face, replaced by the uncertainty you saw in her during your first conversation.

“Um, no. I don't think so. Why?”

It didn’t sound very convincing and all you could do, was take her word for it.

Some time ago a child went missing and was found after two days - he had lost into the woods and fallen into an old, but deep bear pit.

Luckily, the villagers found him safe and healthy (not counting the fear and hunger he must have felt during that time, as well as the numerous abrasions he made, when he tried to climb on the slippery rocks).

Mr. Bear was probably on a trip or was long dead, killed by hunters.

Missing husbands were found drunk in pubs, and and young womens were found with their chosen ones not accepted by their families.

But there were also unsolved disappearances, where no clues have been found to tell what might have happened to the missing.

You didn’t dwell on the subject and unpacked your bag, carefully placing its contents in a locker nearby. These included various spices, rice, bread and meat, in addition to seeds from your boss.

You might have gone a little crazy, because you had an unusual customer, who come to see you in the morning.

A mysterious black-haired man in western clothes entered the flower shop before the sun came up and asked your friend Misaki (who was standing behind the counter) about flowers. He wanted to buy something for his wife and daughter as an apology for spending so much time at work.

When she disappeared into the other side of the store behind one of the larger plants to bring ribbons to tie the flowers stems, you saw him looking around, although you could tell from his eyes that he was bored rather than curious.

His red irises wandered along the shelves with vases and multicolored plants without any reaction - none of them surprised or delighted him, as if he had seen them all more than once.

Well, this place certainly weren’t the only store selling exotic plants, there were more of them in Tokyo for sure. The only difference between you and them is the price - because your boss tried to grow most of them here, the prices were much lower than those in the center of the capital.

You barely managed to keep your eyes open, sitting where you usually sit hidden in a corner on the windowsill.

Monstera deliciosa - an ornamental plant, imported from distant exotic forests, with large leaves in the usual heart shape was the perfect cover for you. From behind its jagged leaves, you could see who was going in and out without fear of being noticed. You liked working here, but didn't always feel like dealing with customers.

Misaki, with her open and warm personality, was the perfect worker for such tasks and kind enough to let you laze in your corner. Unlike you, she was unfamiliar with growing plants and thought you were digging up in mud every day. So with minimal work you could have had extra hours of sleep or read a book, sometimes aloud to pass the time for both of you.

But now she is gone and your slumber was interrupted by an unexpected nice voice.

“Excuse me,” the client said with a polite expression. He had an even nicer, smooth face and a gentle smile. “I’m also looking for something for my mother’s grave. She died just a few days ago.”

Surprised, he’s addressing to you, you just pointed your finger at Spider Lily standing nearby. The slender flowers already had their characteristic upward spindly stamens and corrugated petals, giving them their unique charm. They attracted by their furiously red color that matched his irises.

That color spoke loudly: danger! They made you as anxious as when a man turned his attention to you.

You were disturbed, when he talked about his dead relative like he didn’t care what happened to her and how fast he was right next to you. You didn’t hear any footsteps or the creaking of the wooden floor under his weight.

Even more puzzling was how he could see you hidden behind many large leaves in a dark corner of the store.

You wanted Misaki to come back and take him away from you, but undeterred by your unkindness behavior, the man continued.

“Yes, I thought about it, but she didn’t like red. She associated it with bad luck.”

He spoke, looking at other flowers, but you still somehow felt his gaze on you. It was as if he was trying to keep you within the corner of his eye so you wouldn’t escape him.

You didn’t know what they were associating with for her, but from now on for you, they were with his eyes. Red as fresh blood.

“Is it available in blue?”

You swallowed your saliva with difficulty and nodded insecurely, when his cat’s pupils landed on you again without even turning his head towards you. You weren’t even sure you heard him right - he hypnotized you like a snake.

He finally turned his head to you and closed his eyes gently. It seemed to shine its own light. “Where are they?”

“We don’t have them right now… It’s very hard to grow and maintain them.”

You finally managed to gather inside enough to speak up and come out smoothly from an unconscious lie.

The man’s smiling expression turned to disappointment when he frowned. He pulled out a small leather purse from his pocket and handed it to you. The coins inside clinked pleasantly with every shake.

“Well, if you ever manage to grow them, could you keep them for me?”

At the same time Misaki returned from the warehouse with colored ribbons and decorative paper.

He immediately drew all his attention to her as if he had never spoken to you and composed with her advice one lovely, little bouquet for his wife and one for his daughter.

When he finally left, he didn’t ask for a refund or tell you how to notify him when the job will be done.

You felt like you made a deal with the devil and that it was too late to withdraw.

So you did some more shopping after work. Your boss let you go home earlier seeing your fatigue written on your face (again) and thought you were sick.

By the time you returned home, the sun was already slowly sinking into the west, even though it was still early. The charms of the coming winter.

That’s when you ran into the Demon Slayer. Hashira. You’ve occasionally seen low-ranking slayers in the city passing through or staying to take a break there, but you’ve only seen Hashira twice.

Your first meeting wasn’t the most pleasant, and if you could, you’d erase it from your memory.

It was a few years ago, when you still had no idea of the importance of their uniforms and demons walking among humans as myths inserted between other fairy tales.

But one unlucky night, your… friend was turned into a demon.

Terrified and badly wounded, she escaped from her home where the attack took place, but soon after, she was transformed into these things. Driven probably by hunger and instinct, she ran to you - to the place, where she felt most safe and where she knew, she could get help.

In the middle of the night you suddenly heard a loud sound, waking you from a deep sleep. Rubbing your eyes, you weren’t sure what it was until you heard it again.

It sounded more like the roar of a wounded animal than the weeping of a woman - through the thin walls you could hear her heavy gasp and squeak, when she stood in front of your house.

Why didn’t she attack you right away? Was she out of strength? Did she sense anything else? Something stronger than her?

Or was she fighting with herself?

Are there any good demons?

With the only weapon you had (and it was a metal fire poker) you opened the shōji door. There you saw in the full moonlight your friend lying in a pool of blood, curling in pain.

Without thinking, you ran to help her. Your head was empty, all you could think about was your friend. Wounded.

You didn't even have time to kneel beside her when she suddenly threw herself at you knocking you over onto the mud. You tried to push her away with a metal tool, but it was like a new force came into her.

Her jaw snapped in your face, almost biting your nose off. Saliva dripped from her mouth and chin splashing you, but you barely felt it.

Nor did you feel the strong gust of wind blowing her hair and knocking her head off her neck.

Suddenly she froze and her head hit you before fell to the ground next to you. Still on the poker, you held the rest of her inert body, which became even heavier.

“Oi, move.”

He said in a cold tone as he hid the katana in the cover - the green sheen of its blade blinded you for a second.

"Oi, you can't hear what I'm saying to you!? Get out of here!"

He saw you open and close your mouth before you muttered something, still in shock, looking back at the stagnant corpse in front of you.

“You...ed her... Mur...”

"Hmm?" He asked without hearing what you said. He sounded harsh and cold, like what he did was just killing a worm. "What?"

“A murder! You kill, killed her! Mur–!”

You weren't allowed to finish because a stranger punched you in the jaw and you fell face down again into the dirt beneath you mixed with her blood. Then stranger tugged you by the shoulder, dragging you to stand on your knees to look at him.

The air between you, besides the stench of blood, was filled with the strong smell of smoke and decomposing flesh.

"She wasn't a human anymore," he began unconsciously squeezing you by the shoulder and other hand. He almost broke your arm. You tried to wrestle, but you were too weak. "It's a demon!"

"No! It was–"

"It doesn't matter what or who she was to you before," he interrupted you violently and shook you again.

It made you feel some of the shock go away, allowing you to focus more on the man and the environment. You saw he was covered with numerous ugly scars. He reminded you of the monster the old women of your village warned about.

"Demons don't feel love or empathy, they're monsters. Bloodthirsty beasts who only want to quench their hunger."

When he let you go, you fell back to your knees. In an instant, your safe picture of the world crumbled into a million tiny pieces.

Tears slowly flowed into your eyes, but before they blurred your vision, you saw her body crumbling into dust.

Was that true or nightmare?

With nothing more to do for you, the man left. You didn't even notice, when he walked away from you. He left you alone to mourn your friend.

Although that's what he let you do.

Crying loudly, you didn't know what to do. You tried to lift her head, but you couldn't. You were still scared and shaking. You felt an invisible hand clutching your heart and throat as if it were about to crush them.

But you were still alive.

And she was falling apart right in front of you.

When the moon looked out from behind the thick clouds, you saw wet, shiny marks on her crumbling cheeks.

Are there good demons?

And when the sun came out of the horizon, there was nothing left of her but her bloody clothes. The only proof of what happened here.

After what happened and the mourning you shared with her family at the funeral, where you buried only her clothes, you wanted to know more.

You found out who white-haired man is and more about demons, but you didn't become a Demon Slayer.

The first ones killed your friend, the second hurt.

Since then, you've been trying to live your normal life, and you've started asking yourself...

Are there good demons?

You shake your head trying to get back to the present. That was long time ago, and you've get over with it, even though the memories still haunt you.

"I've brought some new seeds, but we'll probably plant them in the spring." You turned to the girl standing behind you.

She smiled at you gently nodding her head. Her silver hair swayed with her movement, reflecting the light of fire.

She looked amazing.

- - -

Your joint meeting was interrupted by a sudden knock and a vigorous shout of your name through the door.

It was Tanjiro Kamado.

Surprised by his visit, you went outside the cabin so he wouldn't see your guest. The snow fell quietly beneath your feet. In the mountains, winter came faster, and in the higher areas it can last even the whole year.

"Hello, Kamado-kun" you greeted him. The frost pinched your face and a small cloud of steam came out of your mouth. "What brings you here?"

"Ohayō!" Younger boy bowed to you. His nose, cheeks, and ears were fiercely red despite wearing a shawl on his head. "I thought you might be running out of coal and I wanted to see how you were doing."

Sweeten by his kindness and sincerity, you thanked him for his efforts. You both lived on the same mountain, but your cabin was on the other side. To reach it, he had to go down to the village, and then walk for a long time along a path circling the mountain before he started climbing again.

The road wasn't hard, but it was a long one, which is why you preferred to buy coal from him when you were downstairs so as not to bother him.

If you were alone, you'd have offered him in and tea. Maybe even the overnight stay, so he wouldn't have to come home in the dark and in the morning you would have escorted him to the village before you went to work.

"Oh, thank you. I'll pay you right away..."

You were reaching for your belt looking for a purse of money when suddenly he asked.

"Do you have a visitor?"

"Um, yes." You've been spin around trying to count the coins, but you've had a hard time doing it without feeling your fingertips.

You figured he must have sensed Mukago. The red-haired boy, as long as you can remember, had a perfect sense of smell. You wondered what exactly he sensed.

"The same one you took care of when she was sick?"

You nodded and didn't stop counting.

"What's she like?"

He asked unexpectedly. He knew a lot of smells, including the smell of human sadness, sorrow, or joy, but this one was completely new to him, so he couldn't determine who your mystery guest was.

"Oh, she's..." You've been thinking about trying to decide which term might best fit Mukago.

To a man-eating demon, who likes to wait for you in your attic. A demon who likes to watch you work on flowers and ask a lot of questions about them. A demon who, when she thinks you're asleep, strokes your hair or cheek gently.

"She's cute."

The boy nodded understandingly, knowing you were completely sincere. Then he stood with you for a while, trying to give you back some of the coins you gave him extra for coming all the way to your house, and you watched him leave happy.

The sun was half hidden behind the horizon and he didn't have time to get home before dark, but you weren't afraid for him. As far as you know, demons are very territorial, and Mukago's presence should deter weaker demons.

You didn't even think of the possibility that there might be a demon more powerful than her nearby...

But you weren't supposed to find out until the next morning from the other villagers and see two survivors disappear among the massacred bodies.

But that's not until tomorrow. Today, blissfully unaware, you returned to the inside of your home and your guest stiffly seated at your low table.

You could tell right away that she was more dreamy looking at you with her slightly spread lips showing white fangs, dilated pupils and...

You weren't sure, but is that the blush on her cheeks? She didn't hear you talking to Tanjiro, did she?

Right?

[lgbtqromance]

和一个富家少爷去玩男妓的疯狂经历

有天爬山完毕，都很累，我们洗完桑拿，他建议去夜总会玩，我知道他经常去夜总会，便也想去看看。到了夜总会，经理对他非常殷勤，找了一个高档房间。但空荡荡的屋子里就我们两个人，他看着我笑，说，你今天好帅气，我没好气的说，有吗？后来他把脸凑到我跟前，问我，你玩过男人吗？我吃了一惊，但看到他很真诚，就知道他不知道我是同志，我说没有，他来兴趣了，说，我们今天就玩一次男人，我没答话，他说，好多有钱人男人女人都玩，喜欢刺激新鲜，我也想尝试一下，我随后说不会吧，他说，尝试一下，好不好，但千万别告诉我老婆，让他知道我就惨了。我说，这种事情我谁也不说，他过来搂我，说好哥们。

随后，一个妈咪进来了，后面带了20个都是185穿着西装非常帅气的男人，这种帅气，都是逼人的，都可以让你瞬间窒息的，他没好气的看了看，说，还有吗？妈咪马上回答，说这些还不错了，我朋友变声了，再次问，还有没有，妈咪马上明白了，说有，不过他们都不接男客，他们接得是女客，欧阳少云非常生气，说把他们喊过来。

后来带了15个男的，确实，这里的货色并非是一般人能够见到的，他们就那凌厉的眼神，就足以杀死任何一个嫖客，门外传来争吵声，我知道肯定是有个死活不愿意的，后来还是被妈咪拉进来了。带到了我们面前，这个男人，无论样貌，身高，气质都是顶尖的，他的微微一笑，可能会让很多男人嫉妒，杀死许多女人，欧阳少云问，多少钱，他沉思了一会，说，一万，朋友笑了笑，说两万都没问题。

随后告诉妈咪，让所有人脱掉衣服，整个屋子里的西装男，都脱光了衣服，赤裸裸的站在我们面前，各个都是精品，身材都很结实，非常魁梧，虎背熊腰，我咽了口口水，随后朋友又命令说，你们都把鸡吧搞硬吧，我想看看大小，随后每个人都非常卖力的去揉搓自己的鸡吧，因为他们也知道，这样的一次男客，足以比上接5个女人，况且那些女人都是老的丑的，肥的，欧阳挑了一个身高东北人，外行轮廓非常出众，阴茎巨大无比，粗的和胳膊一样，而我，就挑了刚才在门外吵闹的哪个。

其他人都退了，屋子里就剩下我们四个人，哪个吵闹的就阿虎，山东人，而这个东北人叫阿志，他们都当过兵，随后欧阳少云问，你们熟悉吗？阿志操了一本东北口音说，熟悉，是很好的朋友，欧阳冷笑了，然后看了看我，我想让你们两今天给我们表演看看，他说这话我感觉真有些变态，何况人家两个呢？我知道，富人是女人玩腻了，没意思了，这和你整天去吃KFC或西餐一样，听说香港的首富都玩过男人。

他们相互的看着对方，很不情愿，屋子里顿时寂静了起来，欧阳少云一声怒呵，说快点，然后他们两个笨拙的抱在一起，他们相互的抱着，我想笑，这个是做爱吗？傻子都知道不是，欧阳说，快点行动。随后，阿志蹲下来，面前是一个摇晃着琐大的阴茎，他猛得一口就吞没了整个龟头。

而此时的阿虎身体微微战抖，我能够感觉他得到了快感，很快，阿虎的阴茎直力起来，很雄伟，青筋暴露，他抚摩着阿志的头，暗示他继续，而此时的大阳巨，流出了清澈的黏液，“你们接吻给我看”。他们很快可以看出不愿意，其实直男宁可和其他男人做爱，但最不愿意去亲人家，这个让欧阳大为恼火，说你们过来，他们两乖乖就过来了。

欧阳180左右，而他们清一色的185，我在旁边呆呆的看着，欧阳猛得拽了一下阿虎的头，把他的嘴启开，随后吐了一口吐沫，很快也给阿志吐到了嘴里，随后他说，你们相互把我给你们吐的吸出来，如果换做常人，这种忍耐绝对到了极限，但这个是高级的夜总会，没有一点服务意识是进不来的，二是这些客人，都是非富及贵，不好惹，况且又有钱的刺激，如果这些人去当服务员，他一年都钱可能顶多2万，很快，他们把相互的舌头探进了对方的口里，吮吸着，抚摩着对方，这种状况下，欧阳笑了。

他们的身体摩擦和交融，让他们迅时得到了快感，他们非常大力的狂吻，好像非要把对方吸进自己的身体，舞台上两个英俊的男人表演着，舞台下两个观众，静静的观看，我能够感觉到欧阳喘息加剧，但我不能刻意去嘲笑他。随后，阿虎把阿志按倒，帮他吹，阿志的阳具迅速的勃起，这种巨大，可能让你登大眼球的巨大，你无法想像。

世间竟然又如此完美且硕大之物，阿志的腿微微?起，一个漂亮的菊花展现在我们面前，这种菊花，是没有经过其他男人开垦的，是光洁的，是乾淨的，是异常的紧，我想很多人都想得到他，包括我，欧阳马上起兴，过去一个手指伸像他的菊花，但这些永远都是徒劳，因为他后面太紧了，阿志马上感觉起来，微微的说了声，痛，这句话好像刺激了欧阳的快感，于是拿了一些润滑剂，涂抹在肛周，慢慢的划移，慢慢的试探性的攻入，时不时的他还抚摩一下阿虎那健美的身体，我咽了口口水，下体已经敲打了我的裤子无数次，我的大脑一直在充血，我在等待他什麽时候爆炸，我都快要按耐不住了。

很快，阿志的菊花慢慢的伸展开来，但很快的闭和，我知道阿誌已经没那麽疼痛，我知道好戏也即将上演，然后欧阳坐回到了座位上，又成为了一名观众，示意阿虎说，操他，阿虎拿了套子，坚硬的阴茎把套子鄙视的如此??小，撑得都快要爆了。

但此时欧阳快速跑过去，撤下套子，说，我要你亲身和他接触的操他，快点，阿虎?起阿志的双腿，沉了一会，很快猛得一下，将琐大的龟头顶了进去，啊一声，阿志大声叫到，我能够感觉到他整个身体冒汗，随后阿虎拔了出来，在肛周试探性的摩擦，尝试性的攻入，很快，龟头进去了，菊花迅速的包裹，然后继续弹进，5公分，10公分，20公分．．．随后整根全部没入，一个黑色的粗大阴茎，迅速的得到了满足，一个结实而高纵的臀，一个漂亮乾淨的菊花，已经得到了他第一位主人的来袭，这种是久违的快感，是不是来的太迟？还是太早。

开始，阿虎慢速的操着他，每次的进攻都得到了阿志的回应，这种回应是种快感，还是痛楚？阿虎快速的加快进度，大力的抽插，这种抽插，只有阴茎如此大的人才能做得到，整个屋子，拍拍的撞击声，一个男人的呻吟声，交织在一起，像一个雄伟的音律。并非常人能够演奏得了的，我看到了欧阳下体的迅速勃起，因为他的衣服是丝棉，拨起很明显就可以看出，把裤子撑得老高，他已经沉醉其中了。

阿虎一边操阿志，阿志微微张开双唇，示意其阿虎舌头的进攻，这样，上身下身，都得到了阿虎疯狂的攻击，但很快，让我们吃惊的动作，阿虎猛然抱起了阿志把他按在牆上���操了起来，我看到背部的阿虎，三角肌发达，肩宽腰细，屁股结实丰满，中间的菊花被毛掩盖着，他正在专心的操着别人，屁股来回摆动着，组织着每次的壮丽的进攻。

随后，阿虎把阿志摆放着我们面前的桌子上，大力的操他，此时的阿志，在静静得享受着这个好朋友但目前却是他男人带来的巨大快感，他的阴茎已经勃起，我知道他兴奋了，啊，一声叫喊，阿虎射了，他的身体宽幅摆动，能够感觉到他的强烈射精，但持续时间很长，很快，阿志也加快了打飞机的速度，噢，一声呻吟，精液强力喷出，射到了面前的欧阳身上。

欧阳脱下了衣服，露出了久违的身材，健康，活力，胸部腹部有毛，但非常性感，符合他的身体，更显得高贵，欧阳脱掉裤子，下体被裤子摩擦的胀红，随后，他按着啊志的头，给他口交，而此时的阿虎，也向我走来，解开我的皮带，腿下我的所有衣服。

这时候的我，内心欢喜和紧张，正当自己迟疑的时候，阿虎已经把我的阴茎吞没了半个，我的下体迅速的膨胀起来，他细心周到的套弄着，他一边摸我的乳头，一边给我口交，而旁边的欧阳少云，手指指了下阴茎，示意让阿志坐上去，很快，一个菊花慢慢的，把一个锁大的黑色阴茎迅速吞没，只留下了粗壮的根茎，随后阿志很快的上下活塞运动起来，而欧阳少云，如恶狼般的眼神，看着阿志，希望他能够快速。

随后，我一把将阿虎推到旁边的桌子上，?起他的双腿，一个美丽漂亮的菊花展现在我的面前，这朵菊花，是一个健康而充满活力的男人的，一个刚日过自己好朋友的男人的，它乾淨光滑，一丝不染，和周边的健康皮肤一样。

他静静的看着我，而着我的来进攻，而此时，我握着他的手，划过他的胸肌和腹肌，随后在他的菊花周边慢慢摩擦，随后，我使劲按他的手指，他的手指迅速的就挺进了他那紧闭的菊花，他啊的一声，整个身体发憷，有些疼痛，但我内心却一丝快意，毕竟，谁的钱都来的不容易嘛，我不能便宜了你，随后我将我的手指也迅速插入，他又一声大叫，我知道我已经超越了他的极限，随后拉出他的手指，塞进我的嘴里，他的菊花很乾淨，毫无异味。

我的这个动作，让他得到了应有的尊重，他的下体竟然迅速的膨胀起来，随后，我的手指在他的后面套弄着，然后抚摩他的结实而有力的身体，他的块头很大，但很匀称，肌肉饱满又充满弹性，随后他?起他的双腿，舌头探入了他那朵菊花，他恩恩的一叫，我知道我这个动作他喜欢，我掰开他的双臀，粉嫩的菊花深处，粉红而含苞待放，强壮而结实的身体，和这个粉嫩的菊花形成了强烈对比，前者是那麽强大??，而后者却又是如此的弱小。

随后，我将鸡吧放在他的菊花周边摩擦，此时的阿虎却冷静的看着我，我猛力一顶，迅速的探入了他的体内深处，啊，他大力叫到，强壮的手臂使劲的捏着我，整个人在颤抖，我知道他很疼，浑身顿时满是汗珠。

此时的我，有中强烈的征服感，我知道我得到了这个男人，此时，我的阴茎已经开始慢慢的抽查起来，而他的菊花，时刻和我的巨大的阴茎对抗着，我每次一次的快速进攻，都得到了他有力的回击，相互之间的快速摩擦，让我的身体迅速膨胀起来，而下体也把他的菊花撑得老大，他能够感觉到他身体已经发热，时而发出恩啊的叫声，来对我每次抽插的会应，我继续?高他的双腿，一边和他接吻，一边大力的操他，他慢慢的配合我，抚摩我的身体，手臂，腰，臀部，这些都让我兴奋，因为他希望我能够将我的体液给他，我快速而大力的操他，他恩啊恩啊的叫着，很快，快感迅速的传递到我的大脑，我射精了，将慾望的种子喷射到他的体内，我是他第一个男人。

此时的欧阳少云，已经搂着阿志，可以看到阿志的菊花后面，流出了白色的液体，我知道欧阳少云已经射了，他迷离的看着阿虎，这个让男人都汗颜的男人，他招手让他过去，随后他推开阿志，他示意阿虎跪下，然后给他口交，随后，他微微的?起双腿，把阿虎的头埋在他的臀中间，然后闭上双眼，让阿虎舔他的菊花。

他体毛很重，菊花后面也好多，必须拨开那浓重的体毛，才能看到他久违的菊花，这个菊花，是一个富贵公子的，是花多少钱都得不到的，何况他是那麽的英俊，阿虎舌头每一次的强力进入，都能够感觉到欧阳少云的快感浮现在脸上。这个让阿虎有些兴奋，我在想，此时的他是不是也想得到这个富家少爷呢？

果不其然，阿虎带上了套子，在欧阳少云的肛周摩擦着，划移着，我知道他的想法，他不能贸然前进，他要得到这个菊花的主人许可，很快，欧阳睁开双眼，没有反抗，但说明了是默许，但他迅速拔掉了阿虎的套子，这个如此巨大的粗壮黑阴茎，竟然迅速猛然一挺，龟头迅速的没入了这个贵少爷的菊花。

啊，欧阳一声残叫，但此时的阿虎已经把整个阴茎都塞了进去，并且大力的抽插，我想他这个是不是报復，但很快，欧阳少云的鸡吧竟然硬了起来，阿虎每一次的大力进攻，他的鸡吧也来回摆动，我在静静的欣赏这美丽而雄伟的场景。

老哥，过来，欧阳少云喊我，我心理兴奋极了，是他喊我吗？确实，我走了过去，他一口竟然把我的阴茎吞没，已经到了他的喉咙深处，然后给我大力的口交，爽啊，而此时的阿虎，竟然快速的射精了。

哥，你操我，不会吧，我听错了吧，我想是没错，人在兴奋的时候，都可能忘记爹娘，我想他这个时候已经忘记了什麽，更不在乎朋友什麽的了，我随即?高他的双腿，刚才阿虎的精液已经从他的后面的菊花涣涣流出，而他的菊花一张一合，我随即大力一挺，进去了，这个和我好了两年，以兄弟相成的富家公子，一个孩子的父亲，竟然包裹着我的阳具，我成了他的男人。

随后我把他放到桌子上，阿志给他添乳头，阿虎给他口交，而我大力的操他，很快，他啊一声，使劲的按着阿虎的头，整个身体煽动，我知道他射精了，他将精液射入了阿虎的口腔深处，而阿虎也配合的喝了下去，此时的我也非常兴奋，快速的抽动，很快，喷射到他的身体里。

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【HP BLUE BEETLE 】My blue in the noche nevada【6】

深夜，斯莱特林的公共休息室

海梅倚靠在崔西怀里，对方正亲密的玩弄着他的小胡子

圆环沙发下是玻璃地板，绿色的水族箱发出莹莹光芒，即是装修华丽的休息室里唯一的光源巨大的乌贼从脚底游过，单眼注视着这对在午夜偷情的爱侣

崔西是个聪明机灵的侦探，她仅凭自己就摸索出了这座城堡里的不少暗道

“love”崔西轻呼道:“时候不早了，你该回去了”

海梅轻叹一声

“我知道，还记得你上次说你要在寒假换换胃口的事吗？”

“我确实也很喜欢双重约会的计划，但……”

海梅回想起前天发生的事

他们遇到了罗丝，比起上次看见劫掠者，她的精神状态看起来稳定多了

罗丝愉悦地叫走了埃德，说让他陪自己去看看新的健身房

他们聊的投机的样子可不像什么热恋中的情侣“现在他们成最好的朋友了”

jaime注视着Eddie离开，他是有一点难过的

维吉尔看着疑惑的海梅，告诉了他一件事洛蕾娜在和Eddie约会。而罗丝，埃德没有说谎，他们确实没成。但是关系变好了很多。

洛蕾娜说她只是想和维吉尔当朋友罢了，维吉尔对此并不在意并邀请洛蕾娜到加州来拜访他，毕竟洛蕾娜想做什么都是她自己的事

而真正令他担忧的是海梅，他觉得蓝虫子恋爱之后，有些失去自我

维吉尔曾经见到过在崔西把海梅从一场考试事故救出来之后，独自一人在更衣室角落里静坐他明白原因，海梅是个泰坦，那场事故明明是他要付的责任，最后却是靠崔西解决。这让他觉得自己没有付起男友和团员的责任，却没有意识到有些时候有些事情是自己无能为力的

这加重了他一直以来的自卑和中庸感

他总是自嘲说自己只不过是个无能普通人，走到今天全靠运气。但他的好友们明白海梅是一个有很多优点的好人，只是他意识不到且沉浸在患失患得中

海梅看着他离去的背影，说不清什么感受，最后只是落寞地看着他的朋友们渐行渐远

“让我猜猜，小恶魔不喜欢我？”

海梅枕在崔西膝上，任由她像揉小猫一样rua他

他回想起维吉尔说的话

“其实比起你有女友，我认为埃德和我，对……我们不喜欢她是因为她抢走你太多注意力了”

维吉尔只是没有说出来。

他并不是讨厌崔西，而是不敢说他担心的原因是海梅自身的问题。于是只能假装责怪崔西太强硬，如果海梅继续这样自卑且依赖崔西的话，结果不会好的。

不管怎样他都想让海梅认识到这个问题，至少是要有危机感紧张起来

除此之外他很抱歉，他也不知道该怎么办才好

“yes……”

崔西没有生气的样子，她只是若有所思地看向别处，然后温和地笑了笑

“我知道了……”

“晚安，love”

她低头吻了吻海梅的额头

第二天，埃德一看见海梅就冲向他

“虫屁屁屁屁股——”

“你女友是圣母，圣母Thirteen，感谢圣母———”

他的态度来了个180°大转变

就差一个滑跪了

海梅的女友是怎么做到的呢？海梅沉思了一下

哦！因为崔西会魔法啊！这就解释了！

(后来他得知是因为崔西花钱给埃德买了一堆电子游戏，埃德马上对她没意见了)

事情终于变好起来，13突然变成了红恶魔的女巫教母，蓝甲虫对此高兴不已

唯一悲伤的事情是维吉尔离开了他们，在一个没有告别的清晨

为了摆脱严肃紧张的气氛，他们决定在休息日那天去霍格沃兹村的郊外进行一次野餐约会约会那天，崔西带了很多冷食，里面大多数都是海鲜

这让来自水行家族的洛蕾娜不太高兴，她对正在和海梅调情的崔西清一下嗓子。

崔西顿了一下，手慢慢地从jaime的腰上放下来。然后慢慢的笑着转头过来，眼睛却死死的盯着洛蕾娜，接着礼貌的开口

“我看见你没有动我带的食物，不喜欢海鲜吗？”

洛蕾娜摆着手，面无表情地回答

“哦，因为我是“水行”少女”洛蕾娜说道，尽力听起来不那么不满，丝毫不躲避崔西的眼神抓捕，特别重读了“水行”

“我想你应该明白它们已经死了对吧？”

“没看出来啊，你还能听见它们说话啊？”Traci笑的更灿烂了。

“真神奇~”

水行家族的特殊能力之一就是可以和水生生物对话并驱使它们

崔西一只手托腮，侧头，微笑着看着面色铁青的洛蕾娜，像在观赏一只被自己玩弄过的海豹

海梅一边吃一边看着努力��持优雅的女友，他隐隐意识到崔西这是在警告洛蕾娜，因为在那天在魁地奇球场上她当着崔西面和海梅走的很近。再详细一点说，是把腿直接放到他膝盖上了，需要再说的明白一点吗？

而作为一位侦探，崔西自然能察觉到海梅对她发出的“求救信号”，洛蕾娜做的太暧昧了。更别提她的脚伸到了Traci的右腿上。她努力地试着看比赛情况，jaime努力地喝他的南瓜汁。哦，因为这个女人是Eddie带来的，Eddie他妈的到底飞哪去了。

“谁能想到观众席的座位这么小啊，人真多不是吗？”Traci笑着对男友说到“非常狭窄，对”jaime一边喝他的南瓜汁一边保证自己的目光不离开Traci。

然后，洛蕾娜的嘴对着jaime的耳朵吹了一口气，这发生了。

“Depende de cómo lo uses”

这取决于你如何使用它

jaime把满嘴的南瓜汁都喷到了前面的人的头上

靠，他听出来那是什么意思了，对。

Traci不懂西班牙语，但她明白这是什么意思。

维吉尔是对的，水行少女或许是个好泰坦，但她有时候很任性，太过生硬冷静的态度则使的她看来更加冷漠别扭。直接说了，她就是个被严重利用的贱女孩。(没有喜欢blue13会在看了TTv3 72期后不高血压吧？

不行，jaime看不懂女人打架，插嘴和做反应也不是他该做的。像个奖品一样被雌竞？这什么剧情啊太狗血了吧？！他只能继续喝他的南瓜汁。

他悄悄地靠近同样满嘴食物的埃德说道

“我真高兴你能来兄弟，真的”

“我也是，很高兴你带我过来”

然后Traci和洛蕾娜再说了些什么，他们两个好兄弟一点没听。只是吃着食物，看那个好吃分享给对方。

“这个好吃给你来一口”

“这个也好吃给你也来一口”

“她身上有些我不喜欢的东西”

在回去的路上，洛蕾娜瞪着一脸幸福挽着海梅的崔西如此说道

“她吗？我本来也不喜欢她，直到她给我买了一堆电子游戏”

埃德尴尬地笑着回答，手里拿着崔西刚刚送他的秘鲁进口烟雾弹。13真的很有钱。

说真的，如果接受了jaime有女友这个事实，其实也没什么要讨厌Traci的必要了，Eddie在心里想。他挽着洛蕾娜，但看见她专注于前面的那对情侣，干脆也放弃了对他的约会对象保持兴趣，转而看向旁边的那些看起来单身的女孩。

“这个夜晚不能再美好了”崔西开心的对海梅说道，海梅一边喝水一边回答

“你开心就好亲爱的，我今晚真的很高兴——”

他话还未说完一股冰锥便刺穿他，海梅觉得眼前一黑，他还没有意识到自己看到了什么，他感觉手上一僵，水瓶变成了冰块

仿佛所有的快乐都被吸走了

他听见一声分辨不了的尖叫，崔西挽着他的手臂被寒风抽走了……

“卡基达！”

『呼神护卫』

【摄魂怪】

卡基达冰冷的琥珀眼睛打量周围混乱的一切，他站起来，被撕裂的围巾掉到地上，他不紧不慢的捡起地上掉落的魔杖，毫无畏惧

也许是因为脱离了人身���，他觉得被称作【人心】的那一部分已经淡化了，摄魂怪对他的影响并不大

黑影们围绕着这位怪异之客，像是在做一种舞蹈，溃烂腐朽的手数数伸向他，却又因惊疑重新溶回黑暗中

渐渐的，它们似乎无法分清这位是它们的猎物亦或是同类了

卡基达静立在这些可怖的生物中，毫无动作

崔西被这些突然出现的摄魂怪勾起了最糟糕的记忆，昏迷中在地上抽搐着身子小声抽泣着

“妈妈…”

海梅早该意识到，她能看见夜骐是因为在幼年目睹了母亲的死亡

至于其他人，埃德正不省人事地躺倒在他脚边，嘴里细微的声音像是是恶魔的低语。

洛蕾娜和其他巫师在中招前试着发射咒语，却因摄魂怪太多而脱力倒地，像埃德一样发出虚弱的嘘语

“卡基……”

海梅的声音回响在脑海中

卡基达终于有了动作，他跨过埃德，走向昏迷不醒的洛蕾娜

低身将魔杖轻轻扣在她的太阳穴上，从里面拉出一股银色的长丝绸状物

海少女一阵抽搐，不适的呻吟着，但卡基达冷酷地继续

摄魂怪立刻发出阵阵嘶吼，卡基达不予理会他又走向其他人……

银丝汇集在杖尖，变成一个蓝色的光球，发出闪耀的光芒

摄魂怪纷纷怪叫着冲向他

卡基达将魔杖举起，对准袭来的黑潮

【呼神护卫】

『前夜』

海梅从睡梦中睁眼，他先是看见埃德的淡红长发，再是他英俊的脸

他们已经上五年级了，成为了大孩子

再过几天就是埃德的16岁生日

“嘿，虫屁股”

他轻声说道

“准备好了吗，我们今晚就去湖对岸”

他答应过要和他离开

因为

雪夜将至

他要成年了

(未完待续)TBC……

[ari0921]

「宮崎正弘の国際情勢解題」　

令和五年（２０２３）１２月１０日（日曜日）

　　　　通巻第８０４３号

ＥＵは「生成ＡＩ」と「汎用ＡＩ」を問わず包括規制をかける

　　　ペンタゴンはＡＩ軍事ロボット開発を急ぎ始めた

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　「生成ＡＩ」なるもの。たとえば大量のデータを持つAIが文章や画像を自動作成する。

「オープンAI」社が開発した対話型ＡＩ「チャットＧＰＴ」が魁となって製造業もソフト企業も、省力化への期待から活用が急速に広がった。

しかし巧妙な画像操作、フェイク情報の拡散や個人情報の漏えいといったリスクを伴なって、社会問題となった。たとえば大學では論文審査にチャットＧＰＴを利用した作文ではないかを嘘発見器のように探索する機械を導入した。ある新人小説賞応募では、例年の二十倍の応募があり、殆どがチャットＧＰＴ利用の人工的作文とわかって小説賞の募集を中止した。ブラジルでは条文改正案をチャットＧＰＴで作成し、議会は多数で承認するという事態に発展した。

このまま突っ走るとどうなるのか？

「オープンAI」のサム・アルトマンＣＥＯは議会証言で、「規制が必要だ」としていた。２３年５月に広島で開催された先進７カ国（Ｇ７）は、ＡＩの国際ルールを取りまとめることで合意した。ＡＩが人間を超える危機（２０４５　シンギュラリティ）が叫ばれて、多くの学者や知識人が警鐘を乱打してきた。

　１２月９日にＥＵが発表した規制案では、『汎用ＡＩ』の範囲にある政治的、宗教的、哲学的信念、性的指向、人種を推測するための顔認証システムや潜在意識を刺激するサブリミナル技術を組み入れたＡＩは認めない原則を打ち出した。

２０２６年から実施予定で、生体認証システムの使用も制限し、拉致、人身売買、性的搾取事件の被害者の的を絞った捜索や、特定の現在のテロの脅威の防止には例外が設けられる。違反者には５０億円程度の罰金か年間売り上げの７％の制裁金が課せられる。

　

　一方、米国と中国では軍事ロボットの開発が迅速に進捗している。

　高性能の軍事ロボットに関して米国は研究開発から実験段階へと歩を進めている。高性能のＡＩを搭載した自律型兵器システム（ドローン艦艇、航空機、戦車運用）の開発をめぐる論争が際立つようになった。争点のひとつは、「生成 AI」システムで使用される「大規模言語モデル」の信頼性をめぐる見解の対立である。

▼中枢の技術は半導体である。

　高度AI の活用に関して米国では国務省と国防総省は、「責任ある方法で行われる限り、人工知能は将来の兵器システムの運用に使用できるし、使用すべきである。米国は技術の進歩に関係なく、（軍事によるAIの）責任ある開発と使用を可能にするために必要な政策を導入し、技術的能力を構築する」としている。

　専門家の意見では、「生と死の決定がもはや人間によって行われるのではなく、事前にプログラムされたアルゴリズムに基づいて行われるとなれば、倫理的問題を引き起こすだろう。自律型兵器が惹起する課題と懸念が明らかに存在する。したがって法的、技術的、人道的、倫理的な観点から、また武力行使における人間の役割に規制が必要である」とする。

　ペンタゴンはAI搭載の自律兵器システムの開発と配備を進めている。多数の自律型兵器を配備し、「質」と「量」の双方で、中国の優位性を克服する準備をしなければならないと考えているからだ。

　もう一つ、というより最大の懸念がある。

　技術情報、ノウハウの漏洩である。産業スパイが高度化し最新の機密をハッカー攻撃やエンジニアへのカネと女の罠をしかけ盗用するのだ。

　米軍輸送機Ｃ１７に米国は５０００億円の開発費を投じた。中国はその機密をハッカー攻撃で盗んだ。コストは米国の一万分の一だった。中国空軍ジェット戦闘機「殲２１」は米軍機Ｆ２２の、「殲３１」はＦ３５の機密を盗んだとされる。

　またノウハウの漏洩がある。台湾から中国への渡り鳥エンジニアたちがいる。

『ウォールストリートジャーナル』が「半導体の魔術師」と名付けた梁孟松は米国大学留学後、現地のＩＴ工場で働き、ＴＳＭＣで腕を発揮した。梁がＴＳＭＣに在籍したのは１９９２年か２００９年までで、この間に身につけたノウハウをもって大陸へ渡り、ＳＭＩＣで１４ナノ半導体製造に成功したといわれる。現実にファーウェイの新型スマホ「Ｍａｔｅ６０　ＰＲＯ」にはＳＭＩＣが自製したとされる半導体が使われていた。

　安全保障上、由々しき問題として関係者が激怒した。米国は、米国籍のエンジニアが中国ではたらくことを禁止している。

　台湾は押っ取り刀で法改正に乗り出した。まずＮＳＴＣ（国家科学及技術委員会）はノウハウならびに半導体材料を含む２２の禁止リストを公表した。違反には罰金と５年以上の禁固刑が課せられる。

　ならば梁孟松を台湾は「裏切り者」として如何に裁くのか？　梁は中国に永住するつもりなのであり、台湾の司法権が及ばない。

　▼倫理、モラル、そして霊性が問題になる。

かくして倫理、モラル、そして霊性が問題になる。

　２０２３数学賞を受賞した丘成桐教授は１２月８日開催の授賞式（香港）で「ＡＩは人間の創造的精神にはなれない」と明言した。岡潔もきっと同じことを言っただろう。

　つまり「生成ＡＩ」は「霊性ＡＩ」になることはない。神の意志はそこにはない、と世界的な数学者が示唆した。

　世界の破滅を描いた三島由紀夫の『美しい星』に次の箴言的比喩があることを思い出した（新潮文庫版より）

　「冷戦と世界不安、まやかしの平和主義、すばらしい速度で愚昧ととう安への坂道を滑り落ちてゆく人々、にせものの経済的繁栄、狂おしい享楽感、世界政治の指導者たちの女のような虚栄心。。。こういうもの総ては、仕方なく手に委ねられた薔薇の花束の棘のように」

　主人公は宇宙から飛来した円盤を目撃している。

　「円盤が目に見えていたあいだの数秒間に、彼の心を充たしていた至福の感じを反芻した。それはまぎれもなく、ばらばらな世界が瞬時にして医やされて、澄明な諧和と統一感に達したと感じることのできる至福であった。天の糊が忽ちにして砕かれた断片をつなぎあわせ、世界はふたたび水晶の円球のような無疵の平和に身を休めていた。人々の心は通じ合い争いは熄み、すべてがあの瀕死の息づかいから、整ったやすらかな呼吸に戻った」

　「平和は自由と同様に、われわれ宇宙人の海から漁られた魚であって、地球へ陸揚げされると忽ち腐る。平和の地球的本質であるこの腐敗の足の速さ、これが彼らの不満の種で、彼らがしきりに願っている平和は新鮮な瞬間的な平和か、金属のように普及の恒久平和かのいずれかで、中間的なだらだらした平和は、みんな贋物くさい匂いがする」

[yomorenzoku]

No Mysta November

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30天迴圈故事(((o(*ﾟ▽ﾟ*)o)))

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偵探困惑地看著滿地的彩帶與腳印，追隨足跡找到提著紙袋的狐狸。紙袋破裂，橘子滾到裝著人與橘子汁的玻璃杯旁。拿著水果刀的人將橘子切片放入，玻璃杯內外正互道乾杯。

廚師看著水果刀上剩餘的橘子切片，做成好吃的巧克力橘片剛剛好。至於巧克力橘片味道如何？⋯⋯還是先關心一下被炸的廚房吧。打開廚房，廚師的助手燒焦了，而罪魁禍首竟是某某家的龍女僕，她正在幫肌肉精靈尋找回到異界的入口。助手突然開門，龍女僕嚇一跳，不小心噴火燒著了助手。

為了補償，肌肉精靈賦予他「舉重長貓玩偶就可以練出肌肉」的能力，然而比起舉重，助手更喜歡只穿一件帽T，舒服地躺在充滿玩偶的床鋪放鬆。你說白兔玩偶跟助手大腿有點眼熟？你可能在助手上一份打工(兔女郎)看過他吧！

兔女郎的白兔玩偶由化學品混合的白色黴菌組成，是助手的朋友科學家送給他的。除了製造黴菌白兔，科學家也喜歡製造黴菌音符。黴菌音符喜歡待在有人唱歌的地方，尤其是有人在唱Jazz on the Clock的地方。即使是夢到這首歌，黴菌音符也會跑進夢中，讓人長睡不起。除非在家裡辦個派對，否則患者是不會醒來的。

這天，患者的家屬請來派對籌備人員，團長一進門就對他們說「KONINNIT！」團員邊表演邊進門，一顆球就先滾了進來，是最擅長驅趕黴菌音符的派對小丑。家屬是著名的實況主，以不會玩遊戲而禿頂聞名。家屬聽完團長的開解放心了不少，並起身替他們泡咖啡，一不小心絆到小丑的表演球。豆子汁在空中滑出漂亮的拋物線，往團長撒去。

團長驚恐地看著滾燙的豆子湯，喊了一句「WTF」腦內開始閃現走馬燈。小時候的團長以為自己有靈異體質，總是遇到奇奇怪怪的事。直到那天，團長喊著一樣的「WTF」，打下了一隻送信的貓頭鷹，沒想到竟然是霍格華茲的入學通知。分類帽讓他進了赫夫帕夫，度過快樂的求學時光。

雖然施展護法咒得心應手，但是筆試卻沒考上正氣師。找不到工作的團長只能處理科學家引起的黴菌音符，偶爾還接點照顧哄睡小孩的工作。小孩有一隻可愛水豚玩偶，讓團長接了一份動物園的打工。走馬燈結束，豆子湯並沒有潑在他身上，於是團長繼續繁忙的打工生活。

第三份打工是擔任動物園水豚的工讀生，泡溫泉的太好了，舒服到快要融化在水中。第四份打工是跟拍委託人的老公，為了配合工作需求，換了一身比較潮的衣服，假裝買完東西在等車，順便拍花發發廢文的小年輕，為了不被發現還常常躲在樹叢中，把鴿子當作掩護。

下一份打工是幫麵包店招攬生意，那群鴿子把他當成食物啄食，讓他相當困擾。結束一天的打工，一片楓葉落下，他才發覺秋天的到來。像個小孩，開心地撲進落葉堆中。

團長開始一場說走就走的旅程，行李牌還是那天的落葉。他欣賞著滿天星空，拿著手機想要拍照留念。一顆流星滑過天際，根本來不及許願。團長認出了天空中唯一知道的星座一一狐狸座。一顆流星只是開始，接著下起了流星雨。

然而那只是流星嗎？流星在某處落地，白色的生物從凹洞爬出，他們手拿著彩砲，似乎要趕往某個地方。他們拉響彩砲正在彩排，沒想到放假的某人已經到了門口。他們慌忙躲起來，某人打開家門，困惑地看著滿地的彩帶。白色的生物，也可以稱作小錯誤，一起拉響彩砲，歡迎休息一個月的Mysta Rias回歸。

隔天，調查流星坑洞的偵探困惑地看著滿地的彩帶與腳印，追隨足跡找到提著紙袋的狐狸。紙袋破裂，橘子滾到裝著人與橘子汁的玻璃杯旁。拿著水果刀的人將橘子切片放入，玻璃杯內外正互道乾杯。廚師看著水果刀上剩餘的橘子切片，做成好吃的巧克力橘片剛剛好。

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我：連起來看真的蠻壯觀的

朋友：自己誇自己(　′∀`)σ≡σ☆))Д′)

[thedepartmentofdiscoveries]

From Asian History Junkie on Facebook:

(Japan) This is a photo of an Oiran, a class of high ranking courtesan in Japanese history. The services of the Oiran were well known for being exclusive and expensive, with Oiran typically only entertaining the upper classes of society, gaining the nickname 'Keisei' (lit. 'castle toppler') for their perceived ability to steal the hearts and match the wits of upper-class men. Oiran fee were extremely expensive (more than a shop assistant’s yearly wage, per night). In some ways, Oirans were also a more “prestigious” and “exclusive” group than Geishas. They were extremely beautiful and ornate, out-of-reach, and over time their interaction with clients became very ritualized. Oiran fashion was extremely ornate (and became moreso over time), their speech retained old court standards.

Outside of Japan, many people confuse Oirans with Geishas (however both are very different).

"Oiran vs Geisha (Prostitute vs. Artist)

During the Edo Period, there were courtesans working arm-in-arm with geisha at the same entertainment districts. They were called Tayū (太夫) and Oiran (花魁). Tayu was the high-ranked courtesans, dressed in amazingly flashy kimonos and wearing heavy hairstyles.

They also used to practice art, so customers paid a lot of money to meet them. Oiran is a term for courtesans in general. The oiran profession vanished around the Edo period, as the geisha profession (not providing any sexual service) became more successful and profitable. During the Edo period, it was more fashionable to please the mind with art, rather than the body with mundane activities. Prostitution was later banned by Japanese law and it marked the definite end of the oiran profession.

Geisha and Oiran look completely different. Unlike the oiran, It is significantly time-consuming for a geisha to put on and take off her clothes.

① Geisha tie their sash (Obi) in the back. The courtesans tie their sash in front

② Geisha only have 1 simple comb. Courtesans have so many turtle-shell hairpins

③ Geisha has a simple hairstyle. Courtesans have a different hairstyle with a half-split in the middle

④ Geisha paint both lips. Courtesans color only the lower lip throughout the whole career

⑤ Geisha wear simple kimonos. Courtesans wear Uchikake coat

⑥ Geisha wear white socks. Courtesans wear no socks

⑦ Geisha has a simple white collar. Courtesans have a twisted collar

⑧ Geisha wear simple sandals. Courtesans wear tall black-lacquered tooth-geta

By the time that the geisha profession became recognized by the government in the 17th century there already existed other professions who worked in the same hanamachi that they did. These include kabuki actors, rakugo performers, and various ranks of prostitutes. The most common type of prostitutes was known as Yūjo (遊女), which means “Woman to Play With,” who would line up on verandas each night to be chosen by customers.

In contrast, the highest-ranking of them, who were the true courtesans, were the Oiran (花魁) and the Tayū (太夫). Oiran, which means “First Flower,” were found throughout the country and were at the top of the hanamachi pecking order.

They wore extremely gaudy kimono in multiple layers as a testament to their status, with the most popular and wealthy five layers or more, each with the most splendid embroidery and decoration that money could buy. When they traveled from their place of residence to the place where they’d meet with their customers they’d hold glamorous parades known as Dochū (道中). The oiran would walk in tall sandals that were 30 centimeters/12 inches or higher in a fashion called the Figure Eight movement, in which she would swing one foot out and around in a figure-eight motion with each step. This meant that she did not walk very fast, but the point was to show off her wealth, which she also did with the presence of her entourage of retainers, maids, and apprentices."

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导游彼得——夏威夷之行（二）

第二天早上，邮轮安稳的停靠在檀香山国际码头，迎接我们的是一个艳阳高照的檀香山。从悉尼到檀香山，邮轮载着我们走走停停，跨越大半个南太平洋，二十天的航程终于划上一个圆满的句号。

下了船，我们随着蜂涌而出的人潮来到旅客大厅，首先印入眼帘的是身穿艳丽民族服装的夏威夷姑娘，她们头戴花冠，身穿花裙，笑意盈盈站成一排，一边弹着吉它，一边唱着抒情的夏威夷骊歌《珍重再见》(Lloha 'Oe），这让初次踏上这块土地的我们有一种回到了家的温暖。

走出大厅，一阵热浪迎面扑来，有点让人猝不及防，看来夏威夷的夏日太热情似火了。外面的马路上到处停满了接送旅客的私家车、计程车、大、小旅游巴士。我们在外面转了一圈，受不了热浪又退回到了大厅，写大家一起商量如何去酒店。我们一行共八人，可以分坐二辆出租车，可问题是现在才早上八点，我们订的酒店房间要到下午三点才能入住，中间有七个小时的时间差，这么一大早去酒店显然不合适。这时我们中的一位重庆朋友出了个主意，何不就地找一家旅行社，安排一个半日游，游玩结束，顺路送我们去酒店，正好与入住的时间相衔接，这真是一举三得（省时、省出租车费、省寄放行李的麻烦）的高招。

想法很不错，但要临时找一家旅行社并非易事，接洽了几家都说需要事先预定，他们众口一词的说词是这几千号游客一起下船，现在最紧缺的就是车辆和导游，哪还有什么剩余的资源给你们加塞。还好凭借我们几个人的软磨硬泡，总算说动了一名女职员，并借用她的手机，与她的老板约翰（John）交涉了好一阵子，最后约翰答应派给我们一辆小巴士，司机兼导游的名字叫彼得(Peter)。

旅行社先临时调一辆巴士把我们送到檀香山市中心，并约定三十分钟后在卡美哈美哈国王雕像（King Kamehameha l Statue）与彼得汇合。我们也趁这段空隙时间，在附近的皇宫、州议会大厦和教堂等走走逛逛，拍照留影。

彼得来的还真准时。他身材魁梧，皮肤黝黑，理一个平顶头，戴一副墨镜、身穿黑色的T恤衫、黑色的短裤、一双黑色的运动鞋，从上到下一身黑色系列，看上去犹如一尊黑色火山岩雕刻出来的石像。他一见到我们，便喜形于色的挥手致意，还煞有介事同我们一一握手，然后又手脚麻利地把我们的行李搬上了车。他一边搬，一边不停的抱怨说：＂约翰真不够意思，休息日还硬拽着我来开车。＂。

我说：＂你老板约翰会多付给你工钱的。＂

他一听这话，嘴角顿时露出不屑的样子，说：＂他才不会这样呢。＂然后压低声音说：＂他是个守财奴，你不知道他对自己的孩子也十分吝啬。＂

我哈哈一笑，说：＂看得出来你比你老板更够意思。＂紧接着大家你一言，我一语的给他猛灌一阵＂迷魂汤＂，彼得听了很受用，笑的乐不可支。

开车之前，彼得先开诚布公的告诉我们，他除了爱开车，剩下就是爱跟人聊天，所以英语说的溜的人坐在前排，好让他开车解闷。他还说，他非常喜欢这份导游工作，工作能满足他所有的爱好。看他那乐呵呵的样子，真叫人羡慕不已，人生难得有这么两全齐美的好事。

小巴一上路，彼得的话匣子就打开了。他先狠狠地调侃了他的老板约翰一番，然后再自我介绍说，他当过兵，在日本和韩国都驻扎过。退役后，结婚生子，目前有二个孩子，但都离开夏威夷去美国本土上大学。孩子不在身边，没有了牵拌，彼得的生活更加自由快乐。说完了他自己，他连忙转移了话题，开始进入他的导游角色。他看到什么就跟我们聊什么，眼前一幢幢漂亮的公寓，他会聊日本人、中国人在当地的投资。看到街上头戴遮阳帽的姑娘，他先猛夸她们迷人的身材，顺带聊当地的天气、习俗和风光之类的话。见到警车呼啸驰过，他不忘先调侃警察的车技，捎带着聊当地的治安。当我们的车路过奥巴马前总统曾经就读的普纳荷学校（Punahou School）＂，他更眉飞色舞地讲一通奥巴马在夏威夷的童年趣事。看到街上一家家的商店，他会跟我们说哪家是热门的餐厅，哪家有些什么样的特色商品出售。他说话有趣，滔滔不绝，热情好客，就像是一个可爱的＂人来疯＂。碰上这么一个有趣的人，我们的情绪也调动了起来，车厢内不时听到我们欢乐的笑声。

小巴很快拐入了卡拉卡乌阿大道（Kalakaua Ave），这是夏威夷最著名的一条商业街。宽阔齐整的大街，高大挺拔的椰子树，风格各异的建筑物，世界名牌精品店，窗明几净的橱窗展示着各式的服装、皮鞋、皮包、手表、香水等。这条购物大街极富热带风情，前面就是著名的威基基海滩，购物与休闲，花钱与享乐，逛街与浪漫完美融合在一起，像这样的购物体验在其它地方难得一见。据彼得介绍说，以前这里很多店铺都是日本人所拥有的，现在情况完全变了，越来越多的中国人在这里置业开店，陆资的涌入改变了市场的格局，也说明这里日益受到人们的青睐。

这时我们的右前方出现了一望无际的大海和宽阔的海滩，而左边的街道则是一家紧挨一家的餐厅、咖啡馆、便利店，度假酒店，路上不时能看到身穿泳衣，身披浴巾，手拿着冲浪板的俊男美女。相较刚才看到的购物人群，这里主要是赶往海滩的游客，他们在海上冲浪，浮潜，游泳，或者坐卧在沙滩上晒太阳，看书，聊天，甚至坐在海边的椰子树底下，面朝大海，思绪飞扬，这一幅幅悠闲自在的图景，让人不得不感叹，古人＂行到水穷处，坐看云起时＂的那份淡然与从容也不过如此。

除了天上飞的鸟，水里游的鱼之外，彼得什么都跟我们聊，威基基海滩旁有一个警察分局，彼得看到一辆辆警车泊在那里，忙不迭地嘲讽说：＂这些警察个个都像只猫头鹰，白天看不见他们的人影，晚上可不好惹。＂。经过一家连锁便利店，忙夸奖起里面的东西既便宜，质量又好。看到二个小伙子抬着一只大保温箱，吃力的往海滩上去，他又开口说：＂我一个人扛着也能疾步如飞。＂看到海滩上众多的美女，他兴奋的像个多情的少年，猛夸她们的身材，秀发，肤色和女人魅力，好像这些美女都曾跟他有过一腿似的。说完之后，接着又是一通牢骚，说：＂今天不接你们这单生意，我现在正躺在这群美女的怀抱里，美女作陪度春秋，天天都是好日子。＂

＂彼得，你到底喜欢哪国的美女？＂车上不知谁问了一句，

彼得不加思索回答道，＂当然是我们夏威夷的姑娘。＂说完还作了一个赞不绝口的手势，逗得大家哈哈大笑。

小巴继续缓慢的前行，太阳斜斜地照进车内，车窗玻璃把外面炽热的阳光和清新的海风统统给隔绝在外，也把我们的欢歌笑语关在了车厢里。真是的，在车上坐久了，看到窗外一张张喜气洋洋的脸，心里不时泛起一种羡慕的感觉。我真想立马跳下车去，汇入熙攘的人群，奔向海滩，投身于大海波涛。佳美的日子，与其坐车观景，还不如站在海边，看片片云彩，数朵朵浪花；与其坐车神聊，还不如在沙滩上拾一把细沙，捡一只贝壳。在广阔天地里放飞生命，俯瞰那一草一木，一山一水，一个充满活力的世界。

近一个多小时的＂游车河＂，我们的双脚还未沾过地面。彼得似乎知道我们心里想什么，他说到下一个景点钻石山（Diamond Head)就让我们下车，随心所欲的玩上半个小时。临近中午，路上朝钻石山方向去的车还真不少，难怪它是檀香山著名的地标。钻石山是一座死火山，据说每当夜幕降临，山上的凝灰岩锥会发出闪闪的绿光，像绿宝石一样，故取名为＂钻石山＂。

小巴抵达钻石山，彼得第一个跳下车，行动敏捷的从车的左边绕到车的右侧，拉开车门，放下上下车的踏扳，站在一旁恭恭敬敬的扶我们下车。刚才他还是嘻皮笑脸的开玩笑，现在却变成认认真真的样子，看了让人直想笑，不知他那殷勤备至的背后，是老板的要求，还是他本身就是个热心肠的人。山脚下有一条上山的小径直通山顶，来回需要二个小时，显然时间来不及，只能放弃爬山登顶的打算。据说在山顶看夕阳日落，整个檀香山市区的高楼大厦，蜿蜒的威基基海滩，扬帆出海的游船，波光粼粼的浩瀚大海，全都沐浴在一片金色的霞光中，景色非常美丽壮观，而我们只能望＂顶＂兴叹，自我安慰一番，留点遗憾才会有下次再来的冲动。

在钻石山山下转了一圈之后，彼得又带我们来到檀香山的高挡住宅区凯海兰（Kahala）。这里离钻石山很近，又临近大海，依山傍水，景色秀丽，世界各地的许多顶级富豪都喜欢在这里置业。车开入了小区，大家纷纷下车，把本该爬山的余力都用在街头散步上。狭窄的林荫小道，宽大的前院，幽深的庭院，一座座豪华别墅掩映在自家的绿树丛中。幽静的街道空无一人，我们这批外来者仿佛是一群闯入寂静林子的鸟，叽叽喳喳的叫个不停。＂所谓幸福的生活，必然指安静的生活，原因是只有在安静的气氛中，才能够产生真正的人生乐趣。＂此时，大哲学家罗素的这句话突然闪过我的脑际。有钱人花大钱幽居郊外，真的能从安静中找到他们想要的幸福生活？我只能说不知道，但眼前彼得乐不可支的身影，却让我觉得彼得这样的生活，又何尝不是另一种幸福的表现？有时大哲学家的思辩也会有偏差。

面对整条街宽大气派的豪宅，彼得介绍的津津有味，像是在介绍他自己的房产。一连串富豪明星的姓名，有些是大家知晓的，更多的闻所未闻，反正都与我们这群外来客毫无关系。不知谁突然冒出一句：＂彼得，你家是哪一幢别墅？＂。

他先是一愣，接着便开怀大笑，说：＂我家离开这里还有20多英里，虽然也能看到大海，但房子小，又有点破旧。反正能看到海就高兴。＂在他脸上丝毫看不到不好意思的神色。不在乎别人是怎样的生活，只在乎自己的生活是否过的快乐。

出了小区，我们又回到沿海的Kalaiana’ole高速公路，一路往东行驶，车窗的右边又出现了湛蓝的大海，沿途的海边岩石大多呈黑色的形状，这是因为火山喷发出的熔岩遇到海水迅速冷却而造成的，当然夏威夷群岛本身就是火山喷发后形成的岛屿，有这么多黑色奇观一点都不令人惊讶。车很快来到了拉纳岛观景台（Lanai Lookout)，从这里可以清晰看到拉纳岛（Lanai)、莫洛凯岛（Molokai）、茂宜岛（Maui），特别像今天这种能见度超好的天气。这三大岛都是夏威夷群岛中的主要岛屿。

到这里我们的半日游算是划上了句号，接下来便要打道回酒店，可彼得还觉得意犹未尽，执意再陪我们玩几个景点，这真是求之不得的好事，我们大家一齐拍手鼓掌，真恨不得上前亲他一口。但彼得却像孩子似地用食指放在嘴边作＂嘘＂字状，还告诫我们不要把这事告诉约翰，他这种慷公司之慨的行侠仗义，颇有点古代＂罗宾汉＂风范。接下来我们沿着海岸线一路往东北，一直到夏威夷的海洋生物公园（Sea Life Park Hawaii）。每停一个景点，彼得照样还是忙前忙后，并不因为多出的行程而有丝毫懈怠。他爱给我们大家照相，也喜欢与我们合影，而且始终是一副滑稽搞笑的样子。他把我们看成是来他家串门的邻居或亲戚，大家也把彼得当作久违的朋友，从彼得身上实实在在感受到夏威夷人热情似火的性情。

彼得把我们送回凯悦嘉轩酒店已经是下午三点，本来约定半日游，现在却玩了五个多小时，我们都很感激他，临别的时候，大家都有点依依不舍，可他还是嘻皮笑脸的样子，说：＂今天我算是被约翰坑了，以后再碰到这种事，打死我都不干。人生苦短，别再辜负美好的时光，我这就到海边泡妞去。＂他停顿一下，做了一个说漏嘴的样子，又接着说：＂还得带上老婆＂。其实岂止是他一个人这么想，我们又何尝不想尽快去拥抱这片美丽的大海。

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出門泡湯卻成了閹人

第十一章 有錢的自戀狂

今天我一如往常的在我的崗位上努力，輸入各種討厭的行程跟數據，因為等一下總裁還要審閱內容，一堆單據也太多太雜了吧，難怪沒有人擔任這個職位，不過我畢竟在前公司也是一等一的能人，怎麼可能這樣就被打敗，好不容易告一段落，便要繼續幫總裁整理一日的行程，很多行程我都必須跟總裁一起去，對我來說，光是站在他身邊，我都覺得無比噁心，只想好好的對他報仇，不過我現在還是繼續忍耐吧，每天，總裁都會在鏡子前面整理他的儀容，而且每次要花至少一個小時的時間，他才會覺得自己這樣很完美，他的辦公桌永遠都擺的整整齊齊，文具永遠按照大小順序進行排列，最誇張的是，他全身上下所有的衣服、配件等是特製的，每個都要價數十萬，最奢侈浪費的，大概就是東西只要有一點點小瑕疵，就會直接丟了，也不願意讓別人使用，對他來說，錢就跟呼吸一樣的自然。

當我剛開始的第一天，什麼都不明白，當下就被總裁要求晚上留下加班，一直到一個禮拜的時候，我才開始有多餘的時間休息，但是自己卻不怎麼疲憊，新型睪固酮的威力真的很嚇人，也因為我一直很努力，總裁決定第二個月破例替我加薪到25萬，這對於一個新人來說，已經是特例了，我不敢跟周遭的同事說，怕被針對嫉妒，總裁總是一直保持著完美的形象，哪怕是安排半小時的運動，都不允許浪費一分鐘，這樣的生活，我心裡詛咒他乾脆得心臟病算了，不過我感覺總裁對我或是對別人，好像有點不一樣，如果是對待其他部門的組長，都很常破口大罵，明明就是一點小錯誤而已，但是這件事情換成我的話，總裁雖然會覺得不悅，但也只會說下次注意點，難道他終於看到我的努力了嗎，直到今天，我依然不知道自己為什麼會被安排在總裁身邊當秘書，我明明更適合擔任保鑣部門的，還是是因為我當時面試的時候，用非常不屑的態度對他，導致他在報仇，我的天啊，我該怎麼辦，我還沒報完仇之前，可能就先被總裁弄死了，心想就覺得可怕，不行，我必須加油，直到打倒他為止。

我是天眼集團的總裁許天成，從小到大，什麼都被要求要做到完美，尤其是公司的事務，我也偶爾想脫離一下這樣的步調，父親曾經說過，如果我不能讓公司完全聽我的，那麼就沒有資格成為接班人，我一直以為我只要保持著一絲不苟，什麼事都要求完美，只要犯錯就要破口大罵，這樣他們才會臣服於我，其實我這樣也覺得好累，我也想躲起來好好休息一下，但是公司每天都有處理不完的事情，我能怎麼休息，父親總希望我趕快找個集團千金結婚生子，好讓天眼集團有後續的接班人，但是我根本不想按照父親的安排決定自己的幸福，妹妹就是一個案例，大家都是以為我是因為身邊的秘書跟妹妹偷情又不負責任會閹了他，實際上並非如此，秘書其實是父親安排去接近妹妹的，但是秘書根本不愛她，還到處跟其他人搞曖昧開房間，直到我妹妹都懷孕了才脫口說出是因為父親的安排，我氣著問他為什麼不第一時間告訴我，還要接受父親的安排，如今又不願意負責，他只是覺得在財團底下當贅婿太累了，而且他還是比較喜歡跟不同女生發生關係，言下之意就是要我妹妹墮胎，我當然不能如他所願，於是我才會夥同玉璋醫生一起閹了他，怎能輕易放過他，怎知這件事讓我變成一個愛閹割大雞雞的變態總裁，雖然我自己很喜歡這樣的稱號，不僅讓我在公司的地位更堅固，公司發展也更快速，男人少了寶貝就不會作怪，反而更認真了，集團才會發展出如此的新高點，但是萬萬沒想到，一直以來，我很享受著大家為了進來公司而決定閹割的感覺，沒想到我現在的秘書謝淵，竟然完全不齒這件事，甚至公然在面試上挫我的銳氣，我對他產生了一點興趣，甚至覺得這樣的人很有趣，我才這樣安排他在我身邊，不過我感覺得到，他現在的笑不過就是演戲，我當然知道他非常恨我，但是我相信時間久了，就會發現我的為人，閹掉他其實我也很無奈，有時候夜深人靜想起這件事情，我都覺得我把自己閹了都無法贖罪，我從來沒有那麼對一個人如此愧疚，明知道他一點也不願意，還如此殘忍的動了手，親手毀了他的人生。

我到底要怎麼做，才能找到總裁的弱點，可惡，明明已經離他如此近，他始終沒有露出任何破綻，難道他真的是完美無瑕的人嗎，正當我端了一杯剛泡好的紅茶，準備放到總裁桌上，我竟然不小心被旁邊的椅子絆倒，熱紅茶直接潑到了總裁的褲管，燙的總裁直接叫出來，我整個嚇的不知所措，結果總裁竟然只有說下次不要再犯，要我去他的休息室找一套新的西裝，他要全換掉，我立刻衝去總裁的休息室，找了一���乾淨的西裝，並且叫來清潔人員，我先請清潔人員幫忙處理辦公室，我將總裁帶到休息室，幫他把西裝脫下來，放到旁邊，當我脫了總裁褲子的時候，不敢看著他，只是繼續幫總裁脫去衣服，就連襪子也一併更換，此時總裁突然抓住我的手，我還是不敢看著總裁，眼睛一直看著地上，總裁突然說，看著我，我有這麼可怕嗎，我這個時候緩緩抬起頭看向總裁，搖了搖頭，總裁一點也不可怕，總裁質問，那你為什麼不敢看我，怕我處罰你嗎，在你們眼力，我就是一個這麼可怕的總裁嗎。我的天啊，總裁到底要怎樣啦，我都很小心謹慎的幫他了啊，我突然被總裁拽到他身上，他抱著我，我心裡想現在又不是在演霸道總裁系列，這是哪招啊，我準備掙脫開來，我好歹也有一個很棒的男友，人家才不像你毀了別人的身體，這個時候，總裁輕輕的親我的臉頰，我的天啊，這個變態來真的啊，我該怎麼辦我該怎麼辦，我突然想到，或許可以利用這一點，讓他愛上我，然後再狠狠的閹了他，這樣我才算真正報仇了，於是我不再抗拒，總裁退下他唯一的一條內褲，又開始脫我的衣服，總裁露出了他勃起22公分長的陰莖，我心裡想，又是一根跟我差不多大的陰莖，就不能有點不一樣嗎，此時總裁撫摸著我的下體，他開始一邊親一邊跟我道歉，要我可以原諒他，不過，我怎麼可能原諒，你可是毀了我的人生的罪魁禍首，他說他對我真的很抱歉，可否不要再生氣了，他願意給我任何我想要的，只要他辦得到，於是我說了，不然你把你的雞巴切下來給我，總裁說，要我切下來還你當然可以，但是目前還沒有技術可以將我的移植給你的科技，我答應你，我只要發明成功了，我一定切下來還你，我裝作很不情願的說，這是你說的喔，於是我又開始挑撥他跟景富的關係，要總裁閹了他，只要在下個月的招募上選中景富就好，總裁說，這樣我就願意原諒他嗎，我感覺自己根本變成蘇妲己這九尾妖狐了，我告訴他，這就看總裁怎麼做囉，總裁毫不猶豫的答應了，我心想我總算可以完成第一個人的報復。

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惩罚巨砲警官

晚上当我洗澡时，突然听见门铃声，我赶紧围著一条白色大浴巾去开门，我看见两个警察站在门外，一位是年龄40以上，有点大肚子的警伯，我对他没什么兴趣，另一位帅哥壮警就不一样了，他大约有185公分高，不但长相帅气，身材也十分魁梧，可能由於天气炎热，壮警浑身上下也是汗水，令警服紧贴著他的身体，突出他宽厚结实的胸肌，再配合一双粗壮的手臂，令人看得有点压迫感！我按捺不住偷看他的裤档，脑海里幻想著这个壮警蹲下时，紧绷的警裤裤档情景，该是十分壮观！

壮警问借通往顶楼的钥匙，因为有人检举同栋公寓另一边五楼的住户行跡很可疑，我把顶楼的钥匙交给他们，十分钟后当我已经洗完澡。由於天气炎热，我全身只穿著一条白色的三角內裤，悠然地坐在沙发椅上。

不久，我再一次听到一阵门铃声，赶紧围著一条白色大浴巾去开门，这次门外站著的只有壮警，他把钥匙交给我，说隔壁的人没问题，但他怀疑检举的人是我，被误会是一件很令人不舒服的事，於是我怒斥他若没本是就算了，不要乱诬赖人，边有还边推了他一把，没想到他回推我一把，还顺手带上了大门，他严厉的说：「先生，合作一点，给我看你的身分证！」

这时我才有点慌张起来，连说对不起，他也不管我的道歉，捉著我的臂膀就往客厅走去，粗暴地把我的內裤扯掉及將我推倒在沙发上，那姿势让他穿著警服的下半身完全压住我圆浑的臀部，他一边故意用他的下体磨擦我的屁股，一边用他铁青的鬍渣轻轻的刮著我的脸说：「怎么样？你刚才不是偷看我的裤档吗？我的尺寸可不是小號，而是一定可以把你征服喔！」虽然是隔著他的警裤，但我感觉到他的阴茎正在勃起。

我正想呼救时，他立即拾起地上的內裤塞入我的嘴巴，怒斥道：「別吵！」我不禁打了一个寒颤。他用力地把我抬起来，在我耳边轻声道：「別怪我！你的身体太诱人了！」接著，他一手抓住我的腿，將我的膝盖弯曲到靠进胸前，这种异常的姿势让我痛得不得了，也让我的私处一览无遗。

他拉下裤链，雄浑之处把他红色的內裤中央高高地撑起了，他一边用他勃起的阴茎隔著他的內裤磨擦我的脸，一边得意地说：「你现在该相信我是没骗你吧，我的老二有20公分长，哈………！」

我还不懂回应，他已拉下內裤露出了他坚挺的阴茎，然后毫不留情的插进我的后庭………就这样，我无助地被一个穿著警服的警察粗暴地操我的屁股「呜呜…」我无法叫出声，疼的掉下泪来。

他略皱眉头，「妈的，好紧！」他猛力地摆动腰挺起他的阴茎揪插我的屁眼。受到屁眼被揪插的刺激和快感，我也不由得勃起了，腰部也同时不由自主地配合他的动作摆动起来。「呜…呜…」我的嘴无法合上，唾液沾湿了內裤，沿著我的颈子流下。

壮警一边贪婪地用舌尖舔我的脸，一边更用力地抽动著腰，，他硕大的睾丸不断撞击我的屁股，发出清脆的啪啪声。我受不了他勇猛的进攻，没多久，我便射精了。

发泄过后的我顿时腿软，只能將重心靠在他的身上，他好像发觉我无力反抗了，放开我的手並拿走塞在我嘴中的內裤。壮警抽出阴茎，由於他的龟头不断流出精水，令他的阴茎有点发亮，我不断的喘著气，身体力量像被抽光似的倒在地上。

「这样就不行了啊…」他用戏謔的口吻说道。捏住我的下巴，迫使我张开嘴，將他坚硬的阴茎塞入我口中。他抓著我的头髮，让我无法逃开。「唔…」又长又粗的阴茎直达我的喉咙，令我呼吸有点困难。他不断喊著:「用力，用力吸喔！」

大约过了五分钟，他突然抽出他的阴茎，命令著：「把腿打开点。」我无奈地依照他的命令张开大腿，让他能看清楚又红又湿的屁眼。「你这个骚货，这里正高兴地流著口水呢！」他用手指撩拨我的屁眼，恣意玩弄著。口水？！才不是呢，这是刚刚被他操的时候，他的龟头流出大量的精水。

他凶恶地拉扯我的头髮。「想要我插进你的骚穴吗？快说！」「想！」「想什么，说清楚一点吧！」「我想被你插！请你插进我的骚穴吧。」「不行，你该说清楚，你请谁操你，还有操你的什么地方！」「拜託！警察先生，请……请你插进我…我的…骚穴…」我哭著说，羞辱令我全身泛红。「这才乖嘛！」他扳开我的臀，再一次將阴差插入我的屁眼。「啊…嗯…」

「已经是第二次了，你的屁眼还是那么紧！」壮警边喘气边说「比我以前干过的男人还紧喔！好舒服！」壮警一手套弄我的阴茎，另一手则捏我的乳头。老二被套弄的刺激丶乳头被捏的痛感，让我的身体开始些微的弓起，也再一次有要射精的衝动；壮警不停地套弄我丶捏我，我已承受不了这种刺激开始「啊～又要出来！啊～」老二不自主地抽动，精液再一次地喷出，壮警將我射出的精液全拦截在他的手掌上，再將我射出的精液涂抹在我的脸上。

壮警大慨操了十来分钟，他突然抽出阴茎，向著我的脸射精！这时我的脸全是精液，有他的，也有自己的。壮警在射完精后长长的嘘了一口气「喔！爽！好久没这么爽………」壮警瘫躺在地上喘气，我也顺势趴在他身上。就在此刻，我的手按在的腰间的手枪，我急中生智，我立即把手枪抢夺，再站起身来！屋內的形势有了180度的转变，我决定要向这个无礼的壮警报仇！

「你想怎么样？」壮警紧张地说！「怕喔！你刚才不是很有霸气吗？你这么强壮的身体，平日该是训练有数吧！我要测试一下！」「先给我敬礼，再自介一下，说话要清楚，直接！」

壮警察弯腰拾起地上的警帽把它戴上。然后「啪」的一声，做了个標准的敬礼动作：然后「我叫李威，大树派出所，警备队副队长，彰化人，22岁，一米八五，75公斤。」由於壮警察的阴茎还是露出警裤外，隨著他的敬礼秀，阴茎不由自主地上下跃动。我拿起內裤，擦掉脸上的精液，然后拋在地上！「拾起內裤，含在口中！」

壮警察眉头紧紧地皱著，拾起沾湿了精液湿搭搭內裤，再放入口中。现在站在我的前面的是一个穿著警服丶口內含著充满精液的內裤​​丶双腿间半勃起阴茎的强壮男人，实在令我太兴奋了！

「伏地挺身预备！」壮警察双手撑著地板，做好了准备姿势。「一上丶二下……」壮警察隨著我的口令，双手支撑上半身体向下压，直至阴茎贴著地面，再挺起身，重复地做伏地挺身。「来回，一二……一二……」

每一次壮警察压低身体时，他的阴茎也少不免和地板磨擦，不久我发现他已经再一次勃起来了。还有，汗水不停自壮警察额角流下，浑身上下也充满汗水的他，湿得无法遮掩丶警裤湿得贴著臀部陷入股沟，十分性感喔！

「脱光，快！」「嗯！」壮警察站直身子大吼一声，毫不含糊，先脱掉上身的警服，再將白背心直拉上胸，露出几块壮硕的腹肌，强壮的右手又伸入背心里，將背心用力一扯，露出了自己结实的胸膛。然后，他又隔著警裤准备解开皮带，动作俐落乾脆，警裤刚拉下，手指就马上勾下內裤，快捷地脱光光！

脱光了衣服的壮警察显得MAN极了，精壮的身体在窗口射进来的阳光下折射出黑黝黝的光，由於刚才做了100次的伏地挺身，前胸后背早已经是汗水淋漓的了。两块发达的胸肌像小山般地隆起，点缀著两粒深褐色的奶头，就像二枚古钱幣贴在厚厚的胸肌上；沟渠分明的腹肌也因呼吸而更为隆显，两条颇有份量的健壮手臂自然地垂下，手背上青筋密布，不住地滴著热汗，腹股沟下面佈满浓密的阴毛，就在黑色的阴毛倒三角中央簇拥著一根挺直粗壮的阴茎，在没有任何支撑之下，像根旗桿般的直直挺立著，呈45度角直直地指向天花板！

一具近乎完美的年青男人的强悍的身体就一丝不掛地出现在了我面前，任由我的差遣。

我伸出手，用力握住壮警察那挺直激昂的阴茎抚摸，就在看见他的样子有点享受时，突然，我用力用手掌拍打他的龟头！壮警察本能的微微向后退了一下！「不淮动喔，別忘记，我的手枪是没眼睛的！」

壮警察的脸涨得更红，自他发育以来，自己那宝贝就长得比別人的粗大，进了警队，和队友一起洗澡时，几个队友发现了这个现象，再加上他身材魁伟，所以才开玩笑地给他取了个，’巨砲警官’的绰號。可是自己这个引以为豪，曾经操过无数俊男屁眼的大屌，现在却被这个刚刚在自己胯下的小子把玩，心里很不是味儿！我拿起他的警用皮带猛烈地向一丝不掛的壮警察身躯上抽打。时而抽打在他的胸膛，时而抽打他的屁股。

我看见壮警察奋力地挣扎著，但是又不敢太放肆，因为我手中的手枪吧！为了报復刚才的羞辱，我一鞭比一鞭狠似的抽在他的脊背，胸膛，和屁股。

「叫啊！使劲叫啊，这样会令我更兴奋呢！」

听见我这么说，壮警察的身体上满是青一块紫一块的伤痕，但是他却竭力地忍耐著全身上下的剧烈疼痛，不再发出卑贱的嚎叫。

怎么不叫了，你不是很痛吗？

我將警靴的鞋带抽出一段来捆好，拎著鞋带，再对准壮警察坚挺的阴茎將一双警靴掛了上去。可能是由於我没有將鞋带掛在那条阴茎的根部，沉重的警靴的重量使阴茎忽然直直地向下倒，壮警察低头一看，自己的壮警察正顺著老二滑了下去，掉在了地上。那条坚硬的阴茎解脱了重量束缚，马上又弹了回去。

我想了一想，再一次拣起警靴，將鞋带掛在了挺立的阴茎的根部，再打了一个结。「你想干什么，不要太过分啊！」壮警察一脸愤怒地说。

「你管我？！把手銬放在地上，然后转身把双手放在背后！」我用手枪指向他及发出命令和怒吼！我拿起地上的手銬从背后將壮警察銬起！然后把他上半身绑在餐桌上，两脚固定在两只桌脚，看见他那颤栗的身躯，无助的眼神，不断的激发我折磨他的慾火。

我吸吮著壮警察的乳头，他胸部的起伏隨著呼吸渐渐的加快著，他的阴茎慢慢地坚挺至极点，我用手来回的磨擦著他的龟头，时而上丶时而下，令他不断的发出：「噢……噢……噢……」的呻吟。

就在壮警察快要射精时，我突然鬆开手，將他警察专用的皮带一点一点的塞进他的屁眼內，隨著我塞入的动作，他口中不住的发出「啊……啊……」的叫声。我把皮带扣套著他的龟头。我不断前后拉动皮带，这样子，就可同时刺激他的阴茎和屁眼！看到壮警察被折腾成紫红色的龟头，我忍不住的用舌头舔著。不时的也用口套弄著他的阳具，令他不断发出呻吟：「噢……噢……」

看见壮警察的龟头不断流出精水，冷不防的，我急速地抽出塞在他肛门中的皮带，他被这突如其来的动作刺激得四肢紧绷​​，口中大叫著：「啊！………受不了，要射精了………」，他的哀號声让我兴奋莫名，我就迅雷不及掩耳的拿起他的警棍毫不留情的全部塞进了他的肛门，再快速的抽插著……壮警察快速的扭动他的臀部，无助的「啊……啊……」哀號著。阴茎不住的上下颤动，不一会儿，结实的胸肌已沾满了由深红色的龟头射出的精液。

你好大的胆子，没跟我报告就敢射出精来，下面这就是对你的惩罚。虽然明明是我疯狂的套弄，让他射精的，但是此时我已性起了。一阵乱鞭毫不留情的抽打在壮警察身上，他整个人隨著我的抽打，不断的摆动著身体，没命的哀號著：「啊……啊……啊……」。一阵鞭打之后，我说：「待会你会痛苦的很舒服，不过我不会再那么容易就让你射出来。」我一面说著，一面用一条比铅笔稍细的橡皮管在他的睾丸上方將他阴茎缠绕两圈。

我又把橡皮管交叉移到睾丸下方，再缠绕两圈，然后打了个结。再把剩下约两尺的管子全部塞进壮警察的肛门中。我用皮带时而轻轻的在壮警察的大腿內侧来回的移动著，时而由他的肛门到阴茎来回刷著。他舒服的哼著：「噢……」忽然我手中的皮带冷不防的用力朝他龟头抽落，他急速的收缩著腹部，橡皮管受到挤压，拉扯著他的阴茎前后的晃动，他痛苦的「啊……啊……啊……」的叫声不断。

被橡皮管绷紧的睾丸变成深红色，闪闪发光，我当然不会放过它，我先用手轻轻的抚摸它，接著，我用热烫的舌头开始一下下的舔著他的睾丸，一圈圈的打转。我使劲的描动壮警察的阴茎，他既兴奋又痛苦的求饶：「……好刺激……啊…受不了了……求求你……停一下……，靠……快要射………」「你……你今天……噢……要把我……啊……才肯罢休？」壮警察哀求著。我並没有开口回答他，回答他的是我突然挥动的皮带，「啊……啊……啊……」他隨著我皮带的挥动哀號著……

因为他的阴茎根部及睾丸底部，都被橡皮管缠紧，所以即使高潮，精液也无法射出来，而后续的精液不断的衝出挤压，暴胀的输精管会让他痛苦难当，可是在这同时又夹杂著高潮的快感，这种高潮真是一种难以形容的痛苦的快乐。

我知道他要来了，我用左手紧密的上下套弄他的阳具，另一手把橡皮管拔掉。「赶快给我爽出来，给我叫得雄壮点！」壮警察毫无反抗能力的「喔……喔……」叫著，终於他那坚挺的宝贝开始在我手中跳动著，「ㄛ……与啊……」声交互著，阴茎在我手中快速的一胀一缩，一胀一缩，「噢……」我一面握紧他的阴茎，一面用手指在他的洞里压迫著接近阴茎底端的地方並且不断的使力揉搓。「我来了……」接著舒服的「噢……」以及痛苦的「啊……」。

第三次射精后，壮警察虚弱的哼著，「……噢……」声越来越弱……他的阴茎的跳动也逐渐慢了下来，挺直的身体也瘫软了。

[chentailai]

【HP BLUE BEETLE 】My blue in the noche nevada【3】

这篇比较短，主要是hellbeetle(非完全cp，偏cd

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……

要是海梅死掉了，因为他为万圣节准备的恶作剧烟花死掉了——

不会的，海梅有卡基达，卡基达一定不会让海梅死掉的。虽然一个火花正中了他们，但他们一定不会死的，对吧？

哦天啊，天啊！

从片片黑烟中，闪出一小片蓝光，像是在指引埃德似的，蓝色是希望的颜色，虽然它看起来很悲伤

埃德发誓他从没这么喜欢过蓝色，他跌跌撞撞地跑过去，扑到那一堆碎石里，一块块地将石头从海梅身上拔开，海梅颤抖地伸出手将自己左肩上的石块推开

“海梅！”埃德欣喜地将海梅从废墟里用力一拉来，然后抱住了好友被黑色装甲覆盖的上身

“你还活着！”

“我当然还活着……咳，埃德你的烟花，我看见了…起作用了”

“别管什么狗屁烟花了！”

“好了，好了咳……你轻点抱”埃德赶紧松开定睛一看，海梅满身都是烧焦的痕迹

“我的腹部受了不少伤，不过都被卡基达的装甲挡住了，他正在帮我疗伤呢不用担心……就是有点疼”

海梅抬头看着埃德，对方正一脸惊恐和懊悔，

苍白的脸色显得他的脸更像一片白纸了

“不过没关系，瞧，我们救了大家”

埃德张了张嘴还想说些什么，却被身后断木碎石的声音吓了一跳，他紧张地转身查看，然后马上脱掉外套盖在海梅的装甲上。紧接着，他们的变形课教授琼恩举着魔杖快步从浓烟中走了出来

“谁受伤了？”琼恩看着埃德的嘴唇快速地颤抖了几下，一边慌张地扫过海梅的身体，琼恩直视埃德的双目，看来明白了什么，将魔杖插回口袋后立刻把海梅抱起来，转身对着其他赶过来的人说:“这里有个孩子急需治疗”

“布隆伯格先生，你去医务室”

埃德快速起身跟着琼恩一起跑回浓烟中

“虽然你们这次表现的很好，但埃德先生，你在学校里制作大型烟火这是严重违反校规”

“格兰芬多扣50分，好了，你们出去吧”

埃德一副乐呵呵的样子“我从没见过咱院长这么喜欢我过~”

“你快得了吧”海梅笑着拐在埃德身上，另一只手臂在维吉尔身上，他被两人抬着从办公室的楼梯下去

“但我最高兴的是你们都没出事，不然我会……”

“哦”

当三个人看见那个在楼梯下面等着他们的人时，他们都惊呆了， 一时间不知道该不该走下去

一个看起来大一年级的女生，有显眼的白发，还戴着一个单眼罩，不客气地抱着手臂盯着他们几个

“罗丝”埃德小声的咂砸嘴

还有一个人，再熟悉不过了，当下格兰芬多的学院明星兼那个永恒的全年级第一，提姆.德雷克

很明显那个叫罗丝外号“劫掠者”女生是陪着他过来的

三人组相互对视一眼，慢慢的走下去，埃德尴尬的开始打起招呼

“你好啊，罗丝，你们怎么来了？”

“埃德.布隆伯格，现在已经是宵禁时间了，我就长话短说”

“基于你们在万圣夜的优秀表现，作为少年泰坦的团长，我在此邀请你们三个加入我们”

罗丝在一旁冷哼一声，提姆为难地看了她一眼

“哦哦……好”埃德强装镇定，但他的嘴型暴露了他“没问题”

“那好，明天下午第四节课下课，三楼左边走廊的第五个空教室里面的虎皮猫油画，告诉她你们的绰号，如有变化我会再通知你们的”

“还有你”提姆转向中间被抬着的海梅“蓝甲虫对吗？”海梅没有忽略提姆在说这个外号时抬了一下眉头

“海梅.雷耶斯，我听说你有些特别的才能”

“额……我…不”

“我希望在泰坦社团里你能将你的特别才能展示给我看”

“我不，我没有……”

“我还听说……”提姆的表情突然像是被泼了水一样

“你是泰德.科德的学生？”

“额，泰德先生，额，对……额”

提姆突然变得对自己非常生气的样子

“我知道了，明天见，希望你们可以成为我们的一份子”

“再见”埃德快乐地对着他们挥手道别，罗丝转过头狠狠地瞪了他一眼

“没想到居然还邀请了我，我做什么了？我不太擅长社团活动”维吉尔烦恼地挠了挠头

“没事的”

卡基达不舒服的在海梅脑子里叫了一声，模糊的听起来就像猫咪叫声一样

“大概吧”

『一见钟情』

圣诞节的晚宴马上要到了，作为为学校做出巨大贡献的少年泰坦成员，海梅他们也可以参加舞会

自从他们成为了泰坦的一员，女孩子便开始对这三个非主流的玩意十分青睐

埃德坐在格兰芬多的桌子上开始对周围的一堆女生胡乱鬼扯，洋洋得意的样子让其他两个人只好在周围看情况

“话说提姆前天把你拉到学校外面的怎么回事啊？”

“well……他其实是泰德先生的粉丝啦，拉着我说了很多”

“这样啊，真没想到。不过我记得最近日报上发表了一些小道新闻，说提姆是布鲁斯.韦恩的养子，我关注了这几天的头条，发现原来真是”

“谁谁谁？！谁的养子？！”

“布鲁斯.韦恩啊”

“跟埃德说我晚点去看他的魁地奇选拔，我要先去找一趟提姆”

“嘿——等等海梅，我们不是还要去找舞伴吗？”

据圣诞节晚宴还有两天，埃德敷着包裹着冰块浸鼠尾草根汁的布包，把红色的长发撩到耳后

“你这是怎么了？”海梅一边试穿寄来的礼服长袍一边问道

“他去邀请罗丝”维吉尔按照报纸上会动的一个小专栏系领带

“然后在众目睽睽下被打翻了”

“她就这么讨厌你吗？”

“快别说了，我倒大霉了，罗丝今天心情不好”

“我也是才知道，原来少年泰坦内部的感情关系很乱……”

埃德惆怅的看向窗外，草丛里尽是精灵的光芒，美丽的星星点亮了整座雪白的城堡，檞寄生点缀在每一棵圣诞树上

“罗丝去邀请提姆，然后被拒绝了……”

“我去找她的时候，卡茜正好来了，两个女人，看起来马上要杀了对方”

“……女人…真是怪透了…恋爱什么的”

埃德梳理一下乱发，拿出皮筋将长发在脑后扎成马尾

“你们呢，找到舞伴没有？”

“你猜怎么着，梅甘愿意和我去，她比我们小一年级，太害羞了一个小姑凉，不敢去邀请其他人”

维吉尔耸了耸肩

“我觉她是想到舞会后再去邀请康纳，因为太多人围着这个“超级小子”了���我很乐意帮个忙，把她送到舞池里去，然后到时候再找别人”

“我没找到……额，我忙了别的事”海梅眼神躲闪，看起来没什么自信

“我记得有个低年级向我问过你来着，海梅，不过她太小了……做舞伴就…”

“好吧”埃德把布包扔掉，从床上跳下来，语气有些沮丧和烦躁

“你们就进舞会后听天由命吧，我要出去狩猎了，作为一个红色的魔鬼”

当埃德从宿舍出去的时候，维吉尔和海梅担忧地对视一眼，埃德的状态越来越不对劲了，而他们完全摸不到这其中的头绪当那扇木门关上时，卡基达好像听到什么，暂时从睡梦中清醒过来那像是一声叹息

“我不觉得光是关于女孩的事让他这么不对劲”

“我也觉得，听说Tim他们是在搞三角恋？”

“据小道消息说…是卡茜暗恋罗丝，罗丝喜欢Tim，Tim喜欢康纳，卡茜喜欢康纳，卡拉喜欢卡茜，康纳喜欢卡拉……额”

“这都什么和什么……”

当西装革履的男士们搂着他们美丽的舞伴在银色的灯光下纵情歌舞时，海梅和埃德正在宴会厅外的花园里渡步

谁能想到最后没找到舞伴的只有他们两个，连入场仪式都没参加

海梅疑惑地看着埃德，这家伙太不对劲了，他本来以为他会像一股野火冲到舞会里点燃所有人才对

“现在就只有我们两个了，虫屁股”埃德听起来有些伤感，他穿着印着火焰图纹的红色西装梳着整洁的高马尾

海梅觉得自己穿着像一个普通的社区牧师，加上他刚蓄起来的小胡子，显得更加早熟

“你怎么没去找个伴呢虫屁股，我看见那三个女孩在楼梯口堵住你……你比你想的要受欢迎知道吗？”

埃德扯了一下嘴角，试着别出一个像样的微笑这倒让海梅受不了了

“拜托”他快步走到埃德面前迫使他停住脚步

“来吧，埃德，男人，我们需要聊聊”

“我…什么……我不”埃德明显慌了神往后退了几步，隔开自己的好友

“你完全不对劲埃德，连圣甲虫都看出来了”

“拜托男人，告诉我发生了什么”

“我们可以一起解决”

“我不……”埃德别过头去不看海梅“这件事不是我们可以……”

“那就去找大人帮忙啊！埃德，求你了，我们都很关心你”

海梅缓缓地向埃德靠近着:“告诉我发生了什么，是因为罗丝吗？埃德……”海梅看准时机抓住埃德的双手，这样他就不会再往后退

“你不必独自承担这一切…我永远都会在这里帮你”

他用真诚的眼神看着Eddie，试图让Eddie信任他

“Eddie……”

埃德终于不再逃避海梅的目光，他转过头

“还记得我二年级时和你说的吗，关于我……”

他突然像是看见一条火龙一样猛地闭上嘴，拽着海梅的后领把他拉到自己一边

“罗丝？！”

罗丝.威尔逊正气势汹汹地向他们走来

“埃德，我在找你，你居然不在舞池”

她看一眼海梅，面色缓和一些，海梅吓到怔在原地不动

“要和我跳舞吗？”

“我……什么？！”海梅猛地推了一下埃德的后背，小声地说了一句:“加油”

“当然愿意”

当埃德被罗丝快步拉走时，回头看了一眼海梅

海梅笑着向他挥了挥手

话说埃德本来要跟他说什么来着？

算了不重要，海梅想，玩的开心amigo

TBE

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预警，下期开始会有明确cp。我要开始补作业了，可能没多少时间发

我恨作业！！！我开始发刀了。