The Meal I Wanted Chapter 3

Just fell asleep. Dylan looked at the person on his knees, and then at the empty bowl beside him.

Such a large portion of ramen still hurts...

But seeing the other person's eyes closed, he retracted his outstretched hand, thinking that it would be okay to apply the medicine later, and just stared at the wall in front of him in a daze.

At this glance, I discovered something strange.

The traces on the wall were messy and disorderly, appearing in front of him in the shape of a slender shuttle from top to bottom.

Although humans can achieve this step through tricky methods, such a large-scale extension cannot be done by humans.

No human being has seven scratches at a time.

Each scratch was very deep, at least beyond the reach of human fingernails. It was more like scratches made by seven sharp objects.

But there were no traces of sharp weapons in this room.

This room has an unobstructed view, and there is no place to hide sharp weapons.

Not to mention seven, plus the injuries on the opponent's body.

"Don't delve into it."

Dylan lowered his head following the voice, and the person he thought was sleeping stared directly at him.

The softness just for a moment seemed to be an illusion.

"I just..."

As soon as he opened his mouth, Aaron Kamiya raised his finger to block what he was going to say.

"Do you know why Xiao Ming died so quickly? Because like his name, he likes to find out."

Who is Xiao Ming? Dylan racked her brains but had no idea of   the candidate.

"Wow haha, just kidding."

Although he said this, Aaron Kamiya did not make a happy expression, but was serious.

The cold joke coupled with his expression did not change the topic, but made Dylan more concerned.

This undercover is really. Aaron Kamiya stretched out his other hand and put it on the other person's neck, pressing down.

"Why, you're curious."

Wow, how flexible is that? Aaron Kamiya couldn't help but praise in his heart.

Dylan couldn't speak at all, his mouth was blocked by the other party's hand.

At this time, Kamiyauri looked straight at him.

The neck was soft and numb, which was where Kamiyari was stroking back and forth.

The hot breath he exhaled directly hit Dylan's ears.

"...I'm just completing the tasks assigned by the organization, as well as your injuries."

Seeing Dylan's appearance, Aaron Kamiya couldn't help laughing, and the corners of his eyes were moist with happiness.

In this organization, whether "real wine" or "fake wine", there should be no compassion.

Be it organization or copy. Those are useless things.

Kamiyauri pushed Dylan back violently and turned around to face him.

"Eh?" Before Dylan could react, Aaron Kamiya leaned over and held him down.

No one spoke. Kamiya Kuri placed his hands on either side of Dylan's head. The lights flickered, and he repeated two words in a low voice: idiot. Then he leaned close to Dylan's ear and lowered his voice: "Now that we've come to this point, bury your kindness, the deeper the better."

In a place like this, what's the benefit of showing good intentions? There will only be a lot of... burdens like him.

It would be better if he didn't exist.

Even though the death of his teammates had nothing to do with Aaron Kamiya, he still blamed himself, shouldering the responsibility for the deaths of his teammates on himself, and nailing them to his mind, heart, and memory with so-called guilt.

Happy memories may fade, but guilt does not.

To carry it all on. This was something that had been decided long ago.

But now, someone is actively approaching me.

Aaron Kamiya looked at the other person blankly, as if looking at others through him, and heard his own light voice: "Why do you care about me?"

The hands on the bed were shaking slightly.

Dylan has already answered this question: "Because it is a task assigned by the organization."

He looked at Dylan for a long time and said slowly: "Then stay away from me."

That's fine.

He wanted to stand up straight, but his hand was grabbed by the opponent.

"I said no." Dylan's expression was serious, as if he felt that this was not right. "It's just a mission."

Aaron Kamiya was stunned for a moment. What was he talking about? His body was a little stiff. He subconsciously wanted to break away, but he held her tightly again and pulled him suddenly.

The light flickered again, then went out with a snap. The surrounding area darkened, and Aaron Kamiya also fell into Dylan's arms: "Don't think so much."

"You're going to die, really..."

Regardless of anything else, he really couldn't leave Aaron Kamiya alone. Besides, he chose to work as an undercover agent in the organization and was already prepared to die.

Dylan interrupted him: "I won't die. You can give me medicine now."

The gentle treatment made Aaron Kamiya collapse a little.

Why are you always so gentle to people like him? I couldn't help but close my eyes and listen to the beating of my heart beneath me.

It's still not stable even when placed in a pile of paper. The lunch box clattered to the ground. Aaron Kamiya bit the tip of his tongue, woke up through the pain, and suddenly broke away: "Whatever you want."

Having a sweet dream once is enough. Even if a dream breaks, having it once is enough.

The room was dark, but Aaron Kamiya could still clearly see the other person standing and extending his hand to him.

In a daze, he saw the captain reaching out to him when they met for the first time, and the other three looking at his smile, weaving into a mist that enveloped the whole room. In fact, it's all an illusion.

The reality was that Dylan quietly reached out to him and looked at him with full patience.

Dylan himself couldn't tell. How did he change from an ordinary task target to someone he wanted to take care of?

Of course, Kamiyauri, who is greedy for gentle treatment, can accept it directly, but it is impossible for gentle people and unfortunate people. What if one day his misfortune infects him?

Too much time has passed. Aaron Kamiya blinked the moisture out of his eyes and burst into laughter: "So many people told you not to get close to me, why didn't you listen?"

The fingers on his side paused. Now that I have made my decision, I can't go back. I spread my hands helplessly: "Isn't it good to use my name to get what you want? I treat it as food money for you, and you treat it as reward."

Yes, that's right, that's fine.

He winked at Dylan and smiled brightly, "Didn't they tell you?" Then he raised his finger and pointed at his head, "I'm sick here."

Don't come near him again.

"It doesn't matter."

"Hahahahaha" Aaron Kamiya laughed heartily, reaching out to wipe the tears from the corners of his eyes, "You are such an interesting person."

Just like what "Coco" said: Hamsters should be happier. A smile is a powerful weapon in all interpersonal relationships.

This is the perfect time to avoid the topic.

If he continued, he might be tempted to lock up Dylan.

...

No matter how dull Dylan was, he still noticed something was wrong. The Aaron Kamiya in front of him was very strange.

very strange.

How could someone have diverse and contradictory personalities that were forcibly spliced   together like an illustration, seductive, cold, lively, irritable... He actually felt that it was very harmonious, and that was how it should be.

"What are you thinking about, Su---G---Lan---"

He dragged out the last three words, trying to attract his attention.

"nothing."

"Really?" Kamiyauri leaned over, clapped his hands suddenly, put his palms together and smiled: "By the way, do you want to answer the question?"

Without waiting for an answer, he spoke: "What happens when a cup of cocoa meets an ice cube?"

"Iced cocoa?" Dylan responded cooperatively.

"Oh! You got the answer right. Let me tell you a story as a reward."

"Coco and Bingcube were a couple, but suddenly one day they encountered a monster. In order to stop the monster, they stood up, but they never thought that Coco would be injured and unable to escape."

"The ice cube?"

"Of course you stay with Coco. In the end, they will turn into ice corpses with the temperature of ice Coco. Do you think this counts as being together forever?"

"I wanted to live together, but ended up going to hell together. It was a really heroic choice."

"Is this really just a story?" Aaron Kamiya's expression was so serious that Dylan couldn't help but feel doubtful.

"Of course it's just a story. It's all nonsense. I just feel that dying together is considered a reunion." Aaron Kamiya stretched his body and waved his hand, "Besides, there are no monsters, you are right."

He really wanted to die, but in this world, there was no chance of meeting him even if he went down.

The lights flickered in time, and then turned on again, and the surrounding furnishings and the expressions of the people in front of them came back into view.

Stop laughing. Dylan thought.

At this time, the distance between them was only a few steps. Dylan lowered his head slightly and could look into the other person's honey-colored eyes, clinging to him tightly with embodied magic power.

After just looking at each other for a moment, Dylan raised his head and placed it on Kamiyari's head, and said in a warm and comforting voice: "It's okay, you don't need to hold back the tears."

What's going on with this man? Why can he be as comforting as his food? Aaron Kamiya looked at the other person blankly, the smile still on his face, but tears seeped out of his eyes...one drop after another.

He wanted to cry. Whether it's other people leaving or being alone in this world.

Can he cry, in this world.

Dylan pressed the man into his arms and said in a low, magnetic voice, "Cry it out."

Fear, uneasiness, disappointment...all kinds of emotions turned into mist in the eyes.

He wanted to cry. Aaron Kamiya grabbed Dylan's arm tightly, biting everything in front of him, burying himself completely.

He is still the timid hamster he was at the beginning. Even though he has abilities now, he is still the same person who is afraid of being alone.

The fabric of the clothes is not that thick, and Kamiyauri bites it hard. Dylan frowned, almost bleeding from the bite. Feeling the slight trembling in his arms, he sighed inwardly, touched his head, and combed his hair.

No matter how intense the emotion was at the beginning, it would eventually stop, and Kamiyauri was no exception. However, he had his own persistence, so he said in a low voice: "I'm not crying."

"Okay, you're not crying."

"I just drank too much water and consumed a certain amount of water, and you are not allowed to look." With lightning speed, he raised his hand to cover Dylan's eyes without pausing the whole time.

"It's time, you should leave." He did not hesitate to issue the eviction order and threw it away after use.

"I can't leave with you like this." Dylan said helplessly.

How can he go about this situation? He raised his hand and held Aaron Kamiya's cold fingers, "I haven't applied the medicine yet."

"It doesn't matter what the wound is."

"Um?"

Hearing the slight rise in the other party's voice, Aaron Kamiya pursed his lips and said, "I can apply it myself."

Feeling the gentle grip of fingers, Aaron Kamiya pulled Dylan to the door.

Before closing the door, Kamiyauri said: "Curry."

No beginning or end.

Without waiting for Dylan to ask further questions, he locked the person out.

Dylan looked at the door in front of him, feeling suddenly relaxed. Kamiyauri is completely different from what others said. He's obviously a lovely person.

Just add more chicken to the curry.