Chapter 6
Dazai Osamu had many enemies. In this underground club filled with violent organizations, mafia, and thieves, Asuka Kazuya’s action undoubtedly pushed Dazai Osamu into the center of danger.
But Dazai Osamu seemed to have anticipated this. He lowered his eyes, his fingers touching the bandages on his neck, his expression ambiguous amidst the noise.
Then, the noise abruptly ceased. The red dots on people’s chests announced the failure of the siege. They exchanged awkward glances, and Dazai Osamu merely stepped forward, and the originally crowded people automatically parted.
If it wasn’t Chuuya, who was Kazuya searching for all this time?
Thinking of this, Dazai Osamu’s interest was slightly piqued.
It was a shame. If he remembered correctly, when Matsumoto-kun was still his subordinate, he seemed to have said that his daughter wanted to become a mafia member when she grew up.
But weeds must be uprooted, the Port Mafia wasn’t stupid enough to show mercy.
“Eliminate them along with the police.”
The moment he lost track of Asuka Kazuya, Dazai Osamu lazily ordered his subordinates through his earpiece.
“Anyway, Matsumoto-kun will be reunited with his family soon.”
After retreating from the first floor, Asuka Kazuya checked Bourbon’s location on his phone. The blinking dot hadn’t moved since entering the room ten minutes ago. No matter what nicknames he called him, Bourbon didn’t reply.
In conclusion, if Bourbon hadn’t turned into a potted plant, he was probably dead.
“How about I watch the monitoring room for you, and you go check on Bourbon, Scotch? Aren’t you good partners?”
After a few seconds of pause, Asuka Kazuya squatted in a dark corner, making a dignified decision.
However, Scotch’s voice was calm, his reply being, “You’re closer. And, Calvados, I’m not that close to Bourbon.”
Asuka Kazuya: “I don’t believe you.”
Asuka Kazuya: “The two of you were ganging up on me yesterday without including Rye. I’ve thought about it, and the reason you two isolated him is probably because you’re gay.”
The man, known as Scotch but actually Morofushi Hiromitsu, paused, his expression unreadable where Asuka Kazuya couldn’t see him.
His tone was subtle. He took a deep breath, trying to remain calm: “I don’t like men.”
“Oh.”
“And according to your logic, the reason you isolated Bourbon is because you and Rye are having an affair.”
“…”
Asuka Kazuya looked away, suddenly wanting to reveal that Rye had a girlfriend.
But he still maintained his almost non-existent conscience, changing the subject: “Forget it, are there surveillance cameras in the room?”
“They probably considered that. The feed inside was cut off from the beginning.”
“Then let’s wait for Bourbon to come out himself. What if it’s a trap set by those insidious and cunning police? What if they shoot me as soon as I go in?”
Scotch’s silence this time was a bit longer than before.
And in this strange silence, Asuka Kazuya inexplicably caught on to his train of thought.
He closed his eyes solemnly, plucking a leaf from a nearby potted plant.
“Even if I can’t die, you can’t use me as a human shield, right? It’s useless, Scotch, although Bourbon is quite my type, I only take bullets for my Big Brother. Give it up.”
Scotch: “…”
Scotch: What are you imagining?
The last line of the code was cracked. Scotch sighed as he shut down the surveillance for the entire building.
“Can’t you go in and check from somewhere else?” he said. “Besides, how can you be sure that Bourbon is with that person?”
Of course, based on Scotch’s understanding of his childhood friend, Bourbon probably just left the locator there to divert Calvados’s attention and help Matsumoto Yamato escape.
Staring at the darkened screen, Scotch frowned.
He still didn’t understand why the previously disappeared Matsumoto Yamato suddenly appeared here. After doing all those things to offend the organization, abandoning his identity and hiding abroad for a while would have been the best solution.
Was he threatened?
But as far as he knew, before Matsumoto Yamato acted, the police had placed his family under witness protection. The leads on the organization’s side had been cut off by him and Bourbon, so no one should have known their whereabouts.
So it was the Port Mafia?
Scotch froze, realizing that Bourbon was also in danger.
“You don’t understand.” After knocking out a poor passerby with a single blow, Asuka Kazuya cut off his fingertip with a small knife.
Scotch heard the rustling of fabric, then heard Asuka Kazuya say, “Because I think Matsumoto is inside, so Matsumoto must be inside.”
There were no signs of forced entry, meaning it was opened from the inside. Asuka Kazuya knocked on the keypad lock with his knuckles, then deliberately left some fingerprints that weren’t his own. This way, if the police got involved, they could only trace it back to the unlucky guy he knocked out.
With digits 0-9, a four-digit password had ten thousand possibilities. Even if he tried one every two seconds, it would take more than five hours.
Asuka Kazuya sometimes felt that his ability was quite practical.
His golden hair was tucked into his hat. The password opened after two tries, and the mafia members passing by didn’t notice him.
The empty room was filled with broken glass. Asuka Kazuya locked the door, touched the debris on the table, and guessed that it was probably used for disguise.
Bourbon’s locator was lying in the middle of the cushion, stained with blood upon closer inspection—
No matter how you looked at it, it looked like Matsumoto Yamato had injured Bourbon and escaped through the window.
The phone in his pocket vibrated at this moment. Before Asuka Kazuya could answer, a cold gun barrel was pressed against the back of his head.
In perfect coordination, Asuka Kazuya cut off communication with Scotch.
“Really?”
He raised his hands in surrender.
“I let you off the hook before, did you really have to do this?”
Former Japanese Public Security, current organization traitor, Matsumoto Yamato breathed a sigh of relief, putting away his gun.
“Sorry,” he said, “I heard that there are newcomers among your partners this time. It would be troublesome if they got suspicious.”
Asuka Kazuya turned around.
He looked Matsumoto Yamato up and down, his gaze finally landing on the burn mark at the corner of his eye.
“Where’s Bourbon? Did you kill him for me?”
This question was too sudden, and Matsumoto Yamato couldn’t help but be stunned.
As the only double agent who knew the true identities of both Bourbon and Calvados, Matsumoto Yamato smiled wryly after understanding the reason.
“You should get along well with Bourbon.”
Asuka Kazuya choked, a question mark appearing above his head upon hearing this: “Why?”
“Bourbon is a reliable partner.” Of course, Matsumoto Yamato couldn’t go against his mission and directly tell Asuka Kazuya his identity, but he still patted him on the shoulder, giving a reassuring smile. “He might even help you in the future.”
Asuka Kazuya thought about Bourbon’s face, darkened with anger, and couldn’t help but shudder.
“You should go, the police are waiting outside.” Asuka Kazuya squeezed out a few words after a long while, awkwardly looking away from the older man. “I know they threatened you to come here. Don’t be too sad, after you go back…”
“I came willingly.”
Matsumoto Yamato interrupted him.
Under Asuka Kazuya’s stunned gaze, the man’s expression became serious. Just ten minutes ago, he had said the same thing to Bourbon. Matsumoto Yamato voluntarily stayed here to finish what he hadn’t yet completed.
“Thank you for buying me time. Asuka-kun, I’ve already handed over the information I’ve compiled these past three days to my colleagues. Whether the Port Mafia has targeted Ariake-san or not, I must die here.”
“Gin is a suspicious man. Although it’s unfair to you to say this, you must gain Gin’s trust and carry on our beliefs.”
A cold muzzle pressed against his forehead, Matsumoto Yamato grabbed the young man’s wrist, forcing him to point the gun at himself.
“Sorry.”
“This wasn’t something someone your age should have to do.”
Wait, beliefs? What beliefs did he have?
Asuka Kazuya subconsciously withdrew his hand, but Matsumoto Yamato’s action of pulling the trigger was swift, as if he had been prepared.
Warm blood splattered onto Asuka Kazuya’s face. He blinked belatedly, looking at the spreading bloodstain at his feet.
—Matsumoto was dead.
Asuka Kazuya slowly realized this.
He had only known him for a few days, and he had only let him go because of the mission, but the executive officer’s voice echoed in his mind.
He was fifteen then, wanting to slack off after a day undercover, complaining that if the organization kidnapped Ango-senpai, he would just take explosives and threaten them.
The executive officer’s voice on the phone was heavy, asking him what if ordinary people were hurt.
Asuka Kazuya replied that it didn’t matter, he hadn’t joined the Special Abilities Division for justice anyway.
The executive officer sighed, saying he should grow up.
Only by leaving the protection of the Special Abilities Division could he grow up quickly.
Asuka Kazuya squatted down, poking Matsumoto Yamato’s cooling body with his finger.
Asuka Kazuya pulled a long face, not understanding at all, but still called Gin as usual.
Gin seemed to be on a mission as well. He waited for a few seconds, didn’t hear Calvados’s voice, and asked impatiently, “Calvados, what are you up to now?”
Asuka Kazuya gave his usual infuriating explanation. His tone was light, telling Gin that the mission was over, the traitor Matsumoto confirmed dead.
Gin didn’t answer immediately. His tone was very cold, shooting someone on the other end, then sneering upon hearing this.
“And then?” he said. “Do you want me to praise you?”
#If you say so, then I’m not sleepy anymore
Asuka Kazuya looked at the blood on his hands, his expression serious: “You not only suspected me, but you also threw me to Bourbon. My head hurts, I’m heartbroken, our feelings have faded, let’s break up, Big Brother. You’re not my Big Brother anymore.”
A heavy pressure was transmitted through the electronic device. Asuka Kazuya’s ability took effect. A few seconds later, Gin looked at the target, who was still crawling on the ground despite having his head blown off, and silently hung up the phone.
Asuka Kazuya’s ability could not only revive himself but also others. The only difference was that apart from himself, those revived by his ability would become mindless walking corpses.
Commonly known as, twisted zombies.
Asuka Kazuya found it funny to think that Gin would be entangled for at least ten minutes.
Humans were such strange creatures.
Asuka Kazuya obediently hugged his knees and spaced out.
Should he revive Matsumoto too? But that would complicate his mission again. Asuka Kazuya estimated that reviving one Matsumoto would make him unlucky for a month. If he added his family, it would be two months of bad luck.
Hmm… it seemed meaningless besides gaining a zombie army.
Asuka Kazuya sighed. He put his phone back in his pocket, still squatting beside Matsumoto Yamato’s corpse, lost in thought, until Bourbon opened the door again.
Bourbon watched him stare at Matsumoto’s lifeless eyes for a moment.
Then Asuka Kazuya reached out and closed the man’s eyes.
“Asuka,”
Bourbon called him, saying the same thing as before.
“If you don’t leave, I’ll leave you behind.”
