Tokyo, My Childhood Friend is a Ghost Story

Chapter 3: Always being killed, never being saved.

The raindrops pounded heavily on the eaves, the pitter-patter of the rain mingling with the patter of the rain, waking Fujang from her deep sleep.

Leaning against the headboard, Fujang looked somewhat dazed, then gazed longingly out the window.

She dreamt of that day again, of blood and the helpless struggle of a dying man, just like today, a rainy afternoon.

Click, the bedroom door opened, and Matsushima Yuko, who was quietly reading the news, turned to look at her granddaughter.

"You're awake? No classes at university today. Rainy days are perfect for sleeping in. Why didn't you sleep a little longer?"

Fujang walked over to her grandmother and sat down beside her, watching the news on TV together.

"grandmother."

"what's wrong?"

"..nothing."

Yuko Matsushima looked at Fukie, who seemed to want to say something but hesitated. After thinking for a moment, she guessed what Fukie was thinking and switched channels.

On TV, a young couple is arguing loudly because of the female lead's awkward personality and various misunderstandings. The male lead, who can't let go of his pride, ultimately chooses to break up with the female lead.

"Relationships are inherently full of twists and turns, involving personality, hobbies, and self-esteem, among other things."

"But the most important thing is still each other, isn't it? As long as you care about him and he cares about you, some things can actually be let go and negotiated."

Fukue knew exactly what Matsushima Yuko was referring to, and turned to look out the window at the rain that was beginning to subside.

The rain reflected in Fu Jiang's eyes as she left the stage, and the damp air drifted through the window onto her face.
"Grandma, I'm going to go play with Kasyapa."

"Okay~ Go ahead."

After simply changing her shoes, without even changing her pink, form-fitting hot pants, Fujang rushed into Uta Kasyapa's house, which was separated by only one wall, in the light rain.

Snapped!
A cold touch accompanied by waves of pressure came from his face. Uta Kasaya opened his eyes groggily and saw Fukie standing in front of his face.

She stood with her hands on her hips in front of the bed, a long, thin ice cream stick with bright red nail polish on her face. Following her calves, the gaze finally landed on her flawless and naturally alluring face.

"what!"

With a scream, Fukie was grabbed by the leg by Uta Kasyapa and thrown onto the bed.

"Uta Kasyapa, are you trying to die?!"

Fu Jiang, furious, got out of bed and, without saying a word, straddled Uta Kasyapa and pounded his shoulders through the blanket.

Thump, thump, thump, accompanied by the sound of knocking, and the sound of Uta Kasyapa gasping for breath.

"Stop! Do you know how much it hurts when you hit someone?"

"Shut up and bear it!"

"You asked for it!"

After a struggle, Uta Kassapa grabbed Fukie's hands and pressed her down beneath him, looking at Fukie, whose dark hair covered the pillow and whose eyes were filled with unwavering defiance.

"Are you having an episode?"

"Ouch!"

Fujō raised her neck and bit Uta Kasyapa's wrist, but he let go and dodged.

"Alright, stop fooling around. I'll go start a fire right now."

After releasing Fukie and getting up, Uta Kasyapa found a lighter and walked out of the bedroom.

"stop!"

"You're doing that again, you fucking bastard!"

Before Uta Kasyapa could finish speaking, a small piece of cloth covered in freshly grown clones from his special period hurled at him in the face.

Instinctively, he hurriedly caught it. When he realized what was happening, Uta Kassapa's hand trembled and he wanted to throw it away, but he still forced himself to look at Fukie despite his discomfort.

"Just pull it out like that?! Aren't you disgusting?!"

Seeing Uta Kasyapa's helpless expression, Fujang crossed her arms and smiled smugly.

"Bite me?"

".Neuropathy!"

Well, Fu Jiang was a bit mentally unstable to begin with, otherwise she wouldn't have gone so far as to lure those men into killing and dismembering her.

With a helpless sigh, he carefully grabbed a corner of the small piece of cloth and put it into the bag. Uta Kasyapa then took the umbrella and went to the courtyard to start a fire.

When he returned after dealing with the small piece of fabric, he found Fujang sitting quietly in the living room watching him. "What's wrong with you today?"

When asked, Fujang stared at him for a moment, then raised her hand and patted the empty space on the sofa next to her.

Uta Kassapa hesitated for a moment, but in order not to provoke this crazy woman, he obediently went over and sat down.

The moment he sat down, Fujang's hand reached out inappropriately towards the hem of his clothes.

"Hey! What the hell are you doing in broad daylight?! I'm going to yell!"

Snapped!
Uta Kassapa, who had just received an angry slap on the forehead from Fukie, suddenly fell silent. Looking at her furious expression, Uta Kassapa silently turned his face away, not daring to watch the tragedy that was about to unfold.

"Don't do it, it hurts."

Touching the scar brought a numb, slightly itchy, and mildly stinging sensation—a tactile sensation that the regrown nerves couldn't accurately transmit.

Looking at the scars on Uta Kasyapa's abdomen and chest, the longest of which was nearly ten centimeters long, Fukie's eyes were filled with complex emotions.

"What are you going to do today?"

Before Uta Kasyapa could finish speaking, Fukie covered his mouth with her hand.

"You can't expect anything good from a dog's mouth, don't let it affect my mood."

"."

Looking at the scar on Uta Kasyapa's abdomen, Fukie's fingers gently swept over it again and again.

The scene involuntarily flashed into my mind: that day in Yamazaki Alley, when Uta Kasyapa fought with two homeless men to save me, and then was stabbed in the abdomen.

Have you ever been afraid?

Fujō's low voice startled Uta Kasyapa, reminding him of the feeling of his body temperature rapidly draining away with his blood that day.

"A little, but not much. After all, my adrenaline was running high, and you were more seriously injured than me. All I could think about was killing those two bastards."

"If I had to say what I'm afraid of, it's more about being held accountable afterward."

Uta Kasyapa's answer left Fujō silent for a moment, her fingers continuing to rub his scar.

"I won't ask you why you know about my special abilities, nor will I ask why you are unaffected by me. I just want to ask you, what was your reason for saving me back then?"

Looking up at Fukie's eyes, which were as black as the tips of her hair, Uta Kasyapa was stunned for a moment.

"do not know."

"?"

Snapped!
"I've been building up my emotions for ages, and this is what you tell me?!"

"hiss"

Uta Kassapa clutched his left breast, his face contorted in pain.

"I just didn't know! When I saw you get slashed in the shoulder, I just exploded. I didn't even have time to think about why I had to save you!"

"Is this what I want to hear?! Can't you say something nice?! Is your mouth only good for eating and making me angry?!"

clap clap clap!
"Stop hitting me! If you keep hitting me, I'll get angry!"

"I'll hit you, go ahead and hit me if you dare!"

"You son of a bitch!"

He suddenly flipped over and pinned Fujang down, staring at Fujang who was glaring at him, clearly furious.

Her heavy breathing caused her chest to heave, and Uta Kasyapa's gaze involuntarily fell upon her.

For some reason, this wasn't the first time Fukie had encountered a gaze similar to Uta Kasyapa's, but today's gaze made her especially shy.

After a struggle, Fujang suddenly clutched her chest.

"Say!"

Sitting on Fujang's lap, Uta Kassapa gazed at her charming face, which was both reproachful and alluring.

"Maybe it's because he's lustful."

"."

"You go to hell!!"

Suddenly pulling her foot out, Fujang kicked Uta Kasyapa hard in the stomach, sending him flying and crashing to the ground.

(End of this chapter)