MEMORY OF BARBARIAN

original moon

The same pair of eyes

But it will never be 'the same'.

WRITER’S LETTER

Written with love: 'Blue Girl (?)' and 'Red Boy (?)'

until my head is pounding

And with the utmost haste

Information may be missing. Realism may be impaired.

No matter what errors there are I have to say the word 'sorry' in this small space.

Thank you to everyone who stopped by.

PS.

The story is related to the sweet moment in episode 10.

(Refer to the aforementioned moment at the end of the story)

Long live the red and blue!

Rome

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We all hate bad luck.

If I hope that bad luck will happen to me

"stray? ”

"nothing"

cold snow But the memories are warm

Take away my eyes.

“So what are you doing all alone? ”

"go for a walk"

“It's cold - ”

“I'm not cold.”

Don't make me have to endure seeing --

Our paths that may never cross again

“I know! Munakata Reishi brushed away the snow on his collar. “You are a barbarian.”

“What kind of person is that? ”

“There is no place to live. No place to go, no parents, no friends.”

He made a sound like gargling. “That is called a barbarian. Or is it a pitiful person? ”

“That's it.”

Mikoto Suo sat down on the damp and cold log, “Go, don't mess with people like me.”

“Isn't it really cold? ”

The boy looked down at his hands. He was naked, had no gloves, and was not kept in his coat pocket. “Are you really not afraid? ” he asked.

“Why be afraid? Munakata Reishi asked back. “By the way, how old are you? To act like a worldly person.”

"twelve"

"same for me"

Suo tapped his toes in the snow. “And you are strutting your stuff like a golden scholar.”

“Munakata Reishi.”

"Mikoto Suo," he answered without shaking the other's hand.

“Mikoto Suo,” Munakata Reishi clicked her tongue. “Why should I be afraid of you? ”

“People say my eyes are like fire.”

"He's right -- it's like that."

“So you're not afraid? ”

“Don't be afraid, fire keeps you warm, especially on a cold night like this.”

“Yes,” the boy nodded. “That's why I don't feel cold.”

It had been snowing for several hours. The sky was so overcast that it was almost impossible to see the pale moon that hung like a flickering lantern.

The only thing that burns is the memory --

Munakata Reishi… Munakata Reishi… Munakata Reishi… He remembered that name by heart. A haggard boy with enormous glasses meets by chance on a cold night -- the first 'friend' in his empty life.

“What are you doing here all alone?” Suo asked.

"go for a walk"

He laughed, “Aren't you cold? ”

“It's cold -- very cold.”

“Go back,” the boy said. “It won't be worth it if you get sick.”

“It's worth it,” Munakata Reishi argued. “At least I got to meet someone as interesting as you.”

“How interesting? ”

“It's interesting that we don't necessarily know each other's origins. But I feel like talking to you is more fun than other people.”

He motioned for Munakata. Reishi sat down next to him. The snow is falling harder and harder.

"I've never seen you in the city."

“I don't live in the city,” he replied. “I don't like the city.” The boy expanded as he blew white smoke out of his mouth.

"Why? ”

“There are many people in there. But no one knows each other. No one feels like family. You will always feel alone even though there are millions of people around you. Walking around in circles.”

“I also don't like the forest on snowy nights like this. But I was forced to come out.”

"sorry"

"It's okay -- at least you're fun to talk to."

“You.” He picked up snow with both hands. “You're a repressed child.”

“Talk in an ugly way.”

Suddenly, he smeared snow in his hand onto Munakata Reishi's hair, who was shivering in the cold. The boy, who was almost twice his size, stood up quickly and laughed loudly.

“Take it! ”

A lump of snow was smeared onto his face. Suo shook himself up and scooped up the snow again. But this time the haggard boy was more agile. The first, second, and third lumps of snow hit his cheeks and chin.

“Come on, golden age scholars don't play with things like this! ”

He shouted and leapt towards Munakata. Reishi went down and measured the floor. Crush the snowball onto your face and neck until you hear a heavy coughing sound. But as soon as the hand He knew that he had fallen into a trap when he was the one who went to lie down and measure the ground himself.

“Come on, people who know the world wouldn't do such nonsense.”

Mikoto Suo laughed. A worldly person and a golden scholar would not do such a thing. Of course, the future red and blue kings he couldn't agree with. But not with two boys who met and fell in love on a cold, friendless night. Not with two people who accept each other for who they are without knowing the other's origins.

The snow had stopped falling as the two children lay sprawled on the ground. Munakata Reishi, who was weaker than him, let out a terrifying gasp.

“Are you really tired? -- Academic.”

Munakata Reishi didn't answer, but smiled at the sky.

“Heh -- who can have the strength of a barbarian? ”

He himself didn't answer. But smile at the other person's face.

“Will we meet again?”

Munakata Reishi suddenly asked. And he immediately replied, “I don't know.”

“Will you come here again? ”

“I can't answer.”

“But I will come here again.”

“Why?” He turned over on his side. “You don't like the forest, do you? ”

“Because I hope to meet you.”

“Then I myself will come here again. And we must meet again,” he decided. “I will make you drown in the snow one day.”

“That's a cute barbarian's threat.”

He moved closer. Didn't answer but asked “Is it very cold? ”

“Are you going to tell me that it's very hot? ”

Suo threw his arms around the boy, “Poor thing.”

“Your body is hot.”

“Yes,” he replied, “it might help.”

“It's a barbarian's way of creating warmth.”

But even as he said that, Munakata Reishi squeezed even more into his arms.

“Then I will research whether it is effective or not.”

Munakata Reishi smiled at the sky. He smiled at the other's face. The night was long with arms and white snow. before fading away in sunlight and time

Cigarette smoke floats around, snow falls, cold to the body and heart.

“There are innocent students there,” Munakata Reishi whispered, “and your people as well.”

Cigarette smoke floats His feelings were the same.

Munakata Reishi leaned his face closer. “Do you understand what I'm saying? ”

There is a taste of blood in the mouth.

“I take care of my business. You handle your work,” he replied patiently. “That's enough.”

Munakata Reishi stood up. He is the same. “Barbarians,” said the other, “doing things without considering reason.”

“You probably didn't really think about it yourself. Can you change my mind?” he asked back. “Because acting like this is… not worthy of being a master at all.”

The moonlight fell like tears on my heart.

“I just -- I want to meet up with my friends one more time.”

Mikoto Suo spat out her cigarette on the ground, “Let's go.”

“Suoh -- ”

young man takes a breath It's like something is blocking your throat.

“Are you sure? ”

He swallowed it down, “Sure.”

The last thing he saw were Munakata Reishi's old eyes, and the last thing he felt was his broken heart.

“You fool - ”

Two footsteps sounded far apart.

Mikoto Suo looked up at the sky. The moon was as pale as that day. And the snow is still falling. He just laughed.

“Who is as wise as the Golden Age scholars?”

We all hate bad luck.

If I hope that bad luck will happen to me

Take away my eyes.

Don't make me have to endure seeing --

Our paths that may never cross again

The snow has stopped falling.

And take away another memory.

But everything is still cold.

Don't make me have to endure seeing --

Pictures of us from yesterday again.

FIN