The opponent is Yunzuka Apricot, an informant. True has been dating only her body ever since, because she knew about the intense lust that arises after the murder and offered to take on that handler herself.
Although, apricots are not so free, so when apricots have jobs, it is true that women are bought and processed in prostitution organizations.
Truth is, I also used the apricot thing as an informer, and when I met him, about 80% of it was for physical purposes, but I wanted to hang out with him a little more decently, I thinned.
And the other day I thought about it, and I invited him on a date from the true one. I also thought I would be turned down as wanting to be in a dry relationship just for my body, but the apricot agreed lightly.
(Do you have feelings for me at all? She seemed angry that I was being held by a princess by Yukioka during this time)
Of course I'm not judging by that alone. It's largely something I can tell by the air if I'm dealing with it, but I suspect it might be my one-sided thoughts, too.
In front of Euthanasia Station, truly wait for the apricots to come.
It's not the usual uniform on a boulder, it's a personal outfit. True to rarely wear personal clothes or anything, but not without apparent care. In a camouflage jacket and cargo trousers in water, black, bright blue and thin grey, a bright red white shirt, a black tie and vest and, in person, the outfit was meant to be sprinkled to the fullest. I don't think about the fashion of the times. I loose everything to my own sensibilities.
"What's that outfit?
But to a word of apricot that appeared at the meeting place, true to my heartfelt disappointment.
"Is something wrong?
I imagine myself holding my head to wonder if the truth, which I liked for myself and even though I was going to sprinkle, was that I was worldly dressed funny when I received a kick in the encounter.
"No, I thought you had personal clothes..."
Apricots to say unexpectedly, with his hands on sunglasses. As usual, he is in a glassy suit and for some reason brings a paper bag from a clothes store.
(You didn't think I was in uniform, you were going to buy clothes at the clothes store in advance and put them on?
When they suspect it's so troublesome that they even prepare it in advance, they feel sorry for themselves.
"Well, it's convenient."
"Convenient?"
"Put this on. And this too."
Apricots handing sunglasses and a black soft hat from inside a paper bag.
"That doesn't match the clothes you're wearing right now."
"That's not true. 'Cause it's a bizarre combination and it's fashionable."
From the taste of apricots, I found that the word was not a lie, nor was it truly properly deceived, but still from the truth, I felt it did not suit me, and I was very resistant.
"So, why do you need to dress like this?
I ask once and for all, even though I can somehow guess.
It's about finally hiding your face, and it's inconceivable that the truth needs to hide your face except there's something tangled up in the back street. For example, after the apricots have become themselves, they want someone really killed in disguise.
They're after me.
Apricots answer terminally.
"I knew you meant that."
True to be convinced.
"Let them disguise themselves because if they are with Junko Yukioka's murder doll, there is a chance they won't be warned and raided? You dare summon me and make me pay back."
"That sort of thing. 'Cause I know it's bad, but this one's risking my life."
That said the apricot takes his true hand and walks out.
"Are you mad? It's my date, but I got caught up in this and I used you."
Apricot asks how he feels in a strange tone.
"There's no way I'm angry. I don't care if the apricots are killed. Besides, he told me honestly in advance, so I have no problem with it. You know, if you tried to use it without saying anything, you'd get angry, but you wouldn't trust me."
I will not tell anyone, but it is true that they have been doing that all the time.
"I'm sorry. Still a little backward. I wish I could have asked Li Mei, but I was working on something else."
"Can you rely more on your mouth than I do?
"I'm not. It's bad for you, because she's been dating longer, and it's easier for me to ask for things with my best friend, and I trust her."
"Well, I wouldn't mind a date while I'm escorting you."
From the truth, I wanted to have a more intimate relationship with the apricot, so I thought it would be more convenient.
"If you're going to be a Don Patch, you should go somewhere unpopular. Raiders will be easier to get their hands on."
True to decide you should change your scheduled date course.
"I'm so sorry. I've got a lot to worry about."
"I didn't say anything disgusting."
"I don't think I dislike it either."
"Right. So, who's he dealing with?
On the other hand, we talked about where we could be prepared for a raid, and yet easy to raid, and above all, where the good places to be established as dates, and the truth was hard at work.
"I have an idea, but I can't even teach you that. The content of the work is also involved. They've been after me since yesterday. At night, I was walking down a residential street and I was shot from behind. I was lucky enough to survive with bulletproof fiber, but it was a dangerous place. It went straight to a shootout, but as soon as the drunks arrived, they dispersed. Maybe I found out where I live. You didn't get a single night's sleep yesterday."
Regardless of the raiders themselves, there is a view of those behind them.
Currently, the work undertaken by Apricot involved a request to explore the executives of the 'Sea Chihuahua', an ecological terrorist group operating around the world in the name of environmental protection, and was in the process of carrying out that task. I'm sure he found out he was sniffing around.
Even those who protect themselves can't teach it easily.
"Shall we go to the forest of the euthanasia general?"
True suggests. The day is a place for parents and children, relaxing for the elderly, and the night is a place for the ten people in the back streets to fight.
The grounds are spacious, not so many people die during the day and on weekdays, and are suitable for attracting raiders.
There are also Planetarium, Japanese-style coffee shops, etc., and it's not bad to have a date while enjoying a forest bath.
"It's a beautiful day, and I think it's a good idea to sleep on the bench for a bit. It wouldn't even be fun on a date while fluttering asleep. You should get some sleep. In the meantime, I'm watching."
"Oh, thank you"
Apricots to be thankful for the lightness.
(I guess I was a little too crazy)
I really meant to care, but I was concerned that my care would make the apricot uncomfortable the other way around.
Forest of euthanasia general. Apricots to get some sleep on a sunny bench in front of the lawn. Even if you are aware that you are being targeted, you must sleep properly and recover health when you should. I felt secure that there was truth next door, so I could sleep promptly.
It's a beautiful place, so it's almost impossible to get close without going into our sight unless we use some supernormal force. If you were to use sniper guns without approaching them, you would be doing so.
"Looks like nothing's wrong."
After about two hours of sleep, the apricot awakens his eyes and repositions the uneven sunglasses.
"I'm sorry. Get involved in this."
"Once you hear the apology, it's enough, and I don't think about it."
True to say by creating a conscious and soft tone. I find myself feeling a little chipped, and I think of myself as a tannic surface in my mind.
"I don't feel any signs nearby. Even if you're monitoring it, it's probably from quite a distance. Regardless of who I am, it must be hard to attack without an apricot alone."
As I said, I was truly beginning to wonder if the raiders targeting the apricots might be the owners of a great deal of skill.
"If you're not getting your hands on it because it's too hard to aim for, let's move the place, whether it's to bring it out or to enjoy a date"
"Oh, yeah."
He stands up first, hesitantly grips the true hand he reaches out to, and the apricot also stands on the bench.
"Don't worry, I'll make sure the escorts and escorts do the right thing"
I wondered if there were too many conceited dialogues, true myself as I said, but with the desire to reassure him of the apricots and to get rid of the drawbacks of what he has mixed escorts with his dates, he is subtly speaking and acting differently than usual.
On the other hand, apricots also spot true care, so I learn to draw extra attention. The usual blurry truth, aggressively clear and escorting, felt like a chunk of discomfort.
"Can I ask you something weird? Have fun being with me like this?
Apricot asks as he walks with his hand in his hand.
"That's a fun decision to make. It's been a long time since I've had a good heart, even this one."
"I was born at this age on my first date, but you're not."
Having said that, I think Apricot said something extra and regret it.
"Was the apricot a virgin cook? Sorry, not the first time."
"No... why do you fly like that..."
Apricots stunned by true speech. When I use the slang wrong in the first place: virgin cook, I wonder if I should point it out. He seems to have a misperception of interpreting it with nuances such as virgin voyages and virgins.
That's when I heard a few gunshots. Because of the loudness of the noise and the fact that neither of us felt fine dust, we know that if a gun was fired nearby, it wasn't fired at us.
"Are the residents of the back street fighting somewhere?
True and face-to-face, said the apricot.
"Since daytime anyway if it's night? That's unusual."
At night the park turns into a dangerous zone where frequent protests take place between residents of the back streets, but day is a place for good citizens to relax. As a result, there have been few cases of attempts during the day to choose this place as a stage of resistance.
"Let's go check it out. I care."
True releases the apricot hand. Apricot with a face that seems to be a shame for a moment.
"He..."
Going to the shooter, watching one man come out of the woods, the truth turns into a mode of combat in an instant, releasing killing.
The person who showed up looked different. He's a white man who wears trousers but wears nothing on top and reveals a muscular complexion without wasting meat. He looks good, and he's handsome in a good way.
But the most eye-catching part of the man is not that he is naked for any reason, nor is it in terms of aesthetics. From the elbow of both hands is turned into the cat's forefoot, not the human one.
"Meh."
Opposite the truth that scattered the killing, the man gave a voice imitating the cat and made him laugh lovingly and frankly.
"Eric Taylor? You've been targeted by a troublesome man."
Looking at a handsome white man with a naked upper body, True said.
"I'm the one who's gonna break a bone."
"You've done this before?
Asking apricots. It's the first time I've seen the real thing, but I also know apricots about Eric Taylor. Jeffrey Allen, executive of Sea Chihuahua, is a child combatant.
"Many times. Snow Oka and Sea Chihuahua are enemies. It feels half rotten."
Snow Oka's name was given, and his apricot chest hurts.
"This guy often acts on sets with Jeffrey Allen. Alone?"
"Meh."
Looks like he heard the true word, Eric raises one hand and smiles and shouts. It also has proper meatballs, totally cat hands.
"They're nearby, but are you alone now? Then it's your chance."
"Huh?"
Apricot looks surprised at the truth of what Eric says as if he understood what he said in Eric's outgoing cat squeal.
True Eric fires at me. Two gunshots sound.
"Mya."
It looked like an apricot, as if Eric's hand had moved.
Shortly afterwards, the ground next to Eric's foot and a short distance away was worn with a bullet.