Hojo Natsuki was a little confused.
He knew that Kurosawa Jin would find him sooner or later, but this moment came too quickly.
It was sudden and even a little scary.
The new snow was still falling, and as night fell, the temperature gradually dropped, and every breath seemed to freeze into cold ice chips.
They looked at each other in silence for a moment.
After a while, Hojo Natsuki asked awkwardly: "…Why are you here?"
Kurosawa Jin's eyes fell on the tip of his slightly red nose.
The answer to the question is obvious.
—Come to find someone.
"I don't want to go back with you." Hojo Natsuki took a step back, put his hands in his pockets, and kept rubbing his palms with his fingertips, as if to cheer himself up. "Under the current circumstances, it's obviously not appropriate for us to stay together all the time. I'm going to move out and won't go to your place in the short term. ..."
Kurosawa Jin stared at him.
This coat was too big for Hojo Natsuki. The shoulders of the coat drooped limply, and the hem hung to a position slightly higher than his ankles. The thick black material wrapped him up completely, making him look like a cat struggling to poke its head out from a pile of clothes.
He himself was not aware of this, and with an extremely calm face, he revealed his decision to Kurosawa Jin.
Kurosawa's gaze gradually softened, and he looked very serious. After he finished explaining his reasons, he casually said, "Yeah."
Hojo Natsuki breathed a sigh of relief, thinking that the communication was effective and the other party was willing to support his idea: "Then..."
Kurosawa Jin: "The card's password is six zeros."
Hojo Natsuki: “?”
Hojo Natsuki: “…Oh.”
He was confused again.
What's the meaning
Did you even guess that he was short of money
"Where to move?" he asked again.
Hojo Natsuki refused outright: "I can't tell you for now, and don't come to me in the near future."
Hearing this, a hint of viciousness appeared between Hei Ze Zhen's brows.
"It's dangerous out there." He stated very coldly, "Do you know how many people want to kill you?"
Hojo Natsuki thought for a moment and answered honestly, "I don't know." Then he added, "But no matter which world it is, there are always many people who want to kill me. It doesn't matter. I can protect myself."
"Is it."
"Yes."
"Are you not afraid?"
Hojo Natsuki asked back, "What is there to be afraid of?"
So, Kurosawa Jin sneered lightly: "You are full of words, but you will run away if you see me."
Hojo Natsuki: “…”
"You don't have to worry about that."
He was not angry at Kurosawa's words. Such light sarcasm had a lethality close to zero. However, the attitude revealed in the other party's words made Hojo Natsuki have to be on guard. He thought for a few seconds, swallowed the persuasive reasons he had prepared, and changed the subject.
"If there's any danger, I can always quit the game."
He reminded Kurosawa Jin again.
It's just a game.
The other party naturally understood the implication of such straightforward words, and his eyes gradually became sharp.
Her pupils reflected his figure, but revealed no extra emotions.
A very light layer of fluorescent white accumulated on Kurosawa Jin's shoulders.
"... Don't ask me when I'll move back." Hojo Natsuki looked away and answered all the possible inquiries. "I made it very clear, and you agreed."
Kurosawa Jin: “No.”
Hojo Natsuki didn't expect that he would change his words so naturally and quickly - but he didn't feel it was that surprising, as Kurosawa Jin was just that moody and extremely selfish.
The cold air breaks through the gaps between the buttons, climbs up the skin, and unreasonably plunders the body surface temperature.
"I'm not discussing this with you either." Hojo Natsuki lifted her scarf, her fingertips were cold and white, but her voice was very stable. "I'll be staying outside. Don't come to see me during this period. If you have anything to say, talk to me on the phone."
. "
The entire street was immersed in the damp and cold fog. The buildings in the distance were hazy in outline and dim in color. However, the black figure under the lights, with silver light dancing between the light-colored hair, had a layer of hazy glow on his figure, and he deservedly occupied the center of the field of vision.
Therefore, his every move is particularly eye-catching.
"I don't agree." He repeated the sentence again.
"Then don't agree." Hojo Natsuki refused to give in. "As long as I want, you can't find me."
Kurosawa Jin stared at him, as if trying to determine the truth in his words, or as if he was just observing him.
A moment later, he put his left hand into his pocket, and a Beretta appeared in his palm.
He pushed with his thumb and calmly made a gun flower, and the metal gun body reflected a cold light in the light.
The moment he saw the other party holding a gun, all the hesitation and indecision in his heart disappeared from Hojo Natsuki. His back was tense and straight, but his expression was particularly relaxed.
"Are you going to threaten me?" Hojo Natsuki smiled slightly, as if he had seen a funny scene.
Kurosawa Jin raised his eyelids: "What if it is?"
"A little surprised." He squinted his eyes, smiled gently, and spoke in a calm and gentle tone, as if sighing: "... No one has dared to do this for a long time."
Although his words were filled with undisguised arrogance, Hojo Natsuki was mentally extremely alert and focused, ready to confront the other party head-on at any time.
Before this, he always gave in to Kurosawa Jin and didn't mind bowing his head moderately. When he was not working, he was not arrogant at all. Like every young man who couldn't sit still, he didn't like to eat properly, but liked to eat snacks; he liked to play and try new things, and he rarely lost his temper in daily life.
Because the cold iron blade light should only be aimed at the enemy.
Kurosawa took out Beau Retta, and the situation took a sharp turn for the worse.
From restrained, playful escape and pursuit, it turned into a compulsion that disregarded personal will.
Hojo Natsuki stared at him nervously, his whole body on guard.
When the other party just expressed his position, in order to stop the loss in time, he resisted the urge to avoid it, calmly refused and explained, but still could not save the situation.
It seems that no one can keep a good attitude when it comes to such an out-of-bounds relationship. Hojo Natsuki inevitably regrets it in advance.
He cherishes the companionship and happiness brought by Qinwa, or Gin, in the past few years. It is genuine and cannot be replaced. The other party is like an anonymous friend in a distant time and space. He will miss him if he doesn't contact him for a long time, but he feels happy when he talks to him... It's a pity.
Between vigilance and anger, Xia Shu's heart slowly sank, and a sense of loss surged up, "... Is this relationship starting to fall apart?"
However, Kurosawa Jin sneered lightly.
He asked, "Can you use a gun?"
Hojo Natsuki stared at him warily without answering. His expression was tight and it was impossible to tell what he would do next.
Unexpectedly, the silver-haired man leaned forward slightly and stuffed Beloit into Hojo Natsuki's palm. His broad palm pressed against his hand, and amid his resistance, he slowly and methodically adjusted his gun-holding posture to the correct one.
Then, he helped Xia Shu remove the safety bolt, turned the gun forcefully and without rejection, and then slowly moved it upwards, pointing the muzzle at his own heart.
Hojo Natsuki was originally trying to break free from his hand that was restraining him, but the moment the muzzle of the gun touched the other person's body, his whole body tensed up instantly, and his index finger that was held did not move at all, for fear of accidentally firing the gun.
Xia Shu was silent for a moment, then asked, "…what do you want to do now?"
"Don't hide." Kurosawa Jin stared at him without blinking, and uttered a hoarse warning in his throat, still in an imperative tone, "And don't be afraid of me."
The other person tightly wrapped Hojo Natsuki's hand, and the temperature of his palm was scorching hot.
But the Beretta in his hand was cold.
The muzzle of the gun was pressed against Kurosawa Jin's heart. He breathed lightly, his chest rising and falling gently, and the fiery throbbing under his sternum seemed to be able to penetrate the infinity.
The angry metal barrel passed over.
His heart was within the reach of Hojo Natsuki.
The situation immediately reversed and Beretta aimed at its owner.
This silver-haired killer who is feared by the other world handed the weapon to Hojo Natsuki and took the initiative to expose his vital points. The opponent's life depends on his thoughts.
The snow was still falling, the clouds were dissipating on the edge of the sky, and the number of people on the street was becoming increasingly sparse.
Hojo Natsuki gave up and said helplessly: "... I promise you, put the gun down."
He could never have imagined that Kurosawa Jin's show of weakness would seem so menacing.
Like a large cat, it bared its sharp fangs at him, as if ready to bite off his leg bones; but in fact, it just wanted him to touch its beautiful fur so that he would know that it would never hurt him.
As a result, Hojo Natsuki's temper, which had just been built up, was instantly dissipated.
Kurosawa Jin stared at his face, taking in all his tiny reactions, and raised the end of his eyebrows slightly.
Then, she quickly leaned over, and in front of his stunned and anxious eyes, she opened her mouth and gently bit the side of his neck, applying a little force, as if marking her prey as her 'possession'.
Hojo Natsuki's slight tremor and sudden rapid breathing were all transmitted to him completely through the tightly attached skin.
"You..." He was suddenly startled and stared at Kurosawa Zhen.
That small patch of skin was quickly dyed a light red, which contrasted sharply with the cold white skin around it, and was indescribably charming.
Kurosawa Jin observed the changes in his expression, lowered his head again, and licked the shallow teeth mark with satisfaction.
He still restrained Hojo Natsuki with one hand, asking him to hold the Beretta and aim it squarely at his heart; Kurosawa raised his right hand again and pinched Natsuki's chin - just like the first time they kissed.
"You can shoot me," he said casually. "Like this, pull the trigger."
He pretended to hook Xia Shu's finger, as if he wanted to demonstrate to him immediately and teach him how to use a gun and how to kill people.
At this moment, Hojo Natsuki felt so clearly that Kurosawa Jin could really be killed by him at will. He had always been indifferent to the death of others, but when this thought came to him, he felt an irresistible fear. - He didn't want this person to die.
Hojo Natsuki's body trembled slightly, and he raised his voice to stop it: "... Stop! That's enough."
"Are you crazy?" He gasped and asked in disbelief, "Why would you..."
"If you shoot, I will die." Kurosawa asked, "Are you still afraid?"
The green eyes of this person were still cold, but they were ironed with an indescribable tenderness by the snow color.
When he looked over, time seemed to condense into a galaxy.
Hojo Natsuki was speechless.
He thought that he should never compare Kurosawa Jin to a cat. This man occasionally showed feline-like habits, but in essence, he had nothing to do with these soft-fur creatures.
The Kurosawa formation is a sharp knife, with the tip of the knife always pointing forward.
He would escape, but every step that Kurosawa's formation took, which seemed like a retreat, was actually an attack.
Hojo Natsuki was silent for a long time, and the other party stroked his chin with his fingertips, his eyes wandering back and forth on his skin, then, his lips gently pressed against the corner of his mouth and kissed him again.
“…!”
He tried to escape, but Kurosawa Jin had no intention of letting him go. His movements were like a sudden storm, coming down with such force that no one could resist.
The lips and tongues were extremely passionate, and the breaths blended and pulled together.
There was a lingering smell of tobacco between Kurosawa Jin's lips and teeth, very faint, lingering on him, melting into a dazzling temptation.
Hojo Natsuki tried his best to push him away, but the huge difference in strength was obvious, and he had to take into account Beauletta who had pulled the safety pin in his hand, so he couldn't break free from the shackles. At the same time, Kurosawa Jin was holding his hand and gradually exerting force, like a condescending reminder.
accept me.
Or, refuse with a bullet.
He seemed to have the choice, and by pressing the trigger in his hand, he could easily deprive this T
Op Killer's life; but the moment he showed that he cared, when he stumbled to form the words of refusal, when he was worried that the gun would accidentally go off and hurt Kurosawa Jin, there was never any other way to go.
Hojo Natsuki raised his face slightly, passively accepting the kiss in a huge daze, almost letting Kurosawa Jin control him, his eyes shifted from the silver hair to the halo of the street light. There was a crescent white moon in the sky, and he saw the snow-covered sky, as well as Kurosawa Jin's silver hair.
The snowflakes stuck to my eyelashes, making them wet.
It was annoying, and he blinked.
The silver hair that fell as the other person moved, hooked and entangled on the back of his palm, leaving a gentle itch wherever it brushed past, as if it was not aggressive at all, but slowly weaving into an impenetrable net.
The net gradually closed in, strangling those inside it to the point where they had difficulty breathing and felt dizzy.
-caught you.
(End of this chapter)