Devil's Music

The girl's anger didn't seem to be directed at the gun. The tight-knit bastards trembled, and the girl was just standing there, shaking her eyes as she looked at him with curious eyes. Kiska was not just a little girl. Kiska, who had lost her mother as a child and lived among the people who were afraid of her, was bleeding the blood of Mafia boss Gregory.

The girl quickly organizes the information she knows into her head. First of all, Gunn came back late last night, and he smelled a woman's perfume. Second, I smelled the same scent on my sister's body, the Asian sister I met today. Third, Byeong-jun and Gun Yesterday lied to themselves. When this is all sorted out, Gun approaches in front of him, kneeling on one knee and making eye contact.

“Kiska, where have you been? Did you go to the bathroom? You told me you'd come with me. ”

The current information has once again been updated in Kiska's head as she stands back and watches the case.

Gun looks around his body and sees if there are any injuries. He is being kind to himself as always. My older sister was sitting at the table over there with her chopsticks in her mouth and her eyes wide open, but she was always taking care of herself more than anyone else.

When he came all this way, Gun did not tell himself that that sister would come. In other words, that sister suddenly came without asking permission or making any promises to the case. And the gun looks at itself with worrying eyes, whether she's there or not. Kiska nods for a moment, clearing her mind. Gun grabs Kiska's little shoulder and asks.

“Kiska, what's wrong? Are you sick? Look at me, look at me. ”

Kiska pushes out one hand. When the gun shook Kiska's hand, Kiska grabbed the gun to Shizuka's table with an expressionless face.

“Uh, uh-uh. Kiska?”

Kiska, who came to the table with the gun, pounds the couch as if to ask Gun to sit down. He looks at the chair and sits down. Kiska stared at Shizuka, who was expressing ignorance of the English language, and climbed over the knee of the gun, not the other chair next to her. When Kiska suddenly tried to climb up, he put his arms in his armpits, lifted the girl up and placed her on his knees.

“Kiska, are you hungry? ”

Sitting on the thigh of the gun, Kiska stared at Shizuka and pointed to the stir-fried sausage that looks delicious with his fingers. When he raised his chopsticks and gave the sausage to Kiska, Kiska's mouth was all he ate and he still stared at Shizuka with a expressionless face. Shizuka was embarrassed when a young child stared at him and said something he didn't like.

“Y-you know, Keys, Kiska. Would you like some of this, too? ”

When Shizuka grabbed one of the fries that she made, Kiska pushed out the fries with her hands and pointed to the other side. When the masked Shizuka put down the fries and tried to pick up what Kiska pointed at, Kiska shakes her head again, pointing to the rice dish in front of her, and raising the gun. When I looked down at the girl's big eyes and smiled, I picked up the dinner that she pointed to and put it in my mouth, and I smiled and ate it. Kiska, who smiled and smiled with her eyes, came back expressionless when she saw Shizuka again. Kiska then went on to look closely at the case behind him and the look on Shizuka's face across the street. He hesitated after tidying up the box that Shizuka had eaten over time and put it in his shopping bag.

“Okay, I'm going to go. ”

Gun turns his face toward himself, smiling, pounding his belly, and startled.

“Why, are you leaving already? No, you can stay a little longer. ”

Shizuka sits on the thigh of the case staring at her and looks at her head. There was a conflict between Shizuka's expressionless face and the burdened glare of cold eyes and the burden she wanted to do with the case.

“Well, that's · ·”

What you don't know is that you pick up Kiska, put her on the ground, and then you get up.

“It's okay, Shizuka did me a big favor this time. I want you to help me make music. ”

“Yeah? Me, me, Kev, Kay making music, too, help? Do you think I can help? ”

The gun nods with a beautiful smile in its mouth.

“Well, that helps. Come to the studio. I needed someone to talk to. ”

When Gun grabbed Shizuka's hand and entered the studio, Kiska chased him in.

“Uh, Kiska, do you want to come in? ”

When Kiska grabs his butt between Shizuka and the case and looks up, the gun releases Shizuka's hand and smiles at her.

“Yeah, you were bored, right? Let's go in together, then. ”

Kiska, who succeeded in taking the gun's hand, grabs the gun and enters the studio, looks back at Shizuka, pulls the eye down with his finger and sticks out his tongue. Shizuka looked at the girl, but when she saw the studio door closing, she pushed herself into the room in a hurry. An antique yet sophisticated studio situated on a brown wall with a variety of instruments. Gun pulls out the chair, seats Kiska, and looks around with embarrassed eyes.

“Oh, there's no chair. ”

Shizuka grabs the back of the keyboard like she's okay.

“It's okay, I'll sit in the keyboard chair. ”

“Oh, can I do that? I'm sorry."

“Haha, I'm okay. ”

Shizuka looked away as though she was afraid to look at the girl while sitting and looking at herself with cold eyes. When I looked at the two women for a moment, I sat in the middle with my guitar.

“Let me tell you what I've been up to. The genre isn't specific yet. What I was specific about was that I was just a breaker of my stereotypes about making beautiful songs, and I was looking for a common denominator between Kevin's mind and mine. ”

Shizuka listens quietly to the case, and the case speaks again.

“What Kevin and I have in common is that we have no intention of understanding our father. Well, not in my case, but in Kevin's case. Maybe it's a feeling of hatred or anger. ”

Shizuka asked with a slightly surprised expression.

“Are you trying to sing a song of hate or anger, Kay? ”

The gun shakes its head with a serious look.

“No, I don't know that yet. Hate or anger. But, you know, some people's emotions just don't let up until they explode. It's usually a negative emotion, and it's called crying and hatred and anger. I'm the only one with catharsis who can unravel it. Religious unconditional forgiveness is very difficult. Ordinary people need an emotional outburst to forgive. ”

Shizuka folds her arms and says with a serious face.

“An explosion to forgive is · · · preparation to forgive someone in the end? ”

He nods slightly, but says he doesn't like it.

“You're right. But that's not how I feel right now. I'm not ready to forgive you yet. So I'm not gonna think about it after. I just want to know if it's true that it gets cooler when it bursts and tears. ”

Shizuka nods slightly.

“To put it simply, do you mean feeling better when you cry cool than when you want to wait? ”

The gun flicks its finger and smiles.

“That's right, Shizuka. ”

Shizuka looks at the matter for a moment and asks with a cautious tone.

“I heard about this guy Kevin. But I didn't hear Kay's story, so I'm not sure how I can help · ·”

The gun stops explaining and looks at Shizuka for a moment. He turns his head and sees Kiska's eyes staring at him with flashy eyes, sighing for a moment.

“Yes, Kiscado, Shizuka are also precious to me now · ·”

In one sentence, two women's faces brightened. I didn't like that they were both precious, but I was glad that Kiska was happy to acknowledge themselves and Shizuka, who was unable to think of Kiska as her competitor, thought differently. For a moment, he alternated the two women and began to tell his story. When I sighed for a moment that I was tired of talking about domestic violence as a child, my mother who had fled mentally for herself from ridiculous violence, and the people around me who then forced me to understand about it, the studio was silent.

It was Shizuka who lived with the love of her parents and support, but it turned out that she didn't have any friends because of her mom's new recruit. She also had a grudge against her mother when she was a child, seeing her friends distancing herself. And Kiska, who is raising her in love so that it doesn't hurt even if Gregory is in the eye, also lost her mother because of her father's job. Because it was no one else's father who took her mother away from her, there was a sense of resentment in her. However, when both women heard the little stories that had happened, they understood that they would not call home while in the United States.

Heavy silence filled the studio for a long time, and a weak heart Shizuka who could not overcome the burden of silence opened his mouth carefully.

“That's what happened. It was a hard story to tell. Thanks for telling me, Kay. ”

The gun shakes its hand, smiling powerlessly.

“We're friends, we are. ”

Shizuka felt better about saying she was a friend, but she soon said while taking care of her face.

“Did you feel better talking about this? ”

“Mmm · · ·”

I thought about it with a worrying face and opened my mouth.

“I don't think so. But I've been there. I cried in front of someone's grave and vomited on it. I felt something cool at the time. ”

Shizuka touched her cheek and said,

“Well... So it's only with a stronger explosion that we have to detonate it. ”

“Well, maybe that's just me. I'm not sure.”

While you two were having a conversation, Kiska turned the blank error next to her and began writing something down in the empty place. The conversation looked at what Kiska was wearing, then smiled and stroked the girl's head.

“You must have been inspired, my Kiska. ”

I turned to Shizuka and put my index finger on my lips to avoid disturbing Kiska, who was frowning like a child and maintaining focus. As the two people who were looking at Kiska quietly for a moment stood up to write on their faces, they leaned forward together and saw a piece of paper that a girl could hear. Shizuka, who had read the girl's article for a long time, opened her eyes wide and admired her.

“Well, that was genius! This is what a ten-year-old writes like! ”

Kiska smiles brightly and smiles to see if she feels better as she strokes Kiska's head. Shizuka smiles as she looks at Kiska smiling confidently at herself, even though she didn't know what she was laughing at. Gun read Shizuka's lyrics again, then nodded his head.

“Okay, that's enough lyrics to draw empathy from me, Kevin, and those who need an explosion of anger. I guess we'll have to choose a genre next time, won't we? From now on, it's my job. Thank you both for your help. ”

When the gun said he would work alone from now on, Lyrics was pleased to see Shizuka put her hands on her waist and pinched her index finger. Shizuka smiled awkwardly, with a suspicious look on her face.

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