Chapter 43
“I don’t know what they’re playing, just let them be.”
Unable to stay in the car in the end, Amuro Tooru glanced at Asuka Kazuya, who was whispering to the neighbor’s kid, and turned to continue discussing with Matsuda about Date Wataru’s upcoming wedding next year.
“The class president asked you to contact us? He’s also in the First Investigation Division now, right?”
“I heard he’s already confirming the invitation design, it’s amazing how he always manages to miss this guy…” Matsuda Jinpei said, his attention drawn to Asuka Kazuya squatting by the roadside. “What do they even have to talk about?”
“…Who knows?” Amuro Tooru followed his gaze. “Apparently, he thinks the other person is possessed.”
Amuro Tooru sounded speechless as he said this. Matsuda Jinpei raised an eyebrow, looking at the whispering duo through his sunglasses: “Oh? So now he’s a psychic besides a prophet?”
Amuro Tooru chuckled: “…If you’re so curious, why don’t you go listen yourself?”
Matsuda Jinpei: “I’m not going. Right, the class president also asked me to tell you…”
Asuka Kazuya didn’t care what they were doing.
He put his arm around the neck of the child possessed by Rokudo Mukuro, lowering his voice: “I don’t know anything more, if you’re interested in Theos, why don’t you ask your Cloud Guardian?”
It was common knowledge in the underworld that Rokudo Mukuro and Hibari Kyoya didn’t get along. Rokudo Mukuro chuckled upon hearing this, continuing nonchalantly: “You just said they can turn invisible?”
“Didn’t they use that method to target your Sun Guardian?”
“The actual situation is much more complicated than that.” Rokudo Mukuro wasn’t very familiar with the Sasagawa siblings and didn’t reveal much about this matter.
He glanced at the young man beside him, currently more interested in his ability.
“An ability user? What’s your ability?”
“Why should I tell you?” Asuka Kazuya grinned, patting Rokudo Mukuro’s shoulder comfortingly. “Little children should just go to school obediently.”
“…”
Rokudo Mukuro wiped out the entire Estraneo Family at the age of six or seven and was only released from Vendicare Prison at twenty-five, he had nothing to do with the word “school.”
“Whatever,” he scoffed. “For their sake, I’ll give you a reminder, Asuka-kun, there’s no one like you in the future world.”
“I’m dead?”
“Who knows?”
“Yeah, that just means I’m not very famous.”
As if deliberately not giving Asuka Kazuya a chance to ask further, the numbers in Rokudo Mukuro’s eyes disappeared as soon as he finished speaking.
This was the signal that the possession had ended. Asuka Kazuya wasn’t an illusionist and didn’t know how to contact him.
The future world… he was talking about their ten-year bazooka, right?
Asuka Kazuya pondered, noticing the approaching footsteps behind him.
“Not done chatting yet?”
Having walked up behind him at some point, Asuka Kazuya looked up, meeting Matsuda Jinpei’s lowered gaze.
“Do you have anything to tell me?”
Vaguely guessing what had happened during the days he was missing, Matsuda Jinpei didn’t expect to get any information from Amuro Tooru. He questioned Asuka Kazuya from this condescending position, feeling that something was strange.
Asuka Kazuya’s reaction was delayed.
“Congratulations on your promotion?”
Hagiwara Kenji and Matsuda Jinpei had been promoted a while ago. He had specifically called Hagiwara at the time, but couldn’t reach Matsuda.
Matsuda Jinpei raised an eyebrow: “That’s it?”
“…I still think you look like a mafia member, I’ll give you a pair of red star-shaped sunglasses next time.”
A righteous slap landed on Asuka Kazuya’s head. Matsuda Jinpei wasn’t angry, only saying, “Where did you get such strange taste?”
Seeing that Asuka Kazuya didn’t want to talk, Matsuda Jinpei didn’t intend to waste their time here.
These three clearly had a mission. He ignored the protests of the criminal Scotch was stepping on, picking up the other unconscious criminal: “I’ll take care of this, Hagi will be here soon anyway.”
Scotch released his foot, thinking Tokyo was a truly magical place.
Perhaps because some shinigami was born here, he vaguely remembered that there weren’t people openly robbing others on the streets when he was in the police academy.
“Hagiwara-kun is really at ease,”
Asuka Kazuya muttered resentfully as he walked past Amuro Tooru.
“He clearly doesn’t know how to take care of children, he’ll lose the neighbor’s kid later.”
Amuro Tooru followed behind him: “You just said Matsuda might also be possessed.”
“Judging people by their slaps is a skill,”
Asuka Kazuya said.
“Matsuda’s hits don’t really hurt, yours hurt more.”
Amuro Tooru didn’t refute this, looking thoughtfully at the crowd in the distance.
“Just leaving them like that?”
“You mean Bingo?” Asuka Kazuya’s tone was lazy, casually opening the car door. “He entered the country illegally, Gin might eliminate him before he even reports.”
Amuro Tooru understood, calmly watching him get into the car: “When did you curse him?”
“Before I met you,”
Asuka Kazuya smiled, a nostalgic smile filled with malice.
“The organization is quite humane towards minors, I was only fifteen when I joined.”
“Bingo was my guardian at that time.”
Strangely, Asuka Kazuya remembered that Bingo wanted to eliminate him when they first met, but after being scolded by Rum several times, the latter more or less understood the relationship between his ability and the organization.
Bingo changed his attitude quickly. He thought that either he or Asuka Kazuya would become an executive, so they coexisted peacefully for a few days, only to be told to return to America and have Gin replace him.
Bingo immediately had a breakdown.
He suggested that Asuka Kazuya curse Gin, and after being refused, he started looking for dirt on Gin—or on both of them.
Although Asuka Kazuya also disliked Gin, who suddenly stole his position, since it involved his own interests, he cursed Gin on the day Bingo returned to his country.
It was a warning. Meaning “don’t order me around.”
“You’re quite lucky,”
Inside the organization base, Vodka, who hadn’t seen Asuka Kazuya for a long time, had a complicated expression.
“Bourbon said the Port Mafia kidnapped you? That assassin king incident was so big, and you’re still alive.”
Asuka Kazuya: “You really wanted me to die, huh?”
Vodka: “…”
Vodka: “It means you shouldn’t act alone in the future, it’s quite boring without you here.”
Normally, no more than three members were allowed in one location—this was a rule to prevent enemy attacks.
But ever since Calvados appeared, this rule was abandoned. No one thought the place where Calvados was would be attacked, even if they knew they would be mentally polluted, they still preferred to rest here.
“So touching,” Asuka Kazuya said gratefully, dramatically wiping away non-existent tears. “Vodka, I’ll definitely come and play with you more often in the future.”
The fear of being dominated resurfaced. Vodka’s memory recovered, and he immediately realized what he had just said.
“Scotch!” He turned around, quickly changing the subject. “Did you get it? Give it to Calvados, Big Brother is waiting for him in the room.”
Asuka Kazuya reached out, taking the USB drive Scotch threw him.
“You got this from the cafe just now?”
“Yes.”
“What’s inside?”
Scotch didn’t reply immediately. He sensed Vodka’s gaze, replying calmly, “Probably only Gin knows.”
So troublesome, he shouldn’t have taken it.
Asuka Kazuya curled his lip, not liking to act without any information.
Of course, if he had received the information in advance, the USB drive might contain a hundred Gin emojis he meticulously made. Asuka Kazuya had posted a few on the forum before, and Gin pressed a gun against his forehead in the middle of the night, warning him that he would blow his brains out if he did anything unnecessary again.
Asuka Kazuya wasn’t afraid of having his brains blown out. He looked at Gin under the moonlight for a few seconds, considerately moving to the side, even asking if Gin wanted to sleep since it was so late.
Overall, Gin was indeed formidable.
Unlike Bingo, he never struggled, and would even occasionally ask him to make the emojis look better.
“I understand everything,”
Asuka Kazuya said, heartbroken, slowly walking upstairs.
“It must be rare movie resources inside, Big Brother actually remembered what I said last time, so touching.”
There was no preemptive attempt to stop him, and no bullets flying towards him. Asuka Kazuya observed for a moment, realizing that the information on the USB drive might be important.
He silently opened the door, not immediately finding Gin in the dark room.
That guy had a habit of not turning on the lights, and the curtains were blackout curtains. If the door was closed, it would be pitch black.
Asuka Kazuya sighed, closing the door under the watchful eyes of everyone downstairs.
“Not talking?”
“You’re not planning to harm me, are you?”
“I haven’t done anything bad recently, someone must be slandering me.”
Asuka Kazuya said, taking a step forward.
His words, coupled with his nonchalant tone, sounded deliberately provocative. Gin’s body radiated coldness, turning on the lights as he approached.
Asuka Kazuya’s eyes narrowed from the sudden light.
“Where did you go?” Gin looked him over for a few seconds, speaking coldly. “Even making Bourbon lie with you, hanging out with the police again?”
“Hey, watch your wording,” Asuka Kazuya looked up, making a stop gesture. “What ‘hanging out’? That’s my job, job, understand?”
Gin sneered, not wasting time on this issue.
There were many mystery shrouded individuals in the organization, many whose whereabouts were unknown. Ultimately, he didn’t care what the organization members did every day, what mattered was whether they had the corresponding abilities and loyalty.
Asuka Kazuya was an uncertainty.
Gin didn’t think Rum’s so-called plan could keep him in the organization forever. On the contrary, after being tormented by the drugs in his body for a long time, the probability of him rebelling was much higher.
“Miyano Akemi isn’t dead,”
Gin stared into his eyes, suddenly saying,
“Someone saw her near Kanagawa.”
“Calvados, do you have anything to explain?”
Whether this was a test or the truth, Asuka Kazuya didn’t know.
He hadn’t contacted the Special Abilities Division properly for a long time, and after knocking out the executive officer, the number of people there who had a problem with him had probably increased.
“I don’t know, I haven’t contacted her.” After saying that, Asuka Kazuya even found a comfortable place to sit down. “I really was in Yokohama, how outrageous, no one besides Bourbon and Scotch came to save me.”
“I’m asking you the previous question.”
“No, you answer my question first, why did you heartlessly ignore my distress message?”
Gin’s voice was cold, impatient in this regard: “You could have come out yourself.”
Asuka Kazuya: “That’s different.”
How was it different?
“If you’re planning to say you would have saved me if I was kidnapped—”
Gin’s gaze calmly swept over the scars on his body.
“Child’s play, only Bourbon and the others would fall for it.”
“…” No wonder Bingo hated him, he was completely impervious.
Asuka Kazuya shook his head, giving up: “Then I have nothing to explain. The police haven’t found Akemi-nee’s body, I never said she was definitely dead.”
Calling a traitor’s name so intimately.
Gin snorted disdainfully, adding: “Who told you this is Miyano Akemi’s information?”
The files on the computer were being extracted. Asuka Kazuya was about to lie down when he heard Gin say “this is the list of police academy graduates from three years ago” and sat back up silently.
Gin turned his head, noticing his small movement.
“So proactive,” he asked sarcastically, “are your police friends in there?”
“No,”
Asuka Kazuya pulled a long face, looking heartbroken.
“Just because I don’t recognize a police badge? I don’t want to go to school, unless you go with me, I’m not setting foot in there.”
“…”
Gin was silent, not knowing why he bothered asking.
Why didn’t the Port Mafia poison him and make him mute these past few days?
Gin was expressionless, thinking it would be perfect if Asuka Kazuya was mute.
“Not talking about you,”
The organization’s Top Killer looked away, the constantly updating code reflected in his cold, emerald eyes, enduring again today for the organization’s benefit.
“Asuka Kazuya,” Gin’s voice was low, a chilling smile on his lips, “you better pray you have nothing to do with the people in there.”
