Chapter 29
Chapter 29
Rustle, rustle.
The cloth rubbed against the hard mud, making a teeth-grinding sound.
Suzuki-kun finally stopped by the river and took out a sharp fruit knife from his pocket.
He pushed aside the loose hair on the forehead of the man on the ground, shone the flashlight again and again, and a crazy, happy smile appeared on his lips.
Naoko hid behind the bushes. The white light made Amemiya's face pale. He closed his eyes tightly and seemed to have no reaction.
She hoped that Suzuki-kun had just a toy knife in his hand, or that they were just rehearsing a skit, or something else... anything.
But when Suzuki-kun raised the knife and slashed towards Amemiya's left cheek, she was sure:
Suzuki-kun was crazy!
He made a cross on Amemiya's cheek and stared at the two wounds that were bleeding in the night.
After a long moment, he crouched, greedily sucking the blood from the ground. The rustling sound sent a chill down her spine, and her limbs stiffened.
If this continued, Amamiya-kun would surely be killed.
It was all so quiet; if she shouted here, her classmates would arrive and be able to collect Amamiya's body.
She looked around and finally spotted a golf club, left behind by someone, in the bushes.
The blood was exhilarating, but it also numbed Suzuki's mind, so much so that he didn't notice her approach.
Naoko desperately held her breath, carefully inching her way around him.
His disheveled head rose and fell against Amamiya's chest, his face stained crimson in the moonlight. The grove was so quiet she could only hear the sound of him licking and swallowing.
The fishy odor permeated the riverbank, and she nearly retched.
She aimed the club high at the back of the throbbing head and swung it down with all her might.
With a loud thud, mixed with the crack of a baseball bat, Suzuki fell limply to the ground, his tongue still darting out, licking the air greedily.
His head rolled halfway, causing Naoko to scream in fear, and her legs, like noodles, folded over.
She managed to straighten her legs and kick Suzuki away.
"Amemiya-kun...Amemiya-kun?" She cautiously crawled to Amemiya's side, her voice trembling.
No response.
The pale, holy body lay quietly on the ground, blood soaking his shirt and flowing all over the floor. In the moonlight, he was breathtakingly beautiful—like Snow White from the fairy tale.
No, he's not dead, is he?
She hesitantly placed the back of her hand against his nose.
Although it was slight, she felt a slight swell of air.
She breathed a sigh of relief, still alive.
Just as she was about to pull her hand back, there was a snap, and a cold hand gripped her tightly.
"Naoko?"
A hoarse voice sounded, startling her.
He frowned, bent one knee and sat up from the ground, saying, "Didn't I tell you not to run around at night?"
His tone was as natural as if he was asking what to eat tonight.
"Amamiya-kun... are you, okay?" Her eyes couldn't help but fall on the conspicuous cross wound on his chest.
He didn't answer but asked, "What's the matter with you coming to a place like this?" He
had suffered such a serious injury, and now he was still asking such a trivial question?
Naoko wanted to remind him to tend to his wound, but meeting his gaze, she could only manage a cowardly reply, "I was looking for the restroom and happened to see Suzuki-kun dragging you... into the woods, so I followed to see..."
He followed her horrified gaze, his gaze fixed on Suzuki-kun's face. But after a brief glance, he sneered and averted his gaze, glaring at her angrily, "Mind your own business! Who needs you to come with me?" "
Hey, I'm trying to save you! You almost died just now, don't you know..."
"Shut up." He gripped her wrist and dragged her two quick steps. In the moonlight, Naoko could clearly see his earlobe, which had suddenly turned red.
But after just two steps, he turned back in anger and gave Suzuki-kun a vicious kick, declaring,
"What a filthy, greedy 'rat'." "
The two of them walked one in front and the other behind, along the lakeside towards the bathroom. To be precise, it was Amemiya who dragged Naoko.
She covered her mouth, and only then began to feel scared, and even her calves couldn't help shaking: "Amemiya-kun, Amemiya-kun... should I, should I turn myself in?"
"'Turn myself in'? Kawase Naoko, are you stupid again?"
She wanted to cry but had no tears, with a nervous expression: "But, I hit someone, what if Suzuki-kun died... I did this to save you, Amemiya-kun, you can't just abandon me-"
"How could that "rat" who has been causing harm for thousands of years just die like this." Seeing her face full of tears, he wiped her tears with disgust, "He won't tell anything, there is nothing to be afraid of, idiot. "
When he said this, the hideous wound on his face jumped with the muscles, clinging to that gorgeous face like a maggot on the tarsal bone, looking eroded and spectacular.
"Your face..." she murmured.
"Are you talking about this wound?" He wiped it casually, and the bright crack was wiped off like a stain, "It's just a minor wound."
Naoko widened her eyes: "How could this be... I just saw that he cut two wounds on your face with a knife..."
Judging from the amount of bleeding, these two wounds would not be too shallow.
The expression on Amemiya's face did not change. He interrupted lightly: "It's so far away and the sky is so dark, it's normal for you to see it wrong."
"Oh, is that so..."
"Touch it and try. "As he spoke, he pinched Naoko's wrist with one hand and wiped it on his face.
The blood that was about to coagulate was pushed aside, and the strong smell of blood spread, revealing the smooth and white skin underneath.
There was no wound, no matter where it was, it was so perfect that it was shocking.
She murmured: "This is impossible... Just now, it was clearly..." There was blood all over the floor.
"I said, you saw it wrong." He repeated impatiently, "Aren't you looking for the bathroom? Let's go, I remember it's over there. "
With this interruption, Naoko put the matter behind her and was pushed by him towards the bathroom.
The lonely Suzuki-kun was left there by the two of them.
The fishy scent of Amamiya-kun's blood still lingered between his lips and teeth. He licked his lips, his eyes staring unwillingly at the two figures leaving side by side.
On the way back from the bathroom, Naoko walked in front, but from time to time she looked back in Amamiya's direction.
Just as she was about to turn around, a warm hand rested on her head, and his gentle voice blew into her ears with the night breeze:
"I find that the time I spend with Naoko is very limited."
"How can it be limited? My entire life has been entangled with you, Amamiya-kun," she snorted in dissatisfaction.
From the moment he awoke until now, Amamiya had never been absent from any part of Naoko's life.
This remark somehow struck a chord with him, and he bent over and laughed for a long moment. When she gritted her teeth in anger, he nodded and said, "Oh, it seems so. Naoko, you're like a little white mouse in a cage, unable to escape."
She bristled: "Is such a rude analogy justified?"
What little white mouse...
"It's inevitable." Amamiya lowered his eyes slightly. "It's getting late, Kawase, you should go back and rest."
How could she possibly sleep peacefully after such a terrifying experience? Besides, she wanted to be with Amamiya-kun.
She spoke frankly: "I can't sleep."
"It seems your life is a cycle, Naoko. Is it time to hug me and call me Mommy again?" He snorted. He
must have been referring to Naoko's first words, and when he was asked by the busy Kawase Misato to look after the child.
She had done many embarrassing things, such as hugging him and calling him "Mom," asking him for milk, and begging him for kisses and hugs... probably.
In short, every time he mentioned it, his face was always beaming with joy, as if he had mastered some invincible secret.
She retorted angrily: "Didn't you say it yourself? You only knew me after you were seven years old, so don't mention the past anymore."
"Oh, that's not allowed." Amemiya said deliberately, "I now realize that whether I was before or now, I am still "Amemiya Tomie", right?" He
started to say things that were incomprehensible again.
He washed the blood and mud, and although his hair was messy, he looked like the usual high-spirited Amemiya-kun.
"Don't you want to go back?"
She said sullenly: "No."
Amemiya found a quiet place, sat down, and took the initiative to pat the seat next to him, turning his face away embarrassedly:
"Anyway, lean on me and rest for a while. "
Naoko was really tired and sleepy. She leaned on his chest, smelled the bloody smell and fragrance lingering on his body, listened to his dull and rapid heartbeat, and slipped into sleep.
When she was drowsy, she only felt a gentle hand lifting the strands of hair in front of her eyes.
It was itchy.
She didn't open her eyelids with difficulty until the sky turned pale.
Just as she moved her head, Amemiya's somewhat hoarse voice came: "Naoko, are you finally awake? My arm has been numb from your pillow."
Naoko realized that, as if to prevent her from rolling to another place, he stretched out a hand and caught her head.
"Oh... I'm sorry, Amemiya-kun."
"You look really..." He coughed lightly, "stupid. Why don't you get up quickly? ”
Staying up late made him tired, and his eyes were blue, but he still looked like a weak beauty... Is this the way to describe it?
Amemiya pulled her up and dragged her back to the tent.
The early morning was very quiet. Naoko cleaned herself up and went back into bed, pretending that nothing had happened last night.
It was not until the sun rose that someone found Suzuki-kun fainted by the river.
He was pale, but fortunately he was still breathing. He was urgently called for an ambulance and sent to the hospital.
Because of this accident, everyone took the bus back to school that day.
Naoko was frightened for a few days, afraid that Suzuki-kun would suddenly give her up and put her in jail.
On the contrary, Amemiya-kun looked like nothing had happened, and whispered: "Anyway, he was the one who attacked me first, wasn't he? I won't let you go to jail. It's a good thing that that kind of "rat" didn't die."
"If something really happened, Amemiya-kun, you wouldn't be able to do anything. "She buried her head weakly in her arms and complained weakly.
He put his hand on the back of her neck and rubbed it gently: "I will take Naoko and run away to the ends of the earth."
Rustle, rustle.
The cloth rubbed against the hard mud, making a teeth-grinding sound.
Suzuki-kun finally stopped by the river and took out a sharp fruit knife from his pocket.
He pushed aside the loose hair on the forehead of the man on the ground, shone the flashlight again and again, and a crazy, happy smile appeared on his lips.
Naoko hid behind the bushes. The white light made Amemiya's face pale. He closed his eyes tightly and seemed to have no reaction.
She hoped that Suzuki-kun had just a toy knife in his hand, or that they were just rehearsing a skit, or something else... anything.
But when Suzuki-kun raised the knife and slashed towards Amemiya's left cheek, she was sure:
Suzuki-kun was crazy!
He made a cross on Amemiya's cheek and stared at the two wounds that were bleeding in the night.
After a long moment, he crouched, greedily sucking the blood from the ground. The rustling sound sent a chill down her spine, and her limbs stiffened.
If this continued, Amamiya-kun would surely be killed.
It was all so quiet; if she shouted here, her classmates would arrive and be able to collect Amamiya's body.
She looked around and finally spotted a golf club, left behind by someone, in the bushes.
The blood was exhilarating, but it also numbed Suzuki's mind, so much so that he didn't notice her approach.
Naoko desperately held her breath, carefully inching her way around him.
His disheveled head rose and fell against Amamiya's chest, his face stained crimson in the moonlight. The grove was so quiet she could only hear the sound of him licking and swallowing.
The fishy odor permeated the riverbank, and she nearly retched.
She aimed the club high at the back of the throbbing head and swung it down with all her might.
With a loud thud, mixed with the crack of a baseball bat, Suzuki fell limply to the ground, his tongue still darting out, licking the air greedily.
His head rolled halfway, causing Naoko to scream in fear, and her legs, like noodles, folded over.
She managed to straighten her legs and kick Suzuki away.
"Amemiya-kun...Amemiya-kun?" She cautiously crawled to Amemiya's side, her voice trembling.
No response.
The pale, holy body lay quietly on the ground, blood soaking his shirt and flowing all over the floor. In the moonlight, he was breathtakingly beautiful—like Snow White from the fairy tale.
No, he's not dead, is he?
She hesitantly placed the back of her hand against his nose.
Although it was slight, she felt a slight swell of air.
She breathed a sigh of relief, still alive.
Just as she was about to pull her hand back, there was a snap, and a cold hand gripped her tightly.
"Naoko?"
A hoarse voice sounded, startling her.
He frowned, bent one knee and sat up from the ground, saying, "Didn't I tell you not to run around at night?"
His tone was as natural as if he was asking what to eat tonight.
"Amamiya-kun... are you, okay?" Her eyes couldn't help but fall on the conspicuous cross wound on his chest.
He didn't answer but asked, "What's the matter with you coming to a place like this?" He
had suffered such a serious injury, and now he was still asking such a trivial question?
Naoko wanted to remind him to tend to his wound, but meeting his gaze, she could only manage a cowardly reply, "I was looking for the restroom and happened to see Suzuki-kun dragging you... into the woods, so I followed to see..."
He followed her horrified gaze, his gaze fixed on Suzuki-kun's face. But after a brief glance, he sneered and averted his gaze, glaring at her angrily, "Mind your own business! Who needs you to come with me?" "
Hey, I'm trying to save you! You almost died just now, don't you know..."
"Shut up." He gripped her wrist and dragged her two quick steps. In the moonlight, Naoko could clearly see his earlobe, which had suddenly turned red.
But after just two steps, he turned back in anger and gave Suzuki-kun a vicious kick, declaring,
"What a filthy, greedy 'rat'." "
The two of them walked one in front and the other behind, along the lakeside towards the bathroom. To be precise, it was Amemiya who dragged Naoko.
She covered her mouth, and only then began to feel scared, and even her calves couldn't help shaking: "Amemiya-kun, Amemiya-kun... should I, should I turn myself in?"
"'Turn myself in'? Kawase Naoko, are you stupid again?"
She wanted to cry but had no tears, with a nervous expression: "But, I hit someone, what if Suzuki-kun died... I did this to save you, Amemiya-kun, you can't just abandon me-"
"How could that "rat" who has been causing harm for thousands of years just die like this." Seeing her face full of tears, he wiped her tears with disgust, "He won't tell anything, there is nothing to be afraid of, idiot. "
When he said this, the hideous wound on his face jumped with the muscles, clinging to that gorgeous face like a maggot on the tarsal bone, looking eroded and spectacular.
"Your face..." she murmured.
"Are you talking about this wound?" He wiped it casually, and the bright crack was wiped off like a stain, "It's just a minor wound."
Naoko widened her eyes: "How could this be... I just saw that he cut two wounds on your face with a knife..."
Judging from the amount of bleeding, these two wounds would not be too shallow.
The expression on Amemiya's face did not change. He interrupted lightly: "It's so far away and the sky is so dark, it's normal for you to see it wrong."
"Oh, is that so..."
"Touch it and try. "As he spoke, he pinched Naoko's wrist with one hand and wiped it on his face.
The blood that was about to coagulate was pushed aside, and the strong smell of blood spread, revealing the smooth and white skin underneath.
There was no wound, no matter where it was, it was so perfect that it was shocking.
She murmured: "This is impossible... Just now, it was clearly..." There was blood all over the floor.
"I said, you saw it wrong." He repeated impatiently, "Aren't you looking for the bathroom? Let's go, I remember it's over there. "
With this interruption, Naoko put the matter behind her and was pushed by him towards the bathroom.
The lonely Suzuki-kun was left there by the two of them.
The fishy scent of Amamiya-kun's blood still lingered between his lips and teeth. He licked his lips, his eyes staring unwillingly at the two figures leaving side by side.
On the way back from the bathroom, Naoko walked in front, but from time to time she looked back in Amamiya's direction.
Just as she was about to turn around, a warm hand rested on her head, and his gentle voice blew into her ears with the night breeze:
"I find that the time I spend with Naoko is very limited."
"How can it be limited? My entire life has been entangled with you, Amamiya-kun," she snorted in dissatisfaction.
From the moment he awoke until now, Amamiya had never been absent from any part of Naoko's life.
This remark somehow struck a chord with him, and he bent over and laughed for a long moment. When she gritted her teeth in anger, he nodded and said, "Oh, it seems so. Naoko, you're like a little white mouse in a cage, unable to escape."
She bristled: "Is such a rude analogy justified?"
What little white mouse...
"It's inevitable." Amamiya lowered his eyes slightly. "It's getting late, Kawase, you should go back and rest."
How could she possibly sleep peacefully after such a terrifying experience? Besides, she wanted to be with Amamiya-kun.
She spoke frankly: "I can't sleep."
"It seems your life is a cycle, Naoko. Is it time to hug me and call me Mommy again?" He snorted. He
must have been referring to Naoko's first words, and when he was asked by the busy Kawase Misato to look after the child.
She had done many embarrassing things, such as hugging him and calling him "Mom," asking him for milk, and begging him for kisses and hugs... probably.
In short, every time he mentioned it, his face was always beaming with joy, as if he had mastered some invincible secret.
She retorted angrily: "Didn't you say it yourself? You only knew me after you were seven years old, so don't mention the past anymore."
"Oh, that's not allowed." Amemiya said deliberately, "I now realize that whether I was before or now, I am still "Amemiya Tomie", right?" He
started to say things that were incomprehensible again.
He washed the blood and mud, and although his hair was messy, he looked like the usual high-spirited Amemiya-kun.
"Don't you want to go back?"
She said sullenly: "No."
Amemiya found a quiet place, sat down, and took the initiative to pat the seat next to him, turning his face away embarrassedly:
"Anyway, lean on me and rest for a while. "
Naoko was really tired and sleepy. She leaned on his chest, smelled the bloody smell and fragrance lingering on his body, listened to his dull and rapid heartbeat, and slipped into sleep.
When she was drowsy, she only felt a gentle hand lifting the strands of hair in front of her eyes.
It was itchy.
She didn't open her eyelids with difficulty until the sky turned pale.
Just as she moved her head, Amemiya's somewhat hoarse voice came: "Naoko, are you finally awake? My arm has been numb from your pillow."
Naoko realized that, as if to prevent her from rolling to another place, he stretched out a hand and caught her head.
"Oh... I'm sorry, Amemiya-kun."
"You look really..." He coughed lightly, "stupid. Why don't you get up quickly? ”
Staying up late made him tired, and his eyes were blue, but he still looked like a weak beauty... Is this the way to describe it?
Amemiya pulled her up and dragged her back to the tent.
The early morning was very quiet. Naoko cleaned herself up and went back into bed, pretending that nothing had happened last night.
It was not until the sun rose that someone found Suzuki-kun fainted by the river.
He was pale, but fortunately he was still breathing. He was urgently called for an ambulance and sent to the hospital.
Because of this accident, everyone took the bus back to school that day.
Naoko was frightened for a few days, afraid that Suzuki-kun would suddenly give her up and put her in jail.
On the contrary, Amemiya-kun looked like nothing had happened, and whispered: "Anyway, he was the one who attacked me first, wasn't he? I won't let you go to jail. It's a good thing that that kind of "rat" didn't die."
"If something really happened, Amemiya-kun, you wouldn't be able to do anything. "She buried her head weakly in her arms and complained weakly.
He put his hand on the back of her neck and rubbed it gently: "I will take Naoko and run away to the ends of the earth."
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