I was in a room in the castle at night, drinking with Historic Pleasure and Harry.
"Guppy, it's finally tomorrow"
"Oh yeah...... a lot of emotions"
I realize many times that my life will run out tomorrow, but I can't really boil down to it. I don't even feel that I made my own decision.
Harry has always been aware of death. After watching Megidball's suicide live, that consciousness grew even stronger. I began to dream that I wanted to die as beautiful as that when I died too.
There is no fear. There is no real sense of dying tomorrow in the first place, so there can be no fear. Harry thinks that's okay, though, thinking that maybe when it's just before he dies, he fears hard and disturbs it in front of the public. Ugliness will also be told as one of the legends, and the story is that I was just a man to that extent.
"I've taken care of you a lot. It's a lonely story from me to lose an understandable patron. That's what I do, but I can't wear it inside."
Historical pleasure speaks in a good mood as he opens his own expensive drink in Harry's room.
"I have arranged for you to do part of my legacy, too. That should be a pretty good forehead."
"Guppy, that guy's happy. I don't care how much the research costs are. Wahahahahahaha."
"You're a credit to me for the meal tomorrow."
"I've had a hard time getting a lot of orders. They gave me drugs that would make me aggressive, and they wouldn't let me out."
"Then it doesn't make sense. I want participants to enjoy the concert only on their own initiative"
"Gupi, I don't know the difference. Even if it isn't, your song has subliminals planted on it, and so do Junko and the others, but draw the boundaries. It's good to this point, bad from here on out, and so on. Awesome and hilarious. There's only zero and one, black and white."
(Sounds simple and happy, but if you become such a one-bit brain, you're dead human)
Hearing History Pleasure's claim, Harry was laughing inside spiral. Harry sees no such thing as a person falling into extreme polarizing ideology. And as a mad scientist, Harry sees this woman as basically an idiot, even if she's more intelligent than an ordinary person.
But on the other hand, Harry is relieved to see such a pleasure in history. Because he thinks he's stupid about History Pleasure, but he doesn't hate it.
At night, the Azi Dahaka Ground Floor Tavern.
In the box seat for four, there is only Junko and True. Tired and Midori had been contacted by Yi to help communicate with Oannes. O'Annes all seem to be very masters of paintings and one of their important cultures, with much information drawn from their paintings.
Junko, who seemed to be most interested in it, for some reason did not attend to it, leaving it to the rash, to stay with True.
"I can't believe we're alone in a tavern. What time is it?"
Junko, who is in a sizzling mood, speaks out as she sips her brandy in a tiny way.
"I don't really remember either."
While answering, drinking is true to be aware of what Junko taught you. Some rules when drinking alcohol were also told by Junko at that time. And the truth was I was protecting it. The only thing I drank that made me crazy was when the apricots died.
"When did you and I fight together?
Junko asks me, and I revive the memory of my earlier battle at the castle.
(It was fun...... Wow. I fight with this guy...... so much fun. That's how honest I feel)
To the extent of drunkenness now, it doesn't get bold until True speaks of it in front of Junko.
"About the murder club - since the drum can kick?
Off the gaze of Junko, True says.
Dim tavern, flowing quiet BGM, moderate alcohol, two across the street. In such a situation, in the big eyes of Pure Son, the crimson eyes were too attractive. And the smile on your mouth. I usually try not to be aware of Junko as heterosexual as possible, but now if I get a little distracted, I'm going to get drunk and drown in that attraction.
"We had fun then, but we had more fun today, didn't we? It really felt like the two of us were combing to fight. True. Don't you think?
Junko is also slightly bolder than usual because of the alcohol in it.
But because True suddenly missed his gaze, Junko panicked a little, wondering if he had said anything to disturb him.
"Sorry..."
"Huh?"
To Junko, who suddenly apologized, True returns his gaze.
"No, I was wondering if you were mad. When I came to the castle to fight you, come on, I hugged you so many times."
"You can't be mad at me like that. Even I hugged her. [M] But that was necessary to follow each other in the course of the battle, and it's not like we're nasty."
"Oh, yeah, hey. Because I was fighting real serious, too. But still, get a little nervous. Come on..."
"It's more shocking to think of me as such a difficult, weird guy. And..."
Truth is, I tried to put a word in my mouth that came to mind, and it caught my mind. That's a substitute you'll never speak of if it's the usual truth. But it's also a true honesty, and now I'm going to calculate if I can help booze momentum and say these words.
"And...?
Junko puts out his expectations and turns a hot eye. Seeing that, the truth is, I got stomped off. I'm sure Junko will feel the same way about herself, and she wants to confirm it with words that come out of her true mouth.
"And... to be honest, I was so happy. My heartbeat was quickening. Just remember now..."
In the middle of words, I'll be interrupted again. But at that point, Junko seems very satisfied, spreading a grin to his full face, slowly reaching out to the true.
True takes its pure child's hand and makes it into a desire to lay it over. Junko must want that too, but the truth is he hesitates intensely.
(I'm drowning. I've been avoiding that ever since, but I've been patient and it's ruined here)
But if you behave like that and make Junko feel sorry for herself, I know for a fact that it's like sacrificing her ego.
"Hey...... okay?
Without trying to take Junko's hand, Truth spoke.
"What?
"Only now...... I want to break the ban and have another drink. Today... there was some daylight, and I'm in the mood right now, and I'm in the mood to get a little more drunk. In a good way."
The amount of alcohol I drink to Junko is limited, but now I really feel like getting drunk.
"Fine."
Junko, who accepts lightly.
True adds whiskey to the glass and carries it to the mouth. Junko likewise added to his glass.
"It was fun. Wow. There's nothing unpleasant about it, and you don't have to worry about it."
Again, True lays her hands gently over the hand that Junko stretches out.
"So in the future, we'll have more opportunities for the two of us to act together?
"You've been saying from day to day that you don't want to be on the front line, you want to be thorough with the mastermind, you want to hide and you want to be the one who conspires."
"Hmm... but if True wants, you can stop doing that, too, huh?
Truth often thinks silently about the words of Junko, who is neither joking nor serious.
"Now... now the relationship, breaking is..."
Scary - and the word is true to swallow.
"Oh well. I get it. True you... you have something to aim for. I'm sorry I said something weird in my condition."
My sister stared at me with those eyes, like watching my brother, and Junko said with a soft voice.
"That's not for Yukioka to apologize, either. It's my ego."
True to remember intensely sorry.
Truth is, ever since I stepped into this world, I've been dressed like a pure child to myself. I push my obsession, even my thoughts through.
Junko has been watching over and supporting the truth that keeps me through. I am aware of that. At the bottom of my heart, I appreciate it, and I remember the hindsight.
If I could throw everything away and go back to my old relationship - if I could just go back to being a lover - I would think so many times. But the feeling keeps killing as much as possible. If True does, Junko will blame you for nothing, and you must rather gladly accept it.
"Not very sticky, my vows are about to shake"
True I think it has since I said it. Because of the alcohol, I spilled it.
"An oath?"
"Don't ask me."
"I'm curious. Tell me."
"Until I serve all my purposes, I'm not with you... no, I won't say it after all"
"That's when you've fulfilled all that purpose...?
True did not take his gaze off from Junko, who climbed out on the table and asked with a smile on his face. But I didn't even try to answer.
Junko rises. I thought it was the bathroom, moving from the seat across the street to the true next door, and sitting perfectly by my body.
"So... now when it's done that way..."
"Tell me what you swore, and I'll leave you. Of course, if you don't want to leave, you don't have to tell me. Either way, I'll get it."
Saying with a pranky grin, Junko crept into his true body and put his hand through his true arm.
(Ugh... a mixed spirit of great anger and killing...)
When Junko sneaked back and gazed, the apricot, the guardian spirit of Junko, was looking down at Junko and True, trembling smugly with anger and jealousy.
"What's up?
"No... anything..."
Junko faces back with a bitter laugh.
"The vows... I don't want to tell you now. But one day I will always... teach when it is fulfilled. Keep it for fun then. From you, from other people, it may not be that big of a deal, but if you try it on me, it's very important... it's endlessly difficult."
Speaking while choosing a word, the truth flaunts the glass.
(Or because it's something I've already told Yukioka. Once that is fulfilled, then…)
"Ok......"
Junko nodded with a smile as the truth spoke in her heart.
"I've always been like this, but I'm still happy, hey. True, you're always on your side."
Junko is also pretty dared by the booze momentum. I say things that I can't speak of in the face.
"Of course, if we could just go back like before, we'd be happier. Come on"
"I've been away from you before. My heart."
Junko was never particularly shocked by the true confession. I knew it, and if I did, I had no choice, because there were parts of me that were giving up.
"I've liked another woman twice. At that time, my heart was getting away from you. I wasn't completely away, but I was obsessed with another woman"
Junko looks back as he hears the true story.
Junko grins bitterly again as he squeezes his fist and sees an apricot laughing in a gutsy pose.
"I'm sorry... the devil gave it to me. Why did you say this? Because... but it's a smash. I shouldn't have said."
Unusual for true, I apologize in panic.
"Hmm... I wonder if I can forgive you"
Words are backwards, Junko grinning slightly.
"Let's demand another form of apology and compensation, not words..."
Junko narrows his eyes as he says, bringing his face closer to his true face.
I didn't really feel like fighting it either. Slowly turn your hand around the back of Junko and hold him.
Shortly before his lips touched each other, a cold shock struck them both.
"Hey!?
"What!
Two people who were given literal cold water. That's cold water with lots of ice too.
"Sorry. I accidentally slipped my hand on it. I finished helping Yi at the lab, so I came back early."
"My ancestors..."
When I saw it, beside the box seat, a tired smile filled with malice set up an ice spade (a container containing ice). Midori, who was nearby, has also witnessed the scene of tiredness mixing water in the ice pale.
I felt like Junko nearby had heard something cut in the middle.
Truth stands silently, catches tiredness without question, and takes charge.
"Ouch! Ouch! I'm not so bad.
"Hey, True, calm down."
"Ugh... my true brother, he's never been better."
Pull your tired bodies up on your back and put them on your shoulders, stopping Junko and Midori from making the most of the Argentine backbreaker.
Releasing his tiredness, Truth went out of his way to rampage his tired back kneeling on the floor, then headed upstairs to the inn's own room with suspicious footsteps where his drunkenness wouldn't cool off.