kitchen

Jiqi curled up in the cold corner, the flickering lights above his head illuminated his pale face, he pinched the cold wooden chopsticks, and took a small bite of the food that he picked up little by little after the plate was scattered on the ground, although it was not so clean, and even mixed with some glass shards, but at this moment he had no other choice. The hunger in his belly and the strong desire to survive were like demons that kept driving him away, driving him to eat the dinner that should have been thrown away. He hadn't suffered from a similar situation before, when he lived in the slums with his mother, eating other people's leftovers was a common thing, but now it's just a little worse, and it's not a big deal. He laughed self-deprecatingly in his heart, but his eyes were like blowing into the wind and sand, and tears of grievance kept oozing out, falling into the food that had been mixed with the unrecognizable taste, and there was a faint salty taste in every bite.

He took a small bite of the dinner he had made almost in an afternoon, the dinner for one that he had made for her wholeheartedly, because of the ingredients, from the beginning Ji Qi knew that the food he made was only enough for one person to enjoy, although his inner desire told him that the other party did not like to eat human food, this meal was yours, why should it be served to her? But he knew that if he did what his heart wanted, he would not be able to do what he said. Love is to give without asking for anything in return, if you can't even pay much, how can you make the other party feel your sincerity. But Ji Qi's gesture like a fool was not exchanged for the other party's empathetic touch, and what he got was not a smile and thanks, but a darkness that bordered on despair. Thinking of this, he looked at the lamp above his head, and smiled weakly with his bitter, dry mouth. He didn't know where he did wrong or what he didn't do well, but he just felt hopelessly that no matter what he did or said, it was useless in the eyes of the other party, because the other party was the deep sea! It's not a ship girl or a young and ignorant girl, just like you can never wake up a person who is pretending to be asleep, and you can never save a deep sea that has been eroded by killing and indifference. Anything you do for her, you can't get even the slightest touch from her, she will only look at you stunned, I don't know what this means to you, just like a stone that can't speak and has no emotion, no matter how much you confide in her, she only responds to you cold. Even if you warm her up with your body temperature every day, when you leave in the end, you can only feel the heat flowing quickly.

Maybe this is the deep sea, Ji Qi muttered as he leaned against the cold corner, now finally knowing the origin of the words "ferociousness and brutality" in the textbook description of the deep sea, not out of thin air, but as it is. You open your chest and reveal your true heart to her, but they will not be touched in any way, they will only eat your heart in one bite, and there will be no hesitation and reluctance. As the teachers who taught the Admirals told, they are monsters without reason and emotion, and it is impossible to influence them by love, so there will always be war between humanity and the deep sea, and there will be no peace. At that time, he was even skeptical of such a truth, and now he understands how naïve he was at that time, and how cruel the real reality was.

So how long can you last here? Jiqi sighed, and he stared blankly at the pale ceiling, his pupils dim as a dry well.

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Yamato sat on the sofa, in front of her was the floor-to-ceiling window that had been shrouded in darkness, it was already late at night, and she didn't have the slightest desire to sleep, she stared at the twinkling stars outside the window in a daze, there was no trace of brilliance in her dark eyes, she felt inexplicably uncomfortable now, and her heart seemed to be blocked by a stone, heavy and stuffy. She didn't know what she had just done, but she felt like the camera was in a nightmare, in which she was so hard that she stuck a thin boy whose face he couldn't see clearly, and he smiled bitterly at her, his eyes as clear as clear water. After waking up, she found that the ground that was originally bright enough to be used as a mirror was scattered with countless leftovers, exuding the heat and fragrance of food, while he was lying on the ground panting, cleaning up the food on the floor little by little, with helplessness and grievances in the corners of his eyes, like a child who was bullied and cried, revealing a pitiful appearance. She stood dumbfounded, unaware of what had just happened.

Perhaps, just like in his dream, he ruthlessly knocked over the food sent by the other party, and his eyes pinched his neck coldly, as if he might lose his breath with a little force. Did you really do that much to him? Yamato didn't know if it was a dream or reality, she looked down at the sauce left on the low table, it was shining in the light, she reached out and dipped it lightly, and put it in her mouth. In an instant, a rich fragrance permeated the mouth and tongue, with residual heat and sweetness, and melted into the liquid bit by bit. She looked stupidly at her outstretched fingers, only to realize that the other party's cooking was so delicious, surpassing everything she had eaten when she was a ship girl. And he ruthlessly destroyed everything with his own hands, not caring at all about everything the other party paid in this meal.

She remembered that there weren't many ingredients in the freezer, and it seemed that Carmel had asked someone to put them in when she had sent her last supplies before leaving. And he and Atago don't have the habit of eating, and as a deep sea, they don't need to eat, but just to sustain their lives, they will eat various resources as snacks. So after so many days, the room at the end of the hallway was pushed open by anyone, and he was the first person to go in so long, the first to use the utensils there. And he was like destroying something indifferent, obliterating all his intentions for himself, and even almost killing him, no wonder he was so sad when he left, although he was still smiling, but there was endless rain in his pupils, drenching his whole body.

I really ...... It's very annoying, Yamato stood up and looked at the messy ground, and scolded herself in her heart, although she is a deep sea, she still retains the original side of the ship's mother, and although she will not show mercy to the excellent admiral, she will not be humiliated. But for that person, her firm heart began to waver, like a balance that had been put on weight, swaying from side to side, slowly tilting towards the other side that she had never experienced. She turned and walked out of the room, which was open to a fan-shaped hallway, surrounded by numerous transparent floor-to-ceiling windows.

The waves crash against the shore at night, and chirping seabirds spread their wings in the moonlight and skim over the sparkling waters.

It's late at night, which room does he sleep in? Yamato asked in her heart as she stepped on the soft carpet, because of tonight's accident, she didn't arrange a room for Jiji, but she had a strong premonition that the other party would stay at the end of the road that she had never been to.

She walked quickly, and the cold moonlight outside the window dragged her figure.

Finally turning a corner, she finally saw the room covered in cobwebs and dust, the door was open, and through the crack in the door she could faintly see the blue light and the humming freezer, but nothing else.

Yamato pushed the door open, and the moonlight shone in along the doorway. Curled up in the intertwined lines of light and darkness was a thin figure, hugging himself tightly, his feet bent like a baby in his mother's arms, and his plain face was even whiter against the moonlight. She approached little by little, the clogs on her feet stepping on the moonlight.

Is this where he sleeps? Yamato looked at the other party's body trembling slightly because of the cold, and sighed in a daze. He's really a fool, not smart at all, just looking for a place casually, not even a sheet. Obviously, it is not summer now, and there is no heat at night, there is only the cold of autumn, and he plans to spend the cold autumn night like this. She kept counting the other party's stupidity in her heart, but with every word, the congestion in her heart became more and more serious, and not even a drop of water could flow.

She slowly crouched down and looked at his quiet side face in the moonlight. According to Carmel's information, he has only been an adult for a short time, and he is only ...... A child, but such a young and immature existence, but as mature and resolute as a mountain. He did not hesitate to sacrifice himself for his ship's mother, as if there was nothing more precious in his eyes than his ship's girl, including his own life that had just begun.

She reached out and gently touched the side of Jiqi's face, and the left hand that had slipped from her body was a deep red in the moonlight, and she could clearly see it through the black strips of cloth. Yamato lowered his head to look at the red mass, and slowly reached out to untie the strip of cloth that was tied haphazardly, under the strip of cloth was some blurry flesh, and the blood that had coagulated was crisscrossed on the back of his hand, and his whole hand was occupied by such a bright red.

This must have been injured while he was cooking, Yamato said silently, turning her head slightly, and at her feet was an almost empty dinner plate, the glass crumbs in it flickered, and on the side were the remaining grains of rice. Did he eat all the food he had knocked over in the place? No...... Anything else? Could he ...... Just made that meal? Yamato's eyes stared at the plates neatly arranged in the corner, and his heart surged with sourness that he had never felt before. Yes, there are only so many things in the freezer, it is difficult to make a meal, and there is a second one. That is to say, he was ready to go hungry from the beginning, and gave himself the only share, but he refused, so cold and ruthless, that he did not even give him the slightest chance to explain. Thinking of this, Yamato's eyes condensed with tears, crystal clear and brilliant, glowing in the moonlight. She finally knows what kind of fool Atgo is, what kind of fool she says can die for love. That's it, I will only pay silently behind my back, and I never think about rewarding.

So when he meets himself, he will not hesitate to stand up and sacrifice, because he was born as a candle, and he has been burning his life to illuminate everyone around him, even if it burns out, it doesn't matter if it falls to the bottom of the sea and goes out, as long as it can emit the last bit of light, a trace of warmth, as long as the light and heat can warm the people he loves, he himself will not care about anything.

She had said before that all admirals lived for themselves, and now she realized that she was wrong, completely wrong. At least he's not, he's always lived for the shipwreck he loves, fool.