The Girl Who Spits Up Jewels

"No, ahhhh!

Crew's splitting screams ripped the darkness of the alley.

I spit out from the back of my throat. I was frightened by it, or my hand grabbed her shoulder bounced away frighteningly.

Don't miss that moment. Crewe ran out at full speed as he turned his back on the men.

"Ah, hey!

Wait, I pretend my voice flies but I can't hear it. I can't afford the tears that are going to be zero, I just don't look back and just look forward, shaking my hair and running. You can't get caught, if, if you get caught. In a blinking short darkness, old memories come back to life. Dirty floors, dirty words, dirty men - that world without one.

I didn't want to go to that place again.

But the direction is more unclear than it was originally, and the body, as shackled, is heavier anyway and inhibits itself from going forward. My legs are slow. My lungs are painful even if I breathe. My heart bounces in the back of my ear and I hear a zeezer from my throat.

... when you don't get enough oxygen for your thoughts, and eventually, you don't even know if you're really breathing right now -

She heard a voice calling her own name.

"Crewe!

At the same time, I bumped into someone who suddenly appeared in the front.

The person embraced Crewe, who jumped into his chest, without hesitation. That sounds more like an action to protect Crewe than to stop the escape. To the evidence, that arm turned on his back is very gentle. The difference was historical for her, who once lived as many days as she could be abused.

If so, this person. I called on Sputnik's name, but I stayed because it was clear it wasn't him. He doesn't call Crewe that, and most importantly, the fluffy soft chest he's nodding his face now is unique to the woman - who I believe won't be in Crewe yet but will one day be this fine - that's it.

From the chest that makes you feel maternal, raise your face. Her eyes met, she whispered, "You're safe," and grinned. In restless breathing, I manage to call her by her name.

"Nuts,?

"Long time no see. I don't know if I was right earlier."

That's the police officer I just met. To a soft smile, more and more power fell out of my shoulders.

and at the same time something is about to slip off my arm and I rush back to hold it. I almost dropped it. It was a paper bag. An important paper bag containing the ink I bought. Too tight while running, or the end of the bag was damp and discolored.

The nut kept his left arm turned to Krew's back, "Well," he muttered, getting his hands inside the jacket. And what I took out is a bi-fold notebook. She put it up against the man who came after Crewe.

"Don't move! This is the nut of a police station rear fiat branch police officer...... you guys?

Words that were supposed to be for culprit restraint, but broke off. Instead, the barbaric voice continues. And the words of the men returned to it also seemed unexpected.

"That."

"Sister Nut?

After all, what they said in a barbaric voice was her name. For some reason they also knew the name of the nut.

"Do you know...?

"Yep. These kids..."

But that, block the nut language.

"Temeje et al., or all the pretenders who tried to imitate our employees in disgust."

A sounding voice echoed from the bottom of the earth in this dim alley.

That's from behind the two boys. I noticed they look back a lot - faster, the arms that had grown were grabbing the tobacco boy's chest and the tattoo boy's collar and feet again.

It was one young man who showed up. The mouth is distorted like a laugh, but the fact that it is not a laugh is evidenced by the wrinkles deeply carved between the drawn cheeks and brows, the trembling muscles on the back of the hand, and all the other things, the standing.

Unusual black, ash. Sputnik, the owner of the Sputnik jewellery store and the lord of Klu - Sputnik - was there, very similar to that girl.

"What are you doing, Ola? You don't think you can just do that."

"Oh, shit, no"

A man who receives anger up close and desperately waves his blanket - no. If you observe closely, they looked younger than Sputnik and nuts, although they are certainly older than Krew. Around the late teens, or to such an extent as to still be a boy.

Two such boys, caught in Sputnik's hand, are shaking without escape. That would be so, there's no way a peaceful town-grown boy can beat the gaze of a former traveler who has crushed several thieves.

"We were just trying to get him to the police..."

"It's a tattoo. It's a cigarette. I don't believe the kid who does it."

"Eh."

Tattoos peeking through one or the cuffs, and smoke without a flame.

It was the tattoos who looked at each other's them and eventually began to explain them first with a plundered voice.

"Oh, my God, it's different. Here. It's not real, it's paper tattoos. Look, he peels right off... the real bad is this guy. Smoke something. Come on!?

"Oh, come on. - Then it's mine. 'Cause, look, this isn't smoke, it's chocolate! Wrap it up like this, but when you look at it, it's chocolate... hey, I'm going to chocolate! There you go! That's a sweet one. That's delicious! So this brother, I wonder if you could do something about it!

A tobacco boy offers Krew the little box he took out of his chest. When I received it as a snack and opened it, a few cigarettes still appeared inside, a few chocolate sticks of wrapping paper resembling

Not sure if I should thank you, now the tattoo - Seal - boy roughs up his voice.

"Ha!? What are you trying to do to help yourself? Seriously, I suck!... hey, hey, hey, don't you like chocolate better than that? Seal! He's a guy who can stick cheeks and cheeks and he's cute with ribbons and stuff. - Oh, not now, but he's cute when he gets home. He's got some cats and stuff. Don't you like animals and stuff?

"You're buying Temehe too!

"Forget it, life is more important than shepride."

"- Holding bribes to our cute employees? Nice work."

Sputnik's cold voice echoes in the fight between the two of them. To the intense voice of angry emotions, and to his eyes again, they all wept.

"You two, aren't you happy with the half-kill, eh?

"Hih, hih, hih..."

"Wait, Sputnik"

It was the nuts that broke in there. "Wait a minute," he said, releasing Crewe, confronting Sputnik.

At that moment, a much more light of hope was born in the eyes of the boys. "Sister Nut!" "Sister Nut!," she called as if she were a goddess or something, and as she escaped Sputnik's hand, she clung to her nut's leg. Getting shabby, he glanced at the 'goddess of salvation' in front of him with his empty arms.

"I'm sorry to bother you, nut. I don't know what a police station under heaven would say, but my law clearly says, 'Whoever hands on my private property kills all the clan members', so let it go. 10,000 people are equal under the law."

"I suggest you amend the law early. I'm not, I'm saying there's a quicker way to punish these guys."

"Huh?

Frowning, like looking at something frigid. Believe in nuts, before you believe it, like you don't know what she's trying to say.

"What do you mean? Or are you glued with these guys too? I'll snitch on the cops."

"No, I'm not. - You know, you guys."

Sputnik's joke - I guess, maybe - was thrown away, but the nuts cut in just one word. And when she turned her gaze to her feet, she pounded toward the 'believers' who would not let go of her feet.

Thus overlaid the 'Proclamation of Trust'.

"I'll tell Elsa."

Elsa.

Crewe knew about someone with that name. A waitress in a neighborhood coffee shop with a nice smile to play with. I just met him this morning, and he's a very sweet guy who didn't complain about any of Crewe's unfamiliar customer service. At least, that's the impression I had on Crewe. - But.

In the nutty words they looked as if they had seen the end of the world. Hurry away from the nuts feet, they both sit on the spot and bow their heads deeply with the momentum of their foreheads just hanging on the ground. And he repeated it like a scream.

"Your sister! Don't tell your sister. I'm sorry!

"I'll do anything! Anything! So just my sister!!

The leopard seemed surprised, as did the boulder Sputnik. When I unwrap my arms, I point powerlessly at the two people who started to plead in alignment.

"These guys, what the hell is Elsa?"

"My brother. I don't know if I want to be bad, but this is how I've been bad lately when I skipped a coffee shop. So, if I find him on patrol, I'll turn him over to Elsa. She's really horrible at educating her younger brothers, so it's going to be the best moxibustion. Oh, by the way, these kids, they're twins. Face, you look alike."

If you ask me. Crewe looks at the two faces again. It was the dimness of the alley at first, and the height difference from itself that I didn't realize, but it was certainly two melons in appearance. It was messed up with tears and runny nose, but its collapse is also similar.

"But, Sister Nat, we really didn't do anything today, we were just messing around"

"It's true, sister Nat, believe me. I was just trying to get her to the police because she looked lost, believe me."

"If we get any less pennies, we won't be able to play anywhere anymore."

Sister Natsu, help me.

Alternatively, the nuts sighed deeply at the two of them crying, whoa. Turning to Sputnik again, now you'll know, make a look just like that.

"... that's why I'll take care of these guys. 'Cause I'll make it worse."

"That's not 'cause I don't do bad' normal!?

"My nutty sister! My nut sister betrayed me!!

"Shut up. - Sputnik, you'll have more, more to do. Hey, Crewe."

Called his name, Crewe corrected his spine all the way. At the same time, Sputnik's gaze turns to Krew. Grey eyes that look a little farther away. I don't know why, it hasn't been that long since Crewe left the store, but I felt like it's been tens of thousands of years since I last saw him.

Okay, I'll go first. That being said, the nuts disappeared into another alley with the twins to beckon. I'm sure he headed to hand over the twins to Elsa. I don't know where and what Elsa is doing right now, but I'm almost certain she's in the city.

I drop off the nuts leaving, and then I look up at Sputnik again.

"Well, nothing seems to have happened."

He said yes, at his usual rate. To the appearance of the Lord, which I haven't seen in a long time, myself comes up with an unknown urge for a reason. But it was embarrassing to cry just a little bit away, and I looked around to see something deluded me.

And what I found was the presence of a gripping paper bag. Crewe presses it against Sputnik's chest.

"Um, uh, here, here, here. I could buy it. Ink, I could buy it!

"Right."

When I told him to scream, you were surprised at Crewe's momentum, and Sputnik laughed bitterly as he received the paper bag. Undisputed relief spreads to his voice, to existence, to his heart - and then one question sprang to his head.

- "How could he, be here".

Yeah. Put yourself out shopping, he is. Didn't you have a store number? How can you be in such a dim alley?

Think about it, one possibility comes to Crewe's head. Maybe he is.

That's what I came up with, she kept talking.

"Looking for me, to...?

It wasn't to the joy that the questioning voice was trembling. to grief that did not meet his expectations.

Sputnik sent her out, believing she could go and use you alone and come home. And yet, in fact, you get lost, you can't go home, and you come looking for me. Instead of getting compliments on this, it's annoying itself to him. That's not true, for Crewe's ideal - far from 'the woman standing next to him'.

I'm afraid, Crewe's inquiry. And for some reason, he pulled himself back like he was barometric with his eyes open. It seemed like I swallowed up something I was about to say.

The answer that Sputnik, who eventually turned away, told him to pound and whine like he was throwing away.

"No."

Unexpectedly, my voice leaked to the unexpected answer.

Crewe just thought he'd come all the way out to pick me up, and that's why he'd say things like, "Fuck the trouble at all," or "It was a mistake trying to make a kid like you shop for me," laughing disgustingly as usual.

But he didn't do that. Undo the neck you disobeyed, pull in the hand you put on her head, and look at Crewe again. There were no surprise colors in the ash eyes anymore and they were loose as usual.

And still, with the look that made people look like little fools, as usual, go on.

"Don't get me wrong, who worries about Temehe's time to go home? When I came out with something I forgot to buy, I just came because I happened to hear a scream from nearby. - Look, I'm gonna say it again. He said he was leaving the important store just to find Temehe."

I'm told, Crewe is.

With just one word that came up in the back of my brain, I felt a slight glimmer in my head that seemed to have caused me to go upside down. At the same time, it pulls in the tears that have been creeping up.

It's nothing more than a word that comes to mind - 'That too, yes'.

Is there anything wrong with this guy who only thinks about himself, who throws himself out crying and frightening and lets him go shopping? The answer is no. It's about him, where Crewe's return is somewhat late, and where he has wondered again about his late return, I'm sure this guy will forget about one of his lacunae, such as such concerns.

It's a cash thing, Crewe thought. Not to Sputnik, it's to my heart. I thought you didn't want to worry, but if you weren't actually worried, you wouldn't be there, and this makes me angry. I wonder how much you think I missed this one. Thin, lonely, scared, scared...

Although.

His words didn't end there. I put my hand on her head again and went on "to it" when I laughed.

And Crewe's, who's the beloved employer?

She did give me the words she always wanted after I left the house.

"I told you from the beginning, I believe you can shop alone. I doubt your power, but I'm not going to pick you up. - Ink, you got it right. Well done."

He did acknowledge her hard work.

A placed hand scratches her hair roughly. I can't even love that cluttered hand again. There in his belly, an emotion full of overflowing is going to take his place in tears if he does poorly, and Crewe will jump into Sputnik's chest - as.

Foreign body feeling creeping up from the back of my throat. As usual, I knew immediately what would happen.

Keep your head slightly lower and put your hands on your mouth.

"Coo?...... aah"

I call him by surprise, but he also found out. He nods and slowly strokes his back as soon as he gets to the point.

So Krew repeatedly coughed up a couple of times.

Eventually, in her hands, one stone is born. What showed up was a beautiful peachy gem. Highly transparent it also shines well in this dimly lit alley.

Sputnik looked at it and nodded as impressed.

"Pink tourmaline, I guess. Large, not even , very clear. Pretty good quality."

Quite a quality. - The amateur also knew very well that it was a good one.

Peachy stone with restless bouncing brightness.

It was as if the swollen thoughts in Krew's heart had taken shape as they were. What an embarrassment, but more proud than that, I smiled zero on her cheek.

(cont 'd)