Sumi de ii Desu. Kamawanaide Kudasai

A god asks the woman.

"How long will it last?"

The woman across the street who was asked that question answers.

"All the time."

And the woman laughed.

God asks.

"Is it Siawasse"

says the woman.

"Happy."

And the woman laughs.

God also asks.

"How long will it last?"

The woman answers quietly.

"Until he turns to me."

"Is It Not Enough Yet"

"Not enough."

There's no laughter in the face of the woman who answered that.

'Oh... I shouldn't have changed space-time (Toki). Compassion, etc... Somebody, somebody wish me...'

"He wants to move on Toki"

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Quiet large hall.

There are drunken men here and there.

Chun, Chun

I hear a sparrow roar from afar.

It's morning.

Though I think about that in the corner of my head, the wild daisies that I slept with at some point wake up.

……

In all the noise, I only remember the wind on my knees, so apparently I fell asleep.

Or...

"Ha-ha-nah..."

This feeling of being tightened to something.

I want to get up, but unfortunately it seems to be someone's pillow and I can't move. Because he is sleeping, there is no sign or feeling that the wind is on his knees.

Who is this?

The other chest plate is hitting my face, so I can't see who it is unless I turn up. So I decided to take a quick peek.

Who is it - who is it?

Who are you... Oh, my God.

"No on the ribbon."

……

It was Brother Ribbon.

Speak up and you won't wake up at all.

You're sleeping pretty deep, and you're not even freaking out if I move my body with Choi Choi. From the chest that is hitting my ears, I hear very calm heart sounds with tokes, tokes, tokes.

Hmm.

"Sassama"

"Ugh..."

If it was summer, it would be me, but it is a cold winter morning, so my human skin is very warm.

I can't even wake you up...

So far, there's no sign that Brother Yi will wake up at all, and maybe if someone else wakes up, I should call him at that time.

Even though I was worried about it, I realized it was actually muddy and warm, because my brain and body sounded a dazzling alarm that I wanted to stay slow, but it was late.

Well, I couldn't stop talking about people because I had my arm around your brother's back in the first place. Yes.

[incomprehensible]

Jeez, I notice the discomfort on my left hand.

It feels like Brother Ribbon's left hand is wrapped around a temperate object. An object, a hand?

Uh, whose.

I lay down on my right side, so my right arm is in front of my chest with Brother Ribbon.

I was curious, so I decided to put my arm on the tatami and raise my face slightly to see the back of my brother.

That's how I saw it.

"Ah. hehe, brother i sama..."

Even as he closed his eyes and slept, it was Brother Shimizu who was at the end of his gripping hand. She is sleeping with Suyasuya but she looks a little upset. Plus my mouth is small ~ open and a little cute. He's always a grown brother, so seeing him like this gives birth to weird motherhood. Oh, but it's beautiful.

But it is unclear what led to this situation. Where did the real wind go?

"Nodaisy..."

"! Huh, yes"

Brother Shimizu spoke while sleeping.

"No."

What?

………

"Sama."

"Sue..."

For now, I wonder what I'm dreaming about in vain, but it's so fresh because I've never heard my brother Yi say anything in my sleep, and I'm filled with the mysterious thrill of hearing people say anything in their sleep.

But my hands are pounding and warm.

Relieved temperature. If Brother Ujino is your mother, is Brother Shimizu your father?

... No, but don't you have a father at your age? Brother Shimizu, I'm 26 years old, and I'm only 10 years old. Speaking of which, even Brother Ujino is not too old.

Well, anyway,

"I love it."

"... mmm..."

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In his little world, he had a mother.

Although the villagers were also neighboring grandparents and grandmothers, there was always a mother in the heart of his world.

Gentle but strong, the light of the world.

"It's a grilled fish for dinner. You're not gonna leave it, are you?

"Yeah!"

"haha, good reply"

Inside a small wooden bungalow with a fragrant smell.

Such a conversation between mother and child, which is exchanged in the evening, is peace itself.

"I'll have it."

"Yes, eat it"

But my father is not there.

I'm going to work now, so it doesn't mean he literally doesn't have a father from birth.

I don't know exactly because I ask my mother how well she's doing.

'Mm-hmm. He was a rich bong.'

And one day, when he insisted on hearing about my father, I zeroed that word with Polo, so I only knew that he was rich.

And one more thing.

'Steady... you didn't look like your mother at all. You look terribly pretty on your face and all that.'

Who's that guy?

"Hmm."

"Right?

"If you say so..."

"Then?"

"Stupid, stupid, but belly-black. That's already the color of the gut, black from corner to corner. The Great Demon! So scary, so hateful, so half of my body... no, it's like it's all made of disgust. '

"He's my favorite."

Unless it was my fault, I think I only said pretty bad things from start to finish.

"Do you like it?

"Well."

But when I suddenly thought I was smiling, I said, "I love you," so he didn't know why.

For now, I wondered why I liked someone like that, but somehow he figured out, without being told, that the person my mother said was my "father".

"I like the big one."

"It's not me, is it? Me."

"... I'd like a big one."

"How's it going? How's it going?"

And my mother wanted me to call her "I".

If you try him, "I" is easier to say, and the men of the village where I live also say "I", so I recognize that as a matter of course.

"I can't do that?

"You can't because you look even more like that bastard. At least you want me to look like you, don't you?

His little world was so full of peace.

I have a kind and energetic mother, and I get along well with the people in the village where I live.

There's nothing to contend with, and there's a lot of food, even though it's not enough to overflow in a land rich in nature.

I said, "It's okay with me."

"No, no, no, no. Hey, that's all we're talking about here, right? Mother, I adore a man's" I "~"

"What?"

"Yes. It's adorable"

"But you liked her, didn't you? Wouldn't it be nice if he looked like you?

"Ugh. It's..."

"What's that?

'Cause you're gonna miss me.

But although I am now at peace and happy, I still didn't know if I was happy for my mother.

It is too difficult to understand even if it is not small.

"Can't you see me?

"Mmm. Well, hey..."

A mother who vomits words like a sigh.

Next, however,

"It would be enough to see you in your dreams."

And I smiled at this one when I only stood my index finger and middle finger.

"Hey, what's with the face?"

If you like your father, I wish he was with you, and then I wonder why he's not with you.

"Hey. Will you stay with your mother the whole time?

"Yeah, I'm here."

"Fool. Just make a daughter-in-law and nest, you idiot."

I can't fill my father's hole, but from now on, I wish I could make my mother happier.

That's what he thought.

"Kim, kim"

It was a full moon night.

When I spent about a few moments with my mother about sleeping. If he woke up shaking his body, he had a knife in his hand with a black cloth and some kind of literature, and his mother was next to him, sitting back as if she were playing hide and seek.

"Okay? Put this on and get out of the back quietly. Never make a sound. Don't let them find you."

"This is your father's knife. Don't let go of me."

"What's going on?

I was forced by my mother to hold a knife wrapped in a black cloth and pressed.

All of a sudden, words of doubt speak.

"You may find your mother with you, so go alone, little one. Can you?"

"Can you...?

"Get out of the village and go far away."

"Why?"

"Looks like my dad's wife is looking for something special. So run."

"Why?"

- Oh, gosh.

As soon as I do, I hear a grass near the house shaken by something that is not the wind.

At the same time, my mother's complexion changed.

That was such a hard look to describe, which seemed rugged and sad.

"Quickly."

"Nah,"

"For the rest of my mother's life."

"But"

"Go, fresh water! Come on!"

In that mother's desperate phase, her body reacts and moves before her head.

I wonder why my mother's voice sounded oddly on his tympanic membrane when it shouldn't even be that loud.

It's not 'go,'

I wonder why I heard 'Live'.

"Yeah, but maybe we really wanted to be together the whole time"

I felt like I could hear him sneaking out of his back, in the ears of fresh water, whining like that, maybe because of his mind.

Dim night.

"Bad for the good, but it becomes a spark of contention. So... did you finish the kid?

"That's it."

Several men gather around a small bungalow to talk about something.

Feels like I saw it. The men were somewhere neat, not as civilians. It can also be described as a martial arts outfit.

A big man spat noisy words.

(... kaaah.)

Now the appearance of fresh water is not in the direction it was heading earlier.

My mother was still worried. He was coming back near the house. Worried, or because I became anxious.

There are still children there.

It would be natural.

But even such a child had unconsciously kept the promise that her mother was desperate to say, 'Don't be found.'

Grass trees hide him well enough to cover his body of fresh water.

And his eyes peeking from among those grass trees were straight at what the men looked like.

"... because a woman never breaks her mouth"

"I'm in trouble in case they say so."

And the man that bound him said, There came out of the house one man that was in charge of something big and firm, and one man with a large wipe like a sack.

Fresh water sees the night sky.

Now there's just a cloud on the moon, so the men look dark and I don't really see what they have or what it is.

I wonder what.

and fresh water gaze closely.

"So I'm asking you what's going on"

Again the man listens in frustration.

Then the opponent threw something like a bag on the ground.

At the same time a cloud leaves the moon and illuminates the man's face.

"I killed him"

Blood on your cheeks, but proudly speaking, its unusual and creepy,

"Neck."

To the words, the man who was asking, looked incredible.

"What have you done to me? You!!

"is what..."

"It's just the kids! You can't kill a woman if you know better!!

"That's why you bury it."

"To the dirt"

Hear the words, and the men move out.

━━━…

But contrary to that, the fresh water brain had stopped moving.

I didn't want it for him right now, such as thinking heads.

He also stopped closing his eyes.

... were you stopping it?

No, you're not.

I want to close my eyes but I can't close them.

I don't want to see it, but I do.

I'll never see my mother again.

My mother's last appearance.

"But why are you such a woman and child?"

"Yes, what about the child? I wouldn't have done it."

"From what I've heard, the kid seems to have the same dark hair as the boss. I guess they look alike on the surface. I'm sure."

"Then can it be easily found?... Oh, wait. Aren't they hiding it from the villagers?

"Enough. Move your hands. The villagers will notice."

Doss.

Parallax...

Holes in the ground with the carcass are blocked.

The blocked ground place was a little buzzing, so the men covered grass and branches to hide the unnatural place.

"All right, I'm pulling up already today. The villagers are asleep too, but it's just annoying to be noticed. A man was carrying water at the entrance to the village earlier."

"Thank you for your hard work at this late hour."

"And joy eight. The villagers will never hide their children. I don't think a woman would tell a child to hide it from someone."

The man called Heihachi by the big man puts his neck up.

"How do you know?"

"That's the kind of woman I am. If you hide the child, the man you hide must also kill us. Everywhere... she's a stupid woman."

"Ha ha..."

In that mouthful as if I knew a woman, Kihachi was a little confused.

In that way, the man he was talking to opens his mouth looking out of the village when he laughs with his nose.

"Anyway. You wouldn't be going that far on a child's feet. You'll find it tomorrow."

"Let's go."

So when we ended the conversation, the men left the house just saying they had nothing more to do with it.

After that few moments.

"Oh..."

Little whine, disappear into the air.

Fresh water, both physically and mentally exhausted, lost its mind on the spot as it was illuminated by the light of the full moon.

"Hey, wake up, fresh water."

Someone calls me by my name.

A warm inorganic object also makes me uncomfortable with the feeling that I'm wrapping myself up.

…

What is it?

And when I woke up thinking, it was a fine room, not outside the house where that mother was buried, with a splendid futon not worn out and a white monobloc wrapping herself. Asahi Yang is leaking out the window in the room.

Where are we? I quickly woke up my torso and looked around.

And right in front of you,

"How are you feeling?"

A strong man sat smiling, with gray mixed hair.

"You're in a hurry because you're not getting out of the village."

…

That's what the guy with the gray mixed hair says as he frowns at his roots.

Shimizu felt a little fear for the man who casually called his name.

Who is this man?

What am I going to do with myself?

My mother,

"Fresh water. You hear me?

Will this man also try to kill himself?

But where I lived anyway, there's no point in living in this world anymore.

I don't have a mother.

It would be the same as being alive or dead.

When the man looked sad at the fresh water he wouldn't answer even if he asked, he moved his leg, which was worn a Walrus, and took his seat.

I know it's hard right now, but listen to me.

"... what"

Turn your face to a man like you say everything is depressing.

But the man didn't give a shit about that attitude, so he kept talking.

"I used to know your mother under the castle. I can't tell you why, but you're going to be bought by me today."

"What?"

You know my mother?

Buy it?

"I've been lending you money for a long time, but it's time to make a promise. This is a brothel. A man holds a woman in a playground. I was asked to work as a playboy, fresh water. I'm officially still bald."

That being said, the man breathed with his eyes closed. In contrast, the eyes of fresh water are patchy and open, blinking repeatedly. Like I don't believe it.

This man is saying something very funny.

Yukou?

That's the worst place for people in trouble for money to sell humans. And the sold man holds the woman shallow with no response. Keep hugging. That's the place. That's why it's funny that I work there.

Because... who and this guy made a promise and who sold them to?

I am already alone. I have so much trouble with the money that I don't remember selling myself.

You mean my mother... sold me to my mother, myself.

…

Fu, I see a knife I left from my mother next to the futon.

"Fresh water..."

"Don't... do that, if that's about it!

Fresh water takes the knife.

"!! Stop it"

Grr.

Did the man reach out to stop but one foot too late?

At the next moment, the white monogarment worn by fresh water was covered in bright red blood, and blood was also on his hands with his sword. The blood is out of the belly, and the knife is stabbed in the belly again.

I was hungry.

"Oh, yes, it is."

……

"And so, let it go, it's okay."

Blood is coming out of the wound a little bit.

But the man's hand, which he tried to stop, slowly withdrew. It's not like I didn't make it.

The moment the hand moves, the look, the fresh water stabs itself, the man understands.

The man laughs quietly, gently.

"You, you want to live"

"Nah... why"

Surely blood is out of fresh water. Because I stabbed myself in the stomach. Just because you stabbed him in it doesn't mean he'll die soon enough. It takes some time.

But of fresh water, it was not bleeding enough to die. The place where the stab was stabbed is also off the steeple. You can't end up dead.

It was shallow. The wound.

I can also see my hand with a knife trembling in small pieces.

"You want to live, right?

No, no, no.

He calls out in his head.

"Me ha."

Guru.

Stab the knife in the belly again.

The man reaches for his head as he meditates his eyes on that fresh water action. This time it didn't even go into a stop.

My hands stroking my little head are loose and unsuitable for my face.

"Your heart wants to live."

Gurgh.

But I take the knife away from my stomach like I said I couldn't hear a word like that, and again, I cut my stomach for the third time just because this was the last time I tried to kill myself.

However,

"So your little hand doesn't go any further."

"No."

From the eyes of fresh water with the knife clenched, the grains of tears overflow. Shizuku wetting her cheeks falls into her bloody hands and gently washes away the redness of her hands.

At the same time a man's hand wrapped his hand, shaking with a knife.

"Okay. Stop cleaning that up with thoughts like," Because I'm weak, "" Because I'm not ready, "" Because I don't have the courage. "

"Chi... ugh"

"To die, don't be brave. Don't be prepared. Not to mention killing yourself."

"I was asked by your mother. He wants me to live and protect him. In any way. What did your mother say at the end of the day?"

Mother...

Mother,

Don't let them find you.

"Live."

"Fresh water"

"Mother..."

"Well, put the knife down for now. You have to block the wounds too, so make yourself comfortable. - Whoa! Ribbon! Bring me the treatment box!

When I say that, I call someone out loud.

And soon there was a bump and footsteps, and one of them came to the room.

"Yes, hold it... wow! Somehow that blood!

What showed up was a beautiful boy with green hair.

"... your horse"

"Whoa horse!? No, no, you're making fun of me!? You're lying. Absolutely!

Go back to breakfast.

Call me, you son of a bitch.

That's how he complained, but the boy, called Ribbon, left the room less than a few minutes later.

When the man confirms that the boy has completely left, he takes off his fresh water monoclothes and begins treatment.

"Well, hey, you hadn't named me yet"

"Sticky."

"It's Longyi, the owner of this brothel. Say hello."