CHAPTER XXXI

Out of breath......

Ikekawa Nai held the hand around her neck in vain, charged her arms and knees to attack the opponent's weak position, and even tried to twist the position between the two with the explosive power of her waist to get rid of the confinement on her neck.

But either way, it was easily dissolved by gin.

With only one hand, he pressed the opponent's waist that was rising with strength, and pressed the knee that came with him with his hand crutch, and after suppressing the attack, the man looked at the pair of heterochromatic pupils that had become wet, and sneered, "In vain." ”

He pulled his arm up, grabbed the hand that Ikekawa Na struggled to break off the restraint on his neck, and then slid down inch by inch, slid to the position of his wrist, and easily dragged the other party's arm to the side.

All of the opponent's attack moves and movements were taught by him little by little, and it was simply impossible to win in this situation with the movements that Gin was all too familiar with.

The silver-haired man increased the force on his hand, and saw the other party raise his head, his lips slightly open slightly from the ruddy wine from the previous wine, trying to inhale more oxygen that he needed to survive.

From his angle, he could see the scarlet tip of the tongue in the other's mouth.

Ikekawa Na's tiger teeth are very small, completely different from the teeth that he is often secretly slandered into canine teeth by others, with a strange sense of immaturity that has not grown, and is usually packaged under a polite mature shell, and can only be faintly glimpsed when he speaks.

Just like now, the small tip of the canine tooth can only be faintly seen when the mouth is opened.

Gin is not a person who can suppress his thoughts, and the moment he caught this scarlet, he neatly stretched out his other hand, pressed his jaw and pried open the other party's lips and teeth that were not closed at all, and rubbed the tips of his teeth with his fingertips.

Ikekawa Nai frowned and wanted to bite down, but the detachment brought by the suffocation left him only a slight bite mark on the other party's finger, and the man still brutally poked his finger in and raged in his mouth, even clamping the soft tip of his tongue with his finger and slowly pressing it with his finger.

The overly ambiguous and indicative action provoked the other party to flush his cheeks with shame, and the flushing caused by suffocation was superimposed, and it was impossible to tell which reason it came from.

He twisted his head to get rid of Gin's hand, but all evasion was in vain under absolute suppression.

Compared to the fingers touching his teeth, the hand on his neck is probably the most deadly existence, and under the continuous suffocation, the original skillful counterattack gradually disappeared.

With a sluggish brain, Ikekawa Nai can only tug on the other party's wrist in an unorganized manner, or pull and struggle on the surface of the sofa indiscriminately, naively hoping to get rid of the restraints once and for all.

His consciousness was already a little sluggish, cold sweat and physiological tears blurred his vision, but he still tried to open his eyes to see the picture in front of him, the man's dark green eyes were like two dark stones in the dark private room.

In this case, the annoying whispers of past memories gradually came up, muttering in the ears incessantly, and the headache was about to explode, and Ikekawa Na didn't even know for a moment whether the pain on her face was due to suffocation or the pain in her head.

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"I don't want to practice anymore!"

The boy of seven or eight years old pouted, his wrists, arms, and even calves were covered with large bruises and red marks, and he sniffed, walked out of the specially vacated training room, and plunged into the arms of the butler with the tray.

He is still full of affection for the housekeeper who raised him since he was a child.

"Please sit here first, and I'll give you the medicine."

The butler used a handkerchief to wipe away the boy's sweat from the strenuous exercise he had just had.

Like every parent who spoils his children too much, he glanced at the training room with disapproving eyes, the silver-haired young man who had obviously been asked by the young master to teach him those fighting skills, and then got up to leave.

At that time, he had not yet received the code name Gin, and even the person whose name was only a numerical number looked at the young master's thin white arm vaguely.

It's a completely different feeling from the kids in the camp.

He even felt that he could break this arm with a little effort, and even though he had already collected a lot of strength under the request, the other party still had a large and terrifying bruise on his body.

The boy obviously couldn't tolerate the pain, and if his eyes were a little heavier, his round eyes would immediately be moistened with tears, and the whole person almost wrote a few big words on his face, and when he was treated with external medicine, he still sniffed quietly, looking pitiful.

"You don't really have to learn that." The butler carefully handled the wound and persuaded in a low voice, "Young Master, you will not be in any danger here. ”

Moved by these words, the boy, who had been trying to have fun, nodded, and was quickly distracted by the smell of dinner.

After dealing with the bruises, and after eating the dinner and dessert that did not put vegetables in order to comfort him, the young master who had not dared to approach the other party again because of the anger revealed by his protector during the afternoon training had healed his scars and forgot the pain.

He retrieved a thick book from the shelf, asked the silver-haired youth to sit down in the wide chair again, and curled up on top of him like an oversized doll bear.

On the body of the 'stuffed bear' who can cover his limbs that have been cold, Ikekawa Na reads the book seriously.

The man with long silver hair looked down at each other, not knowing what kind of expression he should put on.

He has fully appreciated the temper of this young master during this time, and it seems that he is really boring, even if he doesn't say a word, the other party can still 'have fun' with him on his own.

No one ever said that after coming out of the base as the only person alive, the first step would be to be a nanny for a young master.

The person curled up in his arms did not have the slightest bloody smell that is common in the base, and the smell of laundry detergent was very faint mixed with sweetness.

The latter naturally comes from the dessert at the end of dinner, but it doesn't take long for the butler to wash it up, and it will turn into a minty smell, and when you go to bed at night, it will become very milky because of the hot milk before bed.

Silver-haired youths rarely come into contact with such clean and fragile people.

The two words didn't come together in his upbringing, and the incompetent ones were usually dragged out of the cramped common room covered in blood and never reappeared.

The man who has not yet grown is also curled up small, and the boy's development is probably usually a little later, making him look like he can easily be strangled by a hand at the moment, but he obviously doesn't do such a thing, so he just sits on a chair as a pillow.

Strange tasks and demands, not useful or annoying, were easier than other assigned tasks, but they were more restrained than the kind of tasks that could be carried out with a pistol at will, and he couldn't tell which one was better, and he simply stopped thinking about them.

When the young man looked down again, he found that the other party had fallen asleep with the book planted on him.

In this villa, where the biggest threat usually comes from wild squirrels and children who don't roll their eyes up the mountain, he, a killer who has been trained since childhood, has only one role left to be a pillow for children.

There are also makeshift delivery vehicles that transport boys who don't want to walk on their own to various places.

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Late winter.

The young man, who had been here for more than a month, walked out of the villa and, at the signal of the housekeeper, picked up the boy who was curled up on the swing and fell asleep with a blanket.

I don't know why, but the other person always likes to curl himself up in a ball while sleeping.

He couldn't find anything to start with, but he had to complete the task assigned by the butler to 'bring the young master back for dinner', and after a moment of contemplation, the young man simply packed the man with a blanket like packing cargo and ammunition, and then carried it.

The boy woke up when he was 'packed', and he struggled in the dark several times before finally finding the breach, poking his head out of it and taking two big breaths before he got angry and said, "Kurosawa, do you want to suffocate me?!" ”

"It's a little bit of a suffocating distance." The name has changed from a string of numbers to the face of Kurosawa Jin.

"You! What if-" I can't say the other party, Ikekawa Nai complained in a long voice, but the voice couldn't tell whether he was angry or coquettish, and when he arrived at the restaurant, he left this matter behind him as he had done countless times before.

Whether it is a bodyguard or a housekeeper, from the etiquette that will be strictly implemented in these aspects in this villa, it is obviously impossible to eat with each other.

The silver-haired young man leaned against the door frame and watched as Ikekawa Na frowned and picked out the vegetables, leaving the restaurant before the young master noticed that there was someone here who could help destroy the vegetables.

lest he be caught between the boy who tried to get him to eat vegetables and the butler who would not give an inch.

After the dinner was over, the idle young master quickly found his new 'gift', and wanted to play with this 'gift' that had been gloomy all the time.

"Come here—" He dragged someone who didn't know how much taller than himself into the bedroom, and then pulled out a delicate wooden box from the bedside table, "This is for you." ”

Kurosawa Jin frowned, and instead of taking it, he asked rhetorically, "What is this?" ”

"I don't know, it's used to apply wounds anyway." The young master stood on tiptoe and tried to peel off the clothes on the other party's collar and look inside, and soon saw his chest wrapped in gauze, "It's very useful, Furukawa will apply this to me when I hit it, and it won't hurt soon." ”

The silver-haired man pursed his lips and opened the box a little.

It was a white creamy thing, with a floral aroma mixed with a fruity and milky aroma, and there was a faint hint of herbs in it, which looked like a good quality ointment.

But he clearly didn't have much of a chance to use it.

Although this ointment is good, it is used for too little, only the boy's usual injuries caused by bumping or pulling can be used with this kind of thing, and the knife wounds and gunshot wounds he usually receives when he goes out on a mission are useless.

He didn't see any emotion as usual, just put the box back in his pocket, and didn't even say thank you out of his mouth.

"Don't you paint it?" Ikekawa Nai looked up at him and asked a little strangely, and then he quickly found a reason why the other party didn't use this thing, and pulled the man's sleeve and pressed him to the chair, "I can help you if you can't reach it." ”

After saying that, he simply pulled out the box from the pocket of his black trench coat and rubbed a little ointment on it with his index finger.

After months of experience in getting along, Kurosawa already knew that at this time, he only needed to be silent and let the other party do what he wanted, and refusing to refuse would cause a series of troublesome chain reactions.

Seeing that the other party was quiet, Chikawa Nai happily learned how the housekeeper usually treated him, and reached out and touched the other party's silver hair, "Good." ”

Kurosawa: ......

He felt that he should go on a mission now, and no matter how bad it was, he should take care of the love gun and conduct daily training in the training ground, instead of playing with a young master here.

"Just put it on." Not knowing what the other party was thinking, the little young master applied the ointment on his hand to the bruise on the young man's cheekbones that had not yet dissipated.

A slight tingling and cold sensation came from the place where it was applied, and the young man realized that he had a wound on his face, probably from the hand-to-hand combat with the target during his last mission.

Unlike this young master who has been staying in the villa, he will receive the task of the organization every once in a while, after all, the organization cannot really let a killer who has spent more than ten years of resources to cultivate only accompany the children to play at home.

Compared to other injuries, there was no need to deal with this kind of red mark at all, so slight that he didn't even pay attention to it, but Ikekawa Nai frowned and carefully applied the ointment.

After applying, he leaned over and blew on the piece seriously, "Isn't it that it doesn't hurt like this?" ”

He asked twice in quick succession before the other man nodded in response, and when he knew it was useful, the boy smiled slightly, and then slipped the wooden box in his hand into his coat pocket again.

He liked his 'gift' very much, it was a companion who could accompany him, and he was stuffed with new life in this dull place, and he was even happy to just get close to the past and listen to the other person's heartbeat.

But what does the other side think?

Ikekawa thought for a moment and reached out to play with his long silver hair.

It's so boring here, Kurosawa usually leaves outside when he goes to complete his husband's tasks, and after seeing how interesting the outside is, he doesn't want to always come back to do things that don't change year after year, right?

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Midsummer.

The nine-year-old boy snorted in the futon, tears falling out of his eyes, wetting the pillow.

He pulled the hand of the man standing on the edge of the bed, buried his cheek in the rough palm of the other party's gun-covered calluses, and then rubbed the tears on his face on the skin of the other man's palm, "Don't you want to play with me?" ”

As usual, there was no response.

"But I really want to......" he sobbed lowly, looking pitiful as he curled up in the futon, "I know it's boring here, but ......"

Ikekawa Na is sharp enough, and his daily life with nothing to do makes him always focus his attention on some other places, and naturally he can quickly find that Kurosawa has less and less time to come.

The gentleman seemed to appreciate his ability, and the tasks became more and more frequent, and the other party also gained more and more freedom and power because of his excellent performance, and no longer had to return to the villa immediately after the end of the mission.

Sure enough, it's boring, and no one wants to stay here.

He thought about it for a long time, but he didn't think of anything here that could save people, so the sentence finally turned into a vicious threat.

"Anyway, you are not allowed to leave me behind, you were given to me by your husband, you are not allowed not to come to me, this is an order."

Obviously, no one can talk to a pampered young master about anything...... Especially when the other party has a butler who has no one else who can be accomplished in doting.

So not long after, the young master who succeeded took the hot milk and watched the housekeeper drive Kurosawa to the bathroom to wash up, and then let him change into a makeshift nightgown and come out, becoming his own plush bear tonight.

The previous No. 1, No. 2, and No. 3 were all discarded on the blankets under the bed because of their huge size, and they looked into the distance with their black beanie eyes.

Ikekawa Na is difficult when she's asleep and not awake, and in addition to burying her head in everything around her that can be buried, her only vice should be that she likes to hold something.

Before, it was holding a doll, but now it is the hand of a bodyguard.

As if he was afraid that his only playmate would run away, he had to hold the other party's wrist and rub his cheek in the palm of his hand when he slept.

Children always like to bite something in their mouths, and this dependence usually has the shadow of psychological reasons, he probably didn't have much sense of security when he was a child, so now the appetite is still strong, and the focus is on sleeping only when biting something to feel at ease.

The bitten thing went from having too many stuffed ears from a stuffed bear to a hand that Kurosawa Jin had endured more than it had.

The small canine teeth were against the side of the hand, and as the breath was not sharp, the tip rubbed against the skin, creating an indescribable sensation.

It's not itchy, but a small piece of skin shouldn't be a pleasant feeling when you're being held all night.

If you bite for a few more days, it is estimated that you will be able to leave marks on the grinding of the other party's teeth.

Thinking too much, he couldn't get rid of it for a while, so Kurosawa simply hugged the person to his side a little more, and found a comfortable position to close his eyes and recuperate.

The vigilance he had trained over the years made it impossible for him to relax around others, and naturally he couldn't sleep.

But the other party wrote the word 'harmless' on his face naked, and he was unconscious for a moment after lying down for a long time.

After sleeping together like this for a few days, he didn't expect that the other party hadn't frowned and ran away when he smelled the nicotine smell on his body, but looked like he was going to continue like this for a long time.

It didn't take long for the position where he was always held with small tiger teeth to be rubbed out of a very shallow cocoon.

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Another difficult task.

The task of getting the man the Gin code name also allowed him to recuperate in the base for several days, and by the time he returned to the outskirts of the villa, it was already close to evening.

From a distance, you can see the lights on in the villa, the man stops and knocks on the door, and the butler holds the tray and motions for him to be quiet.

It seems that the young master doesn't know where to fall asleep again.

Gin found each other in the study, and the books that the boy was still reading before leaving had already finished reading at this moment, and the books on the shelves seemed to have been replaced with a small batch, which was not the same as before.

Ikekawa was still curled up in the chair that was too wide for him, but instead of a blanket, she was covered with a familiar garment.

The young master, who was very picky about the smell, wrapped his trench coat jacket that he had left here and had not yet had time to wash, and buried his face in the rough fabric.

He sniffed at the smoke of rust and nicotine, and slept like he was about to squeeze the purring of a kitten out of his throat.

Gin stood not far away and watched for a while, and then stepped forward, and was about to reach out to pat the other party at the butler's request, but before his hand could touch the shoulder position, he was pulled.

Tense his body to endure the action of subconsciously fighting back, he frowned, waiting for the next move of the young master who was sleeping in a daze.

The boy took the hand and put it on his cheek, rubbed the little half of his face against it, and then opened his round eyes, "You're back." ”

“…… Well. The fingers of the hand that Gin was hanging on the side of his hand shook slightly, "It's back." ”

The man lowered his eyes and rubbed his fingertips over the corners of the other's eyes for the first time, wiping away the tears that had come from the yawn.

(End of chapter)