Tokyo, My Childhood Friend is a Ghost Story

Chapter 8 Yes, he is special.
Fujang was really angry this time. She was the kind of person who wouldn't come even when her grandmother, Matsushima Yuko, asked her to call Uta Kasaya to eat watermelon. Even when they met, she would just hug the watermelon and hide in her room.

However, Uta Kasyapa felt that his answer was correct; the two of them had never been together!
Did they confess their feelings to each other? No.

Have you ever engaged in any intimate interactions as a couple? No.

If they have substance but no name, then they certainly can't be considered together.

As for whether he has any thoughts about it, some brothers do.
After all, Fu Jiang is so beautiful and alluring, not to mention her indescribable bewitching charm; any normal man would be attracted to her.

But the more this was the case, the less Uta Kasyapa dared to have any deep thoughts about her.

Since Fukie injected her cells into Uta Kasyapa's body, saving him from the brink of death, Uta Kasyapa discovered that he seemed unable to achieve complete immunity to Fukie.
Therefore, he didn't want their relationship to develop to the point where he, like those other men, would be obsessed with possessing her and then killing her.

"Kasyapa~"

When I returned home from university, Xiao Fujang was as well-behaved as ever, sitting on the shoe cabinet in the entryway waiting for me.

Looking at the clothes that he had temporarily taken off the rag doll and were wearing on Xiao Fujiang, which were not very comfortable, Uta Kassapa slapped his forehead in frustration.

"I don't have classes tomorrow because it's the weekend. I'll go see if I can buy you some clothes."

"Mmm~ Hug me~"

Xiao Fujiang stretched out her arms towards Utakayo, letting him hold her and press her face against his, rubbing her face against his.

"Stop rubbing, your face is all oily."

With the little one placed in his chest pocket, Uta Kasyapa began preparing dinner for the evening.

The skillful chopping and preparation of vegetables, along with the aroma of chili peppers, made Xiao Fujang sneeze repeatedly.

"Go sit over there."

At the dining table, watching Fuyuko, who took several bites to eat a single grain of rice, Uta Kassapa suddenly understood why nobles in fantasy stories were so keen on raising little fairies.

Putting aside all the strange and wonderful blessings, just watching such a beautiful little guy eat is a pleasure in itself.

The tableware is a bit of a hassle, so I'll just have to try my luck tomorrow.

The next morning, Uta Kasyapa repeatedly refused Xiao Fue's request to follow him. With a pouting and resentful expression, Uta Kasyapa went outside.

"Slow down, slow down! You'll have to pay for it if you break it!"

Uta Kassapa turned his head when he heard the sound and saw a group of movers carrying some very old-looking furniture.

Given its appearance, Utakayo doubted whether the furniture could withstand the move.

Speaking of which, it's astonishing that someone would dare to move next door. If I remember correctly, the previous owner of this house committed suicide by burning charcoal with his daughter in the house, right?

Perhaps it was Uta Kassapa's gaze, which had been fixed on the furniture, that stung the unshaven male owner, who uttered a sharp rebuke.

"What are you looking at? Haven't you ever seen someone move before?!"

As the man reprimanded her, the woman beside him, who looked quite worldly and was striking a seductive pose, frowned.

"a shame."

"you!"

The woman was fairly attractive, but standing next to her husband, who was dressed in worn clothes, the couple looked like they came from completely different worlds.

Uta Kassapa glanced at the two of them, then turned and headed towards the bus stop.

While Uta Kassapa was waiting for the bus, a girl with her head bowed and long, dark hair almost completely obscuring her face got off the bus, repeatedly apologizing.

The reason Uta Kassapa noticed this girl wasn't because he was lecherous, but because the way she was inexplicably looking down made her resemble a demon from a horror movie.

The girl wasn't short; Uta Kasyapa was a little over 1.7 meters tall, and she was almost half a head taller than him.

Seeing the girl walking towards him, Uta Kasyapa stepped aside to let her pass.

The moment their paths crossed, for some reason, Uta Kasyapa suddenly shivered.

Blinking, Uta Kassapa didn't think much of it and boarded the bus to buy things for the little one at home.

While Uta Kassapa was out shopping, the gate specially set up for Fukie was opened from the outside. Knowing the way well, Fukie crossed the grass and tiptoed to find the spare key in the corner of the eaves. She then opened the door and went inside.

Inside the house, Fue, who was lying on top of Utada Kasyapa's comic book, heard the noise, turned her head, saw it was Fue, and waved with her eyebrows raised.

Hello, Fujang~

Fu Jiang frowned slightly upon hearing this, looking at the little Fu Jiang who was lying on the comic book, kicking her legs back and forth like a romantic girl.

"idiot!"

Xiao Fujiang knew that the real person was scolding Uta Kasyapa, and frowned slightly in displeasure, but said nothing.

"We didn't get any information after a whole night."

"What should I do? I don't dare to ask directly. After all, if Kasyapa knew that your memories and mine are transmitted in real time, there are some things he wouldn't say."

"What use are you? I might as well kill you now, so no one will try to take you from me!"

Fujang didn't finish her sentence, but she knew very well that the unspoken words were to prevent anyone from vying with her for Utakayo's affection.

As a fellow Fujiang, Xiao Fujiang naturally knew how jealous, wicked, and vain she was.

"Killing me won't help. This situation is largely your fault, isn't it? If you had used even half the skill you used to have in seducing those men, Xiao Fujiang would have been here long ago!"

Fu Jiang frowned at Xiao Fu Jiang's accusations.

"And what's the use of getting angry? There's no confession, no real relationship. Even I wouldn't admit that we're together. Given your current state with Kasyapa, it's more accurate to say that you're in an ambiguous relationship than that you're actually together."

Xiao Fujiang knelt on the table, flipped a page of the comic book with both hands, and continued to lie on it.

"But there's good news too: Kasyapa likes me."

Yes, you like me!

Fujang gritted her teeth and solemnly refuted him, drawing the attention of little Fujang.

The two stared at each other in silence for a while, and finally Xiao Fujiang chuckled.

"Either is fine, since our memories and perceptions are interconnected anyway."

Fujang was seething with hatred, but she couldn't just kill Fujang directly, otherwise it would be difficult to deal with Uta Kasyapa.

"Stop gritting your teeth. Instead of getting angry at me, think about why Kasyapa has always kept a certain distance from you."

Xiao Fujiang's question made Fujiang think, and after a long while, Fujiang sighed.

"Perhaps, it's the fear of being killed like those ordinary people."

When this topic was brought up, Xiao Fujiang also fell silent.

Both Fue and Little Fue clearly sensed that Uta Kasyapa had feelings for them, but all along, Uta Kasyapa had been deliberately pushing their relationship apart.

Maintain a state of neither alienation nor excessive intimacy.

"You should have noticed by now, right?"

"What did you find?"

Fu Jiang was taken aback by Xiao Fu Jiang's sudden words. Upon seeing this, Xiao Fu Jiang sighed.

"Evil thoughts, when we are with Kasyapa, our evil thoughts are greatly suppressed, aren't they?"

Fujang nodded thoughtfully. Just as little Fujang had said, when she was with Uta Kasyapa, the evil thoughts in her heart that wanted to toy with and torture others for pleasure were greatly suppressed.

"So, Kasyapa is special, isn't he?"

Looking at the little Fujiang who had somehow gotten up and was sitting upright facing him, the two Fujiangs, one big and one small, stared at each other for a moment, and then spoke softly in unison.

"Yes, he is special."

(End of this chapter)