Only with Your Heart

I guess we shouldn't be any closer than we should be if we were supposed to.

Even though he doesn't look like a thousand cranes, Ruklov's male stands dangerously stiff claiming his reproductive abilities.

But I couldn't leave Chizuru, who turns her back like she's hurt somewhere, far away......

Ruklov slowly approached Chizuru as he stepped on the dead leaves spreading at his feet.

"Chizuru"

Roll her name down to her tongue.

It should be just a coincidence of sounds, just to say this name, Ruklov's skin and muscles were tense. When this name is involved, whether he likes it or not, Ruklov is made to flirt to the left to the right.

Because I knew that.

At that time, Chizuru did something he shouldn't have done... in other words, shivering his back with his back against Ruklov, trying to escape in an unexpected direction.

Luklov had caught Chizuru's arm before he even noticed himself.

"Le... Clough, um..."

"Where are you going?" A faint voice leaks from the back of my throat. "Don't leave me. What if something happens?"

Chizuru looked back at Ruklov with his little anger-dwelling eyes.

- Anger?

"Ha, let go. Because I'm not going anywhere."

The dead branches that had just been picked up fell to pieces on the ground because Ruklov snatched (and said) her arm abusively. but I didn't care about that.

"Doesn't look like it"

Ruklov pointed out.

"What do you mean?

"You look like you're trying to get away from me, that means. And the reason for that is not because we are looking for dead branches"

Thousands of cranes caught their breath, as they poked at the stars.

Thousands of cranes waved their hands into her arms, but she didn't have enough strength to resist the knights who would take the best of the country.

"Because it hurts...... Luklov. Please…"

In a trembling whisper, Ruklov loosened his hand.

But I couldn't let him be completely open.

At that time, Ruklov was wearing leather gloves, but Chizuru was doing nothing. The hand of Chizuru touching over the leather cloth was delicate and was likely to break if held too hard. I don't want to see her soft hands hurt by things like her own hands and dead branches.

Ruklov had otherwise unconsciously removed his gloves.

Then, blurring slightly, he gave the undressed gloves to Thousand Cranes.

"Huh."

"Put it on."

"Fixed...?

"Give me your gloves."

"Why?"

"Don't let your hands get scratched."

"Ah..."

Ruklov succeeded in pressing gloves against Chizuru with a gruesome interaction that

Chizuru looked at the gloves with a flickering shake so he could hold them for a while.

"This is a lot thicker than it looks. There it is..."

The lurking anger slipped out of his expression and out of his voice, and Chizuru whispered in his usual laid-back tone.

"Do you or don't you?

"Shimazu. Wait a minute..."

You don't know the trick, after some clutter, Chizuru put on Lucrov's gloves.

Maybe the look of it is hilarious. Rather than Chizuru wearing gloves, it was disproportionate as if the gloves were wearing Chizuru.

But Ruklov remembered a strange satisfaction.

Thousands of cranes wear their own…. More complex and deeper passions flow from the back of your body, unlike direct contact.

It was a bad trend.

Now Luklov turned his back on Chizuru.

"Keep it on. I'll look here, so you'll have to look around."

Leaving his attention distracted from Chizuru, Ruklov gave him that instruction.

In fact, Chizuru is not under Ruklov's command. Luklov's role was to protect the thousand cranes, to lead them to the evil dragon, and the thousand cranes should have been better able to use Luklov.

But such arrogance to Chizuru is not enough to say anything.

Even now.

I honestly listen to and obey Ruklov's orders, which are somewhat irrational and turn whimsical.

We need to finish this farce quickly.

Ruklov began to pick up the dead branches silently, but after a while it was found that the thousand cranes were not moving. Instead, I feel a strong gaze behind my back that sticks together.

Ruklov stopped his hand and looked back slowly.

Thousands of cranes staring at Luklov, pitali and eye to eye.

Ruklov narrowed his eyes to warn.

Thousand cranes hissed for a moment, but when Ruklov said nothing more, he loosened his expression slightly as if he was relieved.

"Hey, Luklov... can I ask you one personal thing?

- Personal?

There's no way, Chizuru. Damn it. My 'personal' part is now wildly insane wanting to get inside a woman wearing my gloves.

"... what?

With such a faint voice that it would, Ruklov listened back.

"Doesn't that clasp hurt?

Luklov was almost there, almost giving him an arrowy beastly roar.

"What?

"Well, it... it's called cladding, isn't it? It's like a jarring iron jacket. The gloves are warm, so I was wondering if maybe it would actually be very warm. I always thought it was gonna hurt."

…………

"I'd like to try it on once. No?"

Did I do something that God would curse me?

What the hell is this sweet hell?

Ruklov looked up into the evening sky to catch his breath. As if to bruise him, a bird returning to the nest crosses the orange sky. Chizuru was still staring at Ruklov with his anticipating eyes.

Overflowing with breasts, I wonder what this thought is.

This fever.

This ruin and... blow away at the same time, this new breath.

"Someday."

Ruklov replied disguised as calm.

"Now, no?

"Now... gather the dead branches quickly. The sun will be completely down soon."

Thousand cranes dropped their shoulders discouraged, but that was only a short while too. Seems to have regained his mind immediately, and when he gives the innocent reply "yes," he returns to work.

Someday.

Yes, someday.

If it's for you, someday.

Everything.

Ruklov looked down at the clasp he had worn.

Her memories still dwell in what should not be any kind of weirdness, tormenting Luklov in a mundane moment.

Clasp. Gloves. Armor. Sword. All things had memories with Chizuru. So Ruklov didn't try to have anything more than he needed.

"Mr. Ruklov? It's Alde. Are you calling?

At the same time as the sound of knocking on the door, Alde's voice sounds.

Luklov looked up pulled back into reality. ─ ─ Maybe this is the reality. Though the boundaries around it were already blurred for Luklov today.

"Get in."

Ruklov told in a dry tone.

Alde immediately enters the room and gently bends his knees and lowers his head. She was a well-trained woman.

But the reason Luklov has been hiring Alde for years is not her qualities as a woman.

"Keep the next room... in order. I'll be back in a few days."

The sincerity of Lucrov's orders like this.

Alde probably knows. Maybe that's how vain hope is.

But the lady had criticism. She didn't have any mouth to speak of. However, he nods slowly and leaves the room when he bows his head again.

When the door sounded closed, Ruklov took a deep breath.

Loneliness hurts my lungs.

Memories overflow from my skin and roll at my feet. Ruklov crawled to the floor to collect them and felt like he wanted them back.

You already know there's nothing you can do about doing that.

Ruklov left the bedroom behind when he regained his helmet.

I'll never see you again, to find the ultimate lover.