"... have you settled down a little?
"... Yes, I can manage"
Rubbing my nose, I nodded.
How long have you cried? The emotional rampage, which seemed unending, was slightly but calm, and at the end of the day, the tears withered.
"Um... Kuzha... Hit!?
Kuzha-chan hits me in the forehead with his mouth open without even knowing what to say. Because I was angry, I was strong.
"Convinced on your own, you're gone on your own... I'm sure Mr. Alger is a bad friend"
"Ugh... sorry..."
"I don't want to get involved, I can't believe... such kindness, I don't want to. Because I'm here because I want to get involved."
"But I... don't want everyone to get hurt..."
"... Mr. Alger, don't you think that applies to you, too?
"Huh...?
Tilt her neck without knowing what the word said meant, Kuzha shook her head, saying, oh man,
"Even if we don't want Mr. Alger to get hurt, that's what he thinks."
"Ah..."
"Even we care about Algiers so that Mr. Algiers can take care of us. Otherwise, you wouldn't be following me here."
No word of denial came out.
Because I already know it's the right thing to do.
Everyone followed me this far and came to help me with all this on my own.
You know, if you didn't care about me, you couldn't have.
"Mr. Alger is so sweet that he can cry for someone, and so clumsy that he only knows how to reduce himself... so he can't leave me alone"
"Ugh... sorry, do..."
"I have to apologize to everyone properly, too. But before I do... I'll help Alger do what he wants to do again."
"... but aren't you angry anymore?
"Don't worry, I'm still mad at Cancún."
"Oh, I'm sorry..."
While I'm at it, Kuzha-chan's pissed me off and I've been snuggling for a long time.
I can't feel flat, as usual, saying that I've been feeling weak since I cried. Even myself, so much so that I'm confused by my changes.
... Since when have you been so bad at moving your feelings?
In retrospect, I feel like there have been times when I have been unable to control my feelings properly for a long time. I feel terribly embarrassed when I become aware of it.
"Uh... Kuzha, well..."
"We'll talk about it later. Now, we're going to do something about that soggy face."
Unlike me, Kuzha looks pretty neat.
and when she gently broke her own clothes, she turned her fox-colored eyes to this one,
"I have a lot to say and I want to hear. But first I'll give this blood to Mr. Alger to make up for it."
"Kyu, do you mean suck blood?
"Yes. 'Cause Mr. Alger, you're not telling me from yourself. Blood sucking is important because you must be tired from earlier battles."
"... but sucking blood from friends..."
"It's because we're friends."
In my hesitant hand, Kuzha's hand overlaps.
Small, but warm. As if it were her heart.
"Whether it bothers you, fights, or thinks you have no choice... still, I think you like it. So..."
"Kuzha..."
"... come, Mr. Alger"
I no longer resisted being drawn. [M]
What's in my head is the word Mr. Iris gave me. I remember being told that I could count on someone.
"... thank you, Kuzha"
Being able to hold you, with pleasure.
I stuck my fangs up my friend's neck.
"Ha...!
In my ear, I hear voices I'm used to hearing.
I've heard it many times before, and I'm used to hearing it badly.
Embracing her body, I made a wound to her.
and if you include the puffy overflowing blood in your mouth, it's sweet, hot.
"Mm, ku... kuru..."
I suck so hard, I snap my throat so many times. [M]
... delicious.
The feeling of taking in the opponent's temperature and making it your own.
The temperature spreads from the back of my stomach and my heart fills up.
Feeling relieved by the feeling of being embraced, I lose my reluctance.
The feeling of getting your fangs up for the first time stirs up terrible excitement for a friend you've been traveling with.
"Mm-hmm... Mr. Alger... hmm..."
"Juru, thank you... Hmm... Kuzha, it's delicious..."
The roaring sound of your throat echoes over and over, and Kuzha's little body trembles. I have a voice that sounds wet, even sloppy.
The sweet voice and the taste of blood paralyse the brain, making it hot to the heart. If you crawl your tongue on the scar like a replacement, it will be stronger and sweeter, spreading deeper and thicker in your mouth.
"Chu, koku, kokun... pu..."
"Ku, uhh... Ah, Algiers... uhh..."
Sweet, gentle, hot.
Kuzha trembles and leaks her sweet voice, but I can't wait to think she's cute.
Make a noise of bad behavior with Pippi, and I'll taste her blood.
"Ha, ha... Mr. Alger... Suki, suki no..."
"Mmm, kuzha...... kooky, yummy, wow..."
I want to give you a hug for the taste of blood, your voice, your plumpness.
Try to devour acceptable happiness, and I will throat. [M]
Kuzha's temperature, her life, she can't wait to play it in the back of her stomach. The stinging thing paralyzes the whole body, filling the brain with happiness.
Dreaming comfortably, I held Kuzha and sipped her blood.
"Mm-hmm... chu, mmm..."
"... ah, uh... ah..."
"Ah... oh, I'm sorry, Kuzha! It hurts. It hurts!
Even though it was accepted, I was too obsessed. I rushed to restore magic to Kuzha, who began to lose her power.
Slightly, did the hematopoietic effect come out, Kuzha sighed,
"After all, when you suck blood, your strength drains..."
"Uh... oh, I'm sorry... um, I smoked a little too much..."
"You've been apologizing just now, haven't you?
To this apology, which will be several times, Kuzha laughs in the way that she doesn't have to worry about it.
"You like me, and this is what I'm doing. So... I'm more than happy to accept you."
"... thank you, Kuzha"
"Yeah. You're welcome.... you're not on your own anymore?
"... Yes"
If we get this far, I can understand even the blunt.
I'm already important to Kuzha. So whatever I think, whatever I say, she worries about me on her own, and she follows me on her own.
Even if they think I'm worthless, they don't, they take care of me.
"... I won't leave you anymore."
And that must be the same for me.
If Kuzha is in danger, even if she says she's fine, I won't be fine.
If she was crying, you'd want to be on your side, even if she said she wanted you to leave her alone.
There's nothing I can do about that, just like Kuzha just now.
"Friends, so"
Even though I knew it as a word, it was probably the first time I had ever spoken the word 'friend' that I didn't understand.
The muddy hands of the person you are touching come back one by one. Even just that makes me feel terribly relieved.
"... I won't let you go anymore. Very often."
"... Yes. That's fine. Yeah... me too... that's good."
The affirmations that have overflowed from the back of my mind are too natural.
Also, there were tears with the words.