Pushing Izana's shoulder on her lap, the place is easily surrendered. Manjiro quickly took off his clothes because he was able to put his finger on the slacks, saying, "Take off your clothes." Then, I put my hand on the glossy thigh that was dull and shining in the moonlight, and opened it wide as it was.
　Izana's knees are folded, exposing her unprotected secret. There, the slightly unraveled slander was contracting by eating air with breathing. Manjiro's throat rings.
"I'll put it in."
"Hmm ..."
　Izana pulls her chin. He said, "Slow down," because the voice was so unfortunate that it didn't seem to belong to him. Manjiro puts his hand on his genitals, puts his tip on it, and, as the word says, slowly puts on weight. Perhaps because he had been tampering with him until earlier, the secret was softly unraveled and accepted Manjiro's tip. Izana raised her eyebrows and held her breath as the oppressive feeling pushed open inside her body.
"Breathe properly"
　Manjiro's hand stretches out and strokes his hot cheeks. It was a laborious gesture.

　Manjiro takes time to open up his narrow womb. He was cautiously sitting, but Manjiro immediately stopped moving when he felt his body tense as his tip approached the middle.
"I'm sorry," the
　thin voice that rings in the back of his throat, without a break, pays the silver thread stuck to Izana's forehead and looks into his eyes. And instead of saying he was okay, he gently bite on the edge of his lips. The upcoming lilac reflects the face of the man who invades him and breathes like a mirror. His eyebrows are raised, his mouth is opened a little and he accepts it.
　Manjiro felt sorry for Izana, who was laid down by himself, because he was more excited to endure the oppressive feeling rather than the pleasure. Of course he wants to be one sooner, but he wants to take good care of him many times more. And it continued to grow incredibly even from the first time, and Manjiro's heart was heated.
"Izana is cute."
"... Dare."
　Izana tries to bite Manjiro's hand again in a shy manner, and conversely wraps his hand and puts his tongue on it. He put his index and middle fingers together in his mouth and licked the belly of his finger while pressing it against his palate.
"Hey, oh ... stop!"
　It's a little uninteresting with a better voice than I was trying to blame in the womb.
　Manjiro, who threw out Izana's finger that twitched his skin, instead let his finger penetrate into his mouth. Rub his palate with the pad of his finger. He pulls out his tongue, which runs away to the back without being there, and pats the table roughly to spoil it. Then I groped my mouth deep enough to sink into his throat, and the tears that had accumulated at the corners of Izana's eyes spilled and wet her skin vividly.
　He kissed his cheeks and ears from the corners of his eyes, chasing the tears that slipped down. With her tongue teasing a small hole in her earlobe that is almost closed, Izana screams crushed in the back of her throat, which is not free. At the same time, the warm wall that contained the tip of the penis contracted tightly, and Manjiro suffocated.
　It seems that he was able to master what was good by stimulating his konai and ear holes. I'm so confused by the pleasure that I'm worried about it, and it's horrifyingly lustrous to shake my sensitive body while blurring the focus of my moist eyes. His fingers were holding Manjiro's shoulders like a sword.
　I am deeply uplifted by the realization that I am the one who leads Izana to the climax. Not knowing it, it filled Manjiro's emptiness.

　He carefully fills himself while watching Izana's reaction again. Manjiro clenched his back teeth in order to feel the sensation of the hot and narrow womb being entwined tightly, and to endure the lust that he would immediately surrender and expose himself violently.
"Ah ... I'm talking, Manjiro."
　Manjiro gently kisses Izana, who mutters with a stunned eye. He eats to cover the thinly open Konai and then entangles his tongue. He then rubbed his undergrowth against Izana's lower limbs, and he shook his head many times with a weeping voice.
"Do you feel right?"
"... No, no. I'm weird."
　It's cute to complain with a crying face, but I feel sorry for Manjiro.
"Why don't you let me get inside you, big brother?"
　When I looked into his eyes in a sweet manner, he took a breath and shook his gaze. As I knew a little, this man was so delighted that his attitude towards his younger brother, who treats himself as his brother, was so sweet that he was the only one in a position to be spoiled by him.
　Izana lifts her hips to meet her younger brother and prepares to accept what pierces her inside. The feeling that the joints are being pushed out is what Manjiro remembered earlier. Izana was confused by an unknown sensation as the oppressive feeling and pain that pushed up his internal organs and the gradual numbing sweetness ran down his spine. Instead of the first moan, she begins to leak a lustrous voice.
"Ah ... ah, ah ...!"
"Huh, Izana's crazy mochii"
　Manjiro wiped his sweat as he sank into the womb, which tightened according to the pleasure Izana tasted. Under his eyes, he closes his eyes tightly, bends his chest and manages to exhale. After confirming that there was no color of pain, Manjiro gradually and surely went deeper at a slow pace.

"Hmm ... all, did you enter?"
　When Manjiro exhales after inserting everything, the lilac eyes open thinly. The tears that had accumulated at the corners of his eyes spilled at that beat. The white of the eyes was red.
"Yeah, I'm in here," I
　pushed it from above her belly with her palm to show her presence, and Izana took a breath of relief and squeezed inside her. She then uses her own body, which until now was only rolling her, to make her move her hips a little. It's a poor move, but Manjiro's penis, which fills the inside, pulsates and grows. It seemed pretty, and Izana laughed a little because she was funny.
　Seeing Izana laughing suddenly, Manjiro also loosens her mouth. For a while, the two sighed and breathed so that each other's bodies would blend into one. Eventually, Izana's hot fingertips scrape up Manjiro's silver thread, and each other appears in his eyes. I touched the tip of my nose and exhaled.
"Manjiro isn't too kind,"
　Izana said, and Manjiro had a young look that seemed to be surprised.
Isn't it a pattern that "you just have to like it, but you care only about me"
　? His neck was slowly tilted, and Izana's eyes blinked with a little margin.
"You can love it. I forgive you."
"... I want to do it. I wanted to be kind to you."
　all the time. Manjiro mutters in his mouth and misses his forehead on the skin in front of him. Upon hearing that, Izana innocently shows her teeth and laughs.
She said, "That's why I'm trying too hard." She

　started rhythming and was monotonous for a while, but she gradually began to slow down. Then, while observing from Izana's breathing to blinking, the movement to blame the responsive place gradually becomes heavier and deeper. There was a wet sound of water and a rough breathing sound in the room.
　Izana squeezes Manjiro's back so as to hold back the strong pleasure given to her defenseless place. Her hands were shaking slightly, and the inside became tighter and hunted down Manjiro.
　Manjiro exhales violently at Izana's ear and sticks to his sweaty neck. Then he grabbed his hips, pulled him tight, and pushed him up all at once.
"Ahhh ............!" Rubbed
　inside and pierced through the mouth leading to the womb, Izana screamed in her voice. At the same time, the inside contracts tightly and squeezes to steal semen from Manjiro.
　Manjiro was hung up and reached while moaning a little. Izana shook herself in the sensation of hot things pouring into her womb, and tightened it many times to try to squeeze it to the end.
"Hmm ... mmm ..."
　He scoops up the sweat-moist silver thread, and while looking at his face, which continues to be extremely small in the lingering sound, he sits down several times as if to smear semen.
　Manjiro exhaled once and slowly pulled out his penis from Izana. As if chasing it, a cloudy thing flows down and runs down his inner thighs, moistening his sheets.
　I'm probably tired. With her lower limbs released, Izana is fainted in a relaxed position. As she traces her reddish corners with her fingers while gazing at her calm sleeping face, Manjiro's consciousness melts into the warmth beside her. I went.

"Did you wake up? The moon is beautiful."
　Guided by a light sound, his consciousness is pulled out to reality. The voice cut in the middle of the blurred consciousness in a comfortable sleep echoes with my ears and does not reach his brain. While he was blinking his eyes several times, one of his legs flew, and his eyes finally awoke with the movement to squeeze it.
"I'm fine, Izana."
　I pointed out that he had melted until a while ago, and when he muttered, his feet approached his face again, so he put his hand on the bed and jumped away. His supple legs kicked in the air, but Manjiro clearly saw semen dripping from his back because he was swung twice. I pull a thread from the secret place and keep an eye on it so that the cloudiness stains the skin, but the person himself said, "I'm leaking, it's unpleasant." Wipe the semen. Then, as if he had forgotten the shame and embarrassment of an hour ago, he stood up without wearing clothes and pulled Manjiro's hand.
"Look, it's beautiful."
　As I followed my finger sliding up the windowpane to guide his gaze, I could see the moon in front of him. Looking through a room in the skyscraper, it's right above and floating in the dark. The moon, which was about to approach the full moon, was shining brightly on the world below, dyeing the cloudless night sky with its own light in ultramarine.
　At that time, Manjiro felt like seeing the moon for the first time in years. And for the last decade or so, he finds himself alive without the time to love the moon. Before that, of course, he didn't have a hobby of watching the moon, but he would have always felt comfortable with the dazzling moonlight on his back when rolling his bike with his friends.

　The moonlight makes everything stand out, leaving behind the shadows of two people standing by the window. Izana's limbs, which were fully exposed, distorted their contours and appeared to emit light. The scene stirs a mysterious longing and longing-like feeling inside Manjiro. At the same time, he remembered a subtle turmoil that touched on a deep secret, unlike when he was holding him earlier.
　Izana is here, but she seems to be nowhere.
　There was no air in this room until he appeared, and I was always stuffy and drowning. Izana pulls it out in the form of an older brother who spoils and scolds his younger brother, so he manages to breathe. A ray of white light that makes a hole in the darkness.
　Manjiro bites the air in his throat. I never thought he would feel so frustrated just looking at something different. He feels like he's left behind and he hesitates to pull his sleeves as usual.
"... Manjiro?"
　But Izana noticed it and turned to me, calling her name. That alone instantly alleviated the oppressive feeling in his chest. Exhale quietly to calm the anxious palpitations.
"What's wrong?"
　I feel the warmth of Izana's fingers on my cheeks.
"Izana"
　This guy is sweet to me and I'm vulnerable to that warmth. That's why I vomit the prayers I've said many times.
"I've been by my side all the time,"
　I wish I could cry here now. Unfortunately, my dry heart doesn't cry easily, but I feel that the expression on me seems to come true if I cry.
"Are you worried? I'm here,"
she pulled her hand and was trapped in her arm. Her bare skin is hotter than usual. It seems that Manjiro is accumulating the heat he gave up earlier.
　What would you do if I asked you to die with me?
　Swallowing the words he really wanted to say, Manjiro just closed his eyes and gave himself up.

.

"Izana, your hair has grown,"
　Tsurucho told me and noticed. At first it was about the same as Manjiro, but now it's longer than when he was the president of the Black Dragon. When I was here, I couldn't easily cut my hair, so I cut my bangs with scissors while looking in the mirror after taking a bath. Of course, because of Manjiro, who hates giving me a knife, I was supposed to cut it with scissors with a short blade.
　Tsurucho, who visited here for the first time in a long time, points out that, so it seems that it is growing a lot. What kind of providence she had, she said, "Oh, this is out of stock" because of the annoying odor that grows freely if left alone in the habit of the dead body.
　The crane butterfly that arrived the next day had a cape and scissors for a haircut. She pulls a vinyl sheet on the floor, puts a chair on it, and sits me down. I thought the blue vinyl sheet looked like a corpse that was about to be dismantled, but I couldn't be so insensitive as to say it in the middle of an antisocial organization. Obediently following her words that she should sit quietly for a while, she gazed sideways at her servant, who moved her hands carefully.
　I think I lived well. I was shot with a lot of bleeding before me, and it would be a miracle that there were no sequelae. The crane butterfly that I know is a middle-aged boy who can fight, and before that, he is a weak kid who cries. She was funny that it was so good in a world without me, and she wasn't at all funny doing this under Manjiro.
"Izana, Kore,"
"What?"
"Scratches ..." Perhaps she's
　finished cutting her neck, her rugged hands gently touch her neck. Izana was terrified by her tingling pain, saying, "Don't touch it, I'll kill you."
　I knew her wounds. Manjiro begins to embrace Izana like a lie in his first hesitation, and puts his teeth on Izana's neck to escape the urge she kept inside her. It's like a cat playing around and it doesn't hurt at all now, but Tsurucho distorted her face as if she was in pain.
"I got my hair cut. I'm sorry to touch it."
"Urusei."
"... It looks like it's going to hurt, I'll take care of it later
.
"
　I snorted and replied, " Let's like it." Then, silently, Tsurucho was moving her hand, but she noticed that her air was shaking that her mouth had opened and closed several times. She ignored it for a while, but she started herself with pity that it was going on forever.
"What
's wrong?" "Izana ... is it okay?" She
　hesitated until she said a lot.
　Manjiro touches to see if I'm alive again, but on the contrary, Koitsu comes in contact with me as if I'm alive, so I think it's annoying. Even if it is natural for the attitude and feelings toward the dead, it may be that the way of dealing with the crane butterfly is unhealthy because I am a human who died once. Even though I'm a dead person, I'm still unacceptable, and my grown-up face looks like a small child and I'm confused.
"What?" He
　tilts his head to urge him to continue, noting that the hand he was trying to cut his bangs is completely stopped. He was at a loss, but his different-colored eyes clearly turned to me.
"... I want to make your dream come true ... yes, don't you think?"
　Her eyes had a hope similar to despair, and her eyes were shining brightly. rice field. He has become quite dark-eyed. The color of the crane butterfly made me feel that Izana's temper, who had come here and was quiet, blew out of her calm heart.
　At that moment, I felt a numbing pain from behind her head toward the diagonally left side of her forehead, and involuntarily put her hand on it.
　Callan.
　There was a sound of a wooden tag that shouldn't be there swaying around my ear. Shut up shut up shut up. The blood in her body boiled and gently scorched the inside of Izana.
　But after a moment she feels warmth in her left palm, and her tinnitus goes away. She pushed her legs up impulsively down to the spot, as if her air was deflated and withered.
　Dan. Crane butterflies knelt on her knees, staggering in a sharp, dull sound similar to when shot head-on with a pistol. Izana scooped up with her left hand as she tried to sway her right hand out of her presence and withdraw. The crane butterfly looks up at me slowly. Her face, which she thought she had grown up, was still the little crybaby kid I saw that day.
She said, "You should live as my servant,"
　right? Izana tilts her head. She tilts her hair as she moves, but she no longer hears her piercings swaying in the air. Despite the same words as one day, Izana's soft intimidation, which is completely different from that time, causes Tsurucho to move her throat to swallow her dear and dear ones.
"Oh, that's right,"
　he shook his lips and smiled with a mature, orderly face, and he never told the story again in front of Izana. 　On that day, Izana was sleeping on her sheets with her big bed

.

The rude person who slammed the door roughly seems to be aiming to inform the visit rather than asking the people in the room, and he rushes in without reply. Rough and big stride is not Manjiro. When he showed his skin to others, Manjiro would get entangled in a troublesome way, so he reluctantly got up and wore clothes by chance. He didn't remember wearing it himself, so Manjiro probably wore it before he went to work. It's not a shirt with beautiful embroidery, but a light blue no-color shirt. He confirmed that and tried to close his eyelids.
"Oy"
　There were three rude intruders. He was called out in a violent tone that he didn't know until he came here, but he didn't seem to expect a reply, and he arbitrarily dropped the baggage on his back to the bed. It was Manjiro who lost consciousness and was tired. Sweat like a ball is flowing from his forehead, and his eyebrows are drawn. It doesn't smell his blood, and there are no scars when I stroke his body. I wonder what happened to him, he tilted his head. 　The drug was mixed with Manjiro's liquor for the purpose of exchanging information
that "the business partner was meds", and although it was spit out with a drug that has not yet been distributed in Japan, I took a small amount and was unconscious before and after.
Mitsuzu clearly explained that there was something, that Manjiro called Izana while clouding his consciousness, and that the trading partners were crushing the Ashiya brothers and Tsurucho and below, with an unpleasant face. do. He doesn't like to meet Izana so much, and when he elaborate on the circumstances necessary for him not to ask, he quickly comes out as soon as he's done. The bare hostility that I had been exposed to for the first time in a long time comfortably replaced the air in this room.
　Look at Manjiro again. His complexion, which had been improving recently, turned deep blue, and his lips were shivering purple. He grabs the tattooed delicate neck and rolls it on his lap. Stroking his sweat-soaked bangs seemed to be a little more breathing.

　A slamming raindrop is hitting the window. No matter how tall Brahma is based in the building, it rains evenly. Beyond the cloudy air, the lights of the city of Tokyo were blinking and writhing today. The moon cannot be seen because it is covered with thick gray clouds.
　While listening to Manjiro's moaning, the time passes quietly just by wiping the sweat for comfort and stroking the contour of the cheek. Mikey I think there is no difference in life because the first three ways are left here, and it can be judged that medical treatment is not necessary. However, I couldn't be so merciless that I decided to leave my younger brother in this state and go to bed again.
　He poured the water he had prepared for himself by the bed into the goblet, and when he applied it to Manjiro's mouth, which took a rough breath, he opened his mouth slightly and looked into his tongue. The color is bad everywhere, so the bright red tongue seen from the back is impressive, and I just watched it scoop up the water like a cat's. He stubbornly closed his lips after drinking about a third, so he dismissed the goblet on his side table. He picked the ill-mannered ice from the wine cooler.
　Manjiro, who was squeezing his cheeks to Izana's knees, seems to be conscious, but sometimes he just apologizes for something "I'm sorry" and is not sane, but seems to be blamed for something in a delirium state. He often wipes the tears that overflow from the corners of his eyes with a naive face, wondering if he is confessing to the dead and his former companions because he is this guy anyway.
　Manjiro has nightmares on a daily basis, so this weak younger brother is familiar to him. It's unusual for him not to cling to him as usual. I wonder if it was a drug with such a terrible side effect, even though it has become less common these days. He makes a noise with his back teeth, chews the ice and eats it, thinking that it is irresistible.
　He rubbed his back to calm Manjiro, who sometimes shook his head and twisted himself. After repeating it several times, the cold limbs cling to Izana, contrary to the hot body temperature. Desperate for what she was looking at, her fingertips were trembling. When Manjiro's power is used to lie down on her illness clinging to her lower limbs, her body, which has become easier to hold, is mercilessly tightened. She thought she would hit her uncomfortable, and she remembered that her partner was an unconscious sick person.
　I wonder if she should at least sneak in her arms as usual. She thinks so, but when she flirts with her, the restraint becomes even tighter. I can't even rub her back with this. When she was thinking about that, she had a hot body temperature around her neck, and she had a soft pain, and she seemed to stick to it instead of biting it. It was a young gesture that I couldn't let go of the towelette used to prove its existence in ancient times.
"Shin Ichiro, Emma ..."
　Izana, who was so close to each other's hair that they mixed, she could clearly hear the voice of a child asking for her family. The outside was rough, and even a little away, it was a small voice that seemed to be drowned out by the rain hitting the big window. If she hasn't heard anyone but herself, it's like nothing is overflowing.
　She prayed and stroked her soft hair, saying that Manjiro's dream could be a little more pleasant.

"

Nii is Wiener or Bacon, which is better?"
　Emma asked with her back turned as she washed her face to awaken her drowsy clinging head and then went out to the kitchen. Come on. She seems to be making breakfast as usual. She seems convinced that at this time she is the only family member to get up on her own, and she doesn't even look back.
"I like the wiener. The fried egg is one-sided and half-ripe."
　I drew water into the electric kettle, turned it on, and nodded, "OK." Emma was angry and said, rolling the wiener on the frying pan. "Well, that's it!" While thinking that I had begun again, I listened to the princess's complaints while pouring her coffee beans into the mill.
"Nii wakes up every day, but my brother and Mikey don't wake up at all. Mikey always complains about fried eggs on both sides even though he's oversleeping!
" "Kara"
"Nii has always happened properly, surprisingly"
"What's surprising?"
"Nii, it doesn't look like insanely low blood pressure ." "Is that
so?"
　This body wakes up regularly in orphanages and juvenile training schools. It was due to a lifestyle that was inevitably disciplined, but I feel reluctant to talk to Emma from the morning. She had another idea why she wasn't as dirty as the Sano guys. She takes out a mug of herself and her sister, her brother and grandfather, as she listens to her coffee gradually accumulating on the server. Manjiro, a child's tongue, does not want to drink coffee. "Mom was the one who didn't wake up by herself. That's why I woke
her up and sent her to work. Do you remember Emma?"
"
Well, I remember being messed up by Omae who wants to play from the morning."
"Eh! Don't be a little embarrassed!
" I was worried about kicking only when I got on my stomach.
"
　Emma exaggerates her red face with one hand and scoops a fried egg on a plate. As I lined up next to her trying to squeeze her wipe, her little palm slammed her back with a flashy noise.
She said, "Wake up Mikey when you're done." She

　honestly didn't expect her to live in the Sano family. She is still unbelievable. However, the result was that she returned her love beyond what she had imagined, and she couldn't be stubborn enough to reject the inhabitants of this house who warmly welcomed me.

　It was Manjiro who hit Shinichiro that day and greeted me at the point where he jumped out. When he found me in the rain in an unmanned park, he reached out to him without saying anything. The moment he sees his calm face, the fist he hits is accepted. His slammed legs were slammed with urges, and his little body did not break no matter how many times he shook.
　When he saw his eyes with the same color as Shinichiro, his despair gradually slowed down and he couldn't breathe before he knew it. Manjiro, who saved me by catching me falling in the mud head-on, silently pulled his wounded hand.
　His heart is cold and he feels nothing when he is pulled by such a disgusted person. He moved his legs, looking at his little back wet in the rain, as if his soul had fallen out.
　I arrived at a large Japanese-style house, and at that time I straddled the threshold of the Sano family for the first time. Until then, I somehow knew the location of this house and visited Shinichiro's shop many times, but I was not allowed to approach it. I wasn't their family. I didn't think that it would be easy to enter while being pulled by Manjiro.
"Kora Mikey, without an umbrella on such a rainy day!"
　The girl who came out from the back while whispering was very similar to a woman she knew. She has beautiful blonde hair, big eyes and a well-organized face. She was in her arms until a few years ago.
"Eh, Nee ...?" She
　remembers her voice, she's a girl who used to be her sister, and she's definitely.
"D, Ma,"
her lips shivering in her cold muttered her name. She looked at her face for the first time in a long time. Even so, she innocently rejoiced, saying, "Nee, you came to pick me up!" She felt her warmth warming her wet and cold body for the first time in a while, and realized that the back of her throat was cramping.
"... No. You didn't come to pick me up."
"Eh?"
"I and Omae have no blood connection ..."
　Emma said, with her arm around her back, even stronger. I tightened my body.
"But it's my brother and sister."
"No, Emma."
"No, it's no different! When I was crying, he hugged me and slept, made me rice, and took a bath. It was Nii who promised me to come to Japan! "
" Everything is Nii ... "Saying that, Emma kept me crying. She wasn't accepting her reality in her eyes so much that she could accept her passion. I didn't really realize what she said to Emma, ​​and I felt she wasn't her own. She still doesn't forget how to treat her crying sister. As her body terrifiedly turned to Emma's body, her palms naturally patted her enlarged back.
　After doing so for a while, when Manjiro sneezes, Emma jumps up and rushes to the back of the house, shouting "Bath!". "Nii and Mikey, take a bath from either side!" She echoes between the boards. Manjiro, who had been watching until then, took off his shoes and went up to the house with Stasta.
　Izana was confused and looked at her shoes. She has been in a person's house since Lynch's gratitude.
"Name ..."
　Manjiro was also looking at my shoes. Raise your face loosely to the unreliable voice. Behind his rain-soaked eyelashes, black eyes that look just like Shinichiro shine in his reflection.
"Omae, what's your name?"
"... Izana Kurokawa"
　Roll once to make sure "Izana" in your mouth, and then call my name clearly.
"Izana, I'll take you to the bath, so follow me. Put your shoes there properly."
　I was naturally guided to visit the Sano family for the first time. Manjiro withdrew again when he stood without a place to think that his wet feet would hurt the space between the boards. Emma asks when she arrives at the bathroom.
"I think it's already hot. Which one do you want to enter?"
"I'm fine later."
　She moved around without being busy, and when she pressed a towel against me, she tapped her back, saying, "Wipe it first and catch a cold." When Manjiro sees it, he pulls my arm and brings him to her dressing room, saying, "It's okay to enter with Izana," and Emma stands still in a hurry.
"No Mikey! Nee is that ..."
　I can think of Emma's stagnation when she glances at me. She knows a silly secret about her body. In her recollection, when she took her little girlfriend in the bath, she was secondary to herself and couldn't afford to wrap a towel like she did in her facility.
　In a situation that was still unrealistic, I touched on her clothes. She takes off her clothes like rolling a cloth stuck to her skin because of the rain. She finishes her jacket and she then touches the bottoms. "Nee!" Emma shouted and grabbed my hand and held it down. "Take care of yourself!" She tilts her head, not knowing what it means to be given up in a loud voice. 　"If Nii takes off here, I
'll be with you! Don't be Mikey for the time being!"
For him, when he brought home a man who suddenly hit him in the downpour, his important sister called Soitsu her brother and was about to take a bath with him. I was taking her in the bath because I was her little sister, and even Emma was confused by this situation and made an incomprehensible claim.
　Shinichiro returned home while the three were rubbing. His mouth, which was supposed to say now, has lost his word, with his eyes open to the fact that I, who should have hit and broke up, is at home for some reason. We're screwed. Seeing his face, my heart, which had been floating somewhere, finally calmed down.
"I'm going home. Thank you for the towel, Emma."
　Hesitating, he made an excuse to say that it was the last time and stroked the gold thread. Then she puts on all her clothes, presses a towel against Emma's hand stretched to hold her back, and hooks her shoes through Shinichiro's armpit. Her heart struck with a twitching pain, and she couldn't see his face, which she refused.
"wait!"
　It was neither Emma nor Shinichiro who stopped me. Manjiro, who quickly ran through the corridor, grabbed my arm and pulled me. With his shoulders and arms in his chest, he loudly insisted that he faced the family of the two.
"I picked it up! Izana is me, I live here!" It
　was not necessary to explain that the next moment, the inside of the house was screamed.

　Then, Izana is in the Sano family, pushed by Manjiro's forcible claims and Emma's crying. The necessary procedures seemed to be done by Shinichiro and his grandfather, and while I was eager to tear off the two spoiled children, I was supposed to move to the Sano family. By the way, she was separated from her servant Tsurucho, but she tries to see him about once every two weeks.
　I still don't understand the meaning of Manjiro's "my" declaration, but he often misses himself, who has the same or better fighting skills as himself, in a different way from Shinichiro, and wants to stick to me. I'm arguing. At first he prioritized her at Emma's wishes, but often Manjiro, who didn't know her concessions, would break in with her sister, and if she kicked her lonely Manjiro, she would be even more boring. I was lost. While I was going through such a troublesome man, the flame of intense hatred for him diminished before I knew it. In inverse proportion to that, Manjiro's annoying obsession with me continues to distract him. Nowadays, even that insensitive Shinichiro has made me feel that it's too late to see him with a pitiful face.

　Change to slippers on the porch and step into Shinichiro's room. Perhaps the dirty resident woke up once, with an alarm clock left beside his bed. Shinichiro jumps up when he mercilessly strips off the summer futon.
"Wow" "Hayo
"
"... Good morning, Izana. Uh, Nemi" " 　I
'm ready for breakfast. Emma is waiting."
After confirming, the heel is quickly returned. When he tried to leave the garage quickly, he was called "Izana" by Shinichiro.
"What?"
　After this, a person who really has trouble getting up is waiting. Tired of it, he replied a little sloppyly and looked back, and he smiled. I was the smile of his favorite brother.
"Thank you for coming to my house."
"... What's up now?" " 　I
want to say it now! It's okay!
go. "I'm glad Shinichiro came to see me .... Thank you.
　" Shinichiro was so happy to hear the words he rarely said, so he went up to his mother's house to escape and rushed into Manjiro's room.
　The owner of the room slept in an old towelette from his head to his toes in this hot, air-conditioned room. The morning sun is shining through the shoji, but it never seems to have happened, and I can hear a regular sleep.
"Get up"
　After hitting a place that looks like a shoulder, grab the end of the towel and forcibly peel off the skin of this dumpling. He shook his head in a messy manner and shook it, saying, "Manjiro, get up." I heard a babbling and started sleeping again.
"I'm sorry if I don't get up lazily"
　If I don't get up in 10 seconds, I decide to kick and start the countdown in my heart. With five seconds left, a screaming voice of "Izana ..." called me, and even though I couldn't see the palm that popped out, I grabbed his ankle accurately.
"... I'm off, so it's okay to take it slow ..."
　While saying in a subtle voice whether he could hear or not, another arm that came out clung to his leg. Today as well as today, the guy who wakes up is annoying, so he relaxes and gives up once in the same way as in a fight, and pulls out the place where the opponent's power is loose. Manjiro, who was dragged on the tatami mat while holding Izana's leg, finally got up while frowning at the pain of rubbing.
"Hayo, oversleeping"
"Good morning, Izana"
　The forehead is red and Manjiro's sullen face glaring from below is interesting. I felt good from the morning, and although I wouldn't normally do it, I messed up his hair with the same hand that Shinichiro did.

　As soon as his eyes awoke, the memory in front of him floated from his brain, and before he began to move to reach out, he went away and was swallowed by the other side of total darkness. By that time, he even forgets what he was dreaming about, and for a while he sleeps with a fragment of the feeling of happiness, tasting the remnants of it. It was cold next door, and Manjiro seemed to have been absent for a long time.
　You can hear him knocking on the door, blocking a quiet moment. When Manjiro returns, he can open it without asking questions, so this meticulous sound was a signal when Tsurucho visited. Perhaps he is thinking about Manjiro's jealousy, he always visits this room aiming for Manjiro's absence.
　He opens his eyelids every time to check his clothes. There is no light coming in through the window, so it looks like night. Today's crane butterfly wore a good suit, probably because he was going to work.
"Izana, did you get up?"
　Are you hungry? Slowly shake his head and answer, "I can eat ice cream." 　"Okay. I bought a sandwich, so eat it with Mikey
. If one more deal is over, it should be over today."
I'm saying something to him, but I haven't returned to an understandable consciousness yet. She was wrapped in sheets and dreamed of listening. While she was doing that, she said, "Look," a tray with a small cup and a silver spoon was placed on the sheets and slipped to her hand.
　When Izana finally got up, she reached out for her hand and picked up the ice cream. And she blinks when she puts her hand on the lid of the cup, letting her play in the palm of her hand again, and she puts it back in the tray again. There was a cold touch on her palm.
"... Izana?"
　Without putting the crane butterfly peeking into her eyes, she drops the thin clothes given to Manjiro, who was just wearing it, from her shoulder. Then the contours of her Izana shimmered and began to shed her light, as the threads that knit her body unraveled. In response to the anomaly, the appearance of the moon past the evening was as bright as the full moon, illuminating everything there. With her bed in the center, the whole room is filled with light, and Izana flutters in the center.
"Izana !!" Izana
　, who mysteriously looked at the loud crane butterfly and opened her eyes, is wondering if she finally recognized the condition around her. She then laughed as she noticed something, and she reached out to rescue her, holding her right hand of the crane butterfly softly with her left hand, but with little power. Not included.
"Crane butterfly, goodbye"
"It's a lie!"
"It's not a lie, I told you. I'm a dead man."
　The bigger crane butterfly's hand squeezes Izana's left hand.
"But Izana is here." Izana
　shook her head without her hair, cutting off the expectations of Tsurucho by shaking her head, and Izana shook her free hand. I touched the scab of the accident, which had become much thinner, with my finger.
"It's a regret that I can't see the end of Omae."
　The luminescence that she could hardly open her eyes nevertheless kept her eyes on Izana.
　The hand, which was strongly and firmly clenched so as not to let go, slides down so that it melts and spills from the palm of the crane butterfly. Black mud-like blood spilled from the three gun marks that killed Izana, covering her bare chest, her flanks, and the toes attached to the sheets, for a moment. It disappeared in the meantime. 　Sliding down from the world

.

His plea, which was pulled out of himself by the heat of martial arts, slipped in front of him and died first. The body of the martial arts who lost consciousness because the contents go back to the past loses balance.
　The lukewarm blood and sweat that had been transmitted to Manjiro's arms scattered in the air, and the bodies of the two danced in the air. With a little regret, I firmly grasped the palm of the martial arts that are no longer here.

　It wasn't my friends or brothers and sisters, but Izana, who had Yomi in the world, that reminded me of a little dying grace, as if I had extended the blink.
　Izana, shining in total darkness, was Manjiro's last guide. She loved him and being loved by him certainly saved her. If he hadn't appeared in front of him, he would have had his heart dead before he reunited with martial arts, and he was convinced that his last wish had been lost before it floated on his consciousness. be.
(Izana,)
　The face of his brother who spoils Manjiro comes to mind. I didn't know about him in his lifetime, his mouth was gently and ironically broken, his lilac eyes shimmering in Manjiro, his brother-like hand to calm his younger brother, and his soft and warm body that accepted him. I don't want to let go of Izana, in the corner of his head floating in the air.
　However, Manjiro could not live just with him.
　Occasionally holding his breath and sleeping like a dead man and the passion of the day complaining that "I am a dead man" did not allow me to continue to rest in warm affection.
　He wasn't told to die with him. But that may have been good. It's harder to see Izana's eyes clouding again than to cut herself. I wouldn't have been able to tolerate his familiar body temperature getting colder. Therefore, it makes sense to die alone in this way.
　The edge of the building that entered Manjiro's field of vision glitters, and the light spreads from the horizon so that it overflows from the edge of despair. The long-lasting night was about to dawn.

In the center of the world where the "stupid guy"
　has begun to be dismantled, one man takes the hand of another. They looked like they were the happiest. As his brother pulls his hesitant brother's hand, he crosses the bridge. The destination of the bridge was pure white, with no blessings, no pain or despair.
"You said I'm going to be with you, Manjiro."

.

"I feel like my brain is melting."
"Don't melt completely, Omae's brain"
　Bring your nose close to Mikey's mouth, which hangs like dried fish on the porch, and look into the back of your eyes with your cheeks in between. As usual, the energetic exhalation and the dark eyes that reflect the sun directly above. He has no sign of medicine.
"Torman isn't meds!"
　The younger brother, who seems to have figured out what I've confirmed, swells his cheeks and shows a ugly face. He complained that his cheeks, which contained air, were soft and had a childish warmth when he pierced his cheeks with his index finger.
"Usseewa" It
　's annoying to be in a bad mood, so I'll grab his chin and kiss him roughly. Moisturized his dry lips and let go before the other person opened his mouth and put his tongue in.
"Oh!"
　He pushed away his face as he chased, and instead pressed one of the two cups in his hand against his forehead. Manjiro's sudden coldness makes his eyes round like a surprised cat, and then he realizes that it's ice cream and breaks his face.
"Thank you, Izana! It was hot, it was hot and I was about to die!"
　Manjiro lay on his porch with ice cream on his forehead. He screams and thrusts a silver spoon into his open mouth, then lays down and scoops it up to start eating. He laughed at his stupid and dexterous figure with his nose. Seeing that, Manjiro mysteriously tilts his head, "If you don't eat it, I'll eat it?"
"Who will do it for you?"
　While getting up and controlling Manjiro clinging to his right arm, he eats the ice cream given to Emma as he passes through the kitchen. It has a vanilla flavor that is not too sweet. It seems to be a souvenir I bought when I went out with Draken yesterday. It's a bit different from what you can buy at the supermarket, and when you want to take good care of it, a rude spoon from the side gets in the way.
"Only a bite!"
"Your bite is all, I can't trust you!"
"Then just a little! It's okay if it 's a little bit
　. " The body is sticky and sweat is spouting more and more. The offense and defense on the porch, which had been desperate to pull Manjiro off rather than eating ice cream, ended with a cup spilling from Izana's hand into the garden.
"Manjiro Temee!"
　Involuntarily swinging up and lowering the fist is quickly received. Even if I slap my tongue on it and try to pull my hand, I can't move it while being held tight. The force is applied so that the finger bites into the fist and it is forcibly drawn.
"Hit!"
　Manjiro's tongue crawls on Izana's right hand. Izana screamed as the lukewarm warmth of the heat of summer was transmitted along with the feel of fresh meat.
"Maybe Izana, do you feel it?"
　Manjiro laughs with a distorted end of his mouth. The face of an evil kid who found a toy. Laugh at a distance where his fingertips sigh, lick his lips and then kiss his fingertips. The good news is that Izana is stiff in the sudden outrage, and she just keeps on her tone, holding her fingers and softly raising her teeth, so Izana swings her right foot with all her might. I kicked her hateful face.