A blond guy was thoughtfully looking at the flower bouquets that stood on the counter of a flower shop. He chose a bouquet that he bought last summer for a girl. The girl who was in the hospital right now.
β Dude, you have a bouquet of flowers with red, white, pink and yellow colors?
The florist smiled and pointed to the two outermost bouquets on the counter.
"These are the flowers you meant, young man. These are Tsubaki's flowers."
Denji recognized these colors. It was the same kind of bouquet of flowers he had bought for Reze. The girl he liked. Even though she bit off his tongue and wanted to steal Pochita. He liked people who liked him. She taught him how to swim, and that was enough for the guy to know he liked her.
But she didn't come to the cafe, and he felt as if a train had hit his chest. He was in pain. He was abandoned. He waited for her, stubbornly waited.The old man told him to forget about Reze and move on. It was in that cafe that a girl, a hybrid like him, stole his heart. Not Pochita, but his own heart. For the next few days he tried to forget about Reze and live his life as he had. He started to daydream again about asking Makima to grant his wish to have sex with her, or just being a "good dog" who barked at anyone who was told to. It was fine until Makima ruined everything and humiliated him. He was stupid. He let Makima kill Aki, and then PowΡ. Then he just gave in to Pochita and just hid like a rat in a hole. Makima was right, he was a pitiful and worthless creature.But then Mr. Kishibe appeared and gave him a goal: to kill Makima. He killed her. He killed her with love. There, in the Public Security Cemetery, he had killed the woman who had given him everything, and taken that too. He cut the body with a chainsaw, stepped back, and looked at the field. There were many bodies there. Some he knew, some he didn't. Then one of the bodies with the dynamic apron and the familiar bomb-shaped head caught his attention. Her? Reze? Why was she among these assholes? How had she ended up in Makima's hands? He automatically walked over to her. There was a deep gash on her chest from neck to stomach. It must have been Pochita's doing it. He was overcome with doubts: what if she had attacked him? What if Makima had bought her and, like that Chinese woman, she had served her for money? He cut his hand on autopilot on something sharp and let the blood flow into her mouth. Then Kishibe came over and, lifting her up in his arms, carefully carried her to the car. Kishibe, of course, was not happy about this action of his, but promised to take her to the hospital.
While he was busy "solving the issue with Makima" (tasting her), he tried to visit Reze from time to time. She regained consciousness this morning. Kishibe told him so. He was happy. He wanted to ask her so many things that he took it and recorded it on a recorder so he wouldn't forget. Now he was standing and choosing flowers for her.
""I'll take these! How much do you want for them?" said Denji, taking the bouquet.
Denji paid the money for this bouquet and walked towards the hospital.
He went to the first floor and, remembering which floor of the hospital Reze was lying there, he started climbing the stairs to the top.He reached the surgery department and opened the door and quickly walked towards Reze's ward, but suddenly stopped.
There were four police officers on duty near the ward. All of them were wearing bulletproof vests. Two had assault rifles, one had a rubber baton, and the last one, obviously older, had a walkie-talkie and a holstered pistol. Denji tensed.What have they forgotten here?
He quickly walked towards them through the corridor and tried to enter the ward, when suddenly one of the policemen said:
Denji stopped and stared at them. He said
"Dude, I have to be there!"
"Young man, don't you understand Japanese? You're not allowed to enter the ward!" the policeman snapped.
He was tall and broad-shouldered, exactly taller than Denji and 7 years older than him. The policeman had a thin face and stern brown eyes.
"Dude, I should have been there! I bought her flowers," Denji said irritably.
"No way! Do you want me to repeat that again?" the policeman said sternly.
His three companions stood up menacingly from their chairs in the corridor, preventing him from entering the ward. Denji felt a strong urge to reach for the cord and activate the chainsaws.
"Listen, asshole!" Denji said. "There's someone important to me lying there, and you're blocking my path, so get out of the way or I won't answer for myself."
"Listen, you little shit! Keep your mouth shut or were you taught badly in school?" said the senior police officer
Denji grinned crookedly with his shark teeth and replied:
"I didn't even go to school, asshole."
He suddenly lunged at the shorter policeman and punched him in the face. The man screamed and reached for his face. The second policeman swung at Denji with a rubber baton, but instead of hitting his head, he hit his shoulder. So the blow was painful but bearable. Denji responded by punching the offender in the groin, who screamed in a comical way and grabbed his battered dignity. However, the tall one punched Denji in the stomach, knocking the air out of him, and the older one twisted his right arm. Denji, having recovered from the blow, With his left hand, he thrust the flowers from the bouquet into the tall man's face. The latter walked away, disoriented by such an impudent act, while the elder received a step on his leg from Denji and another kick to the stomach. Having freed himself, Denji twisted his twisted right hand and reached for the cord, but a harsh and familiar voice filled the corridor:
Kishibe looked indifferently at the almost comical scene of four police officers helping each other after a fight with a rowdy punk. The culprit of this brawl was sitting with a bouquet on the chair in front of him.
"Shut up!" Kishibe said without looking at him.
"What a shame," thought the old devil hunter. "A little hooligan has defeated four defenders of the law. "You have to be able to do this."
"Dear Mr. Kishibe, this scoundrel attacked us! He must be arrested!" said the senior police officer
"I understand. But why arrest him? If he defeated you so easily, then the girl you're guarding would tear you to pieces like a puppy ball," Kishibe said calmly.
"He should be arrested. He's a dangerous psychopath!" the older man continued.
"He's stupid, but he's definitely not a psychopath. He's lacking in grit, but the guy doesn't have any mental problems," Kishibe countered.
"But he's dangerous! He doesn't listen to anyone and breaks the law," the policeman insisted.
"That's why he was in Public Security. With the specifics of our work, those who serve are either those who want money, or fools, or fanatics, but there's no way around it. He lived in a barn and is only now living a normal life. You better not put him in prison, because then he will become even worse. "Something beautiful can still grow from this thistle," Kishibe said thoughtfully.
"Matsudo, let the boy into the ward and don't interfere with him," Kishibe continued the conversation. "The guy is stupid, often thinks with his head instead of his head, but he's sincere. So let him go to the girl and don't bother them."
Matsudo, that was the policeman's name, grimaced, thought, then sighed and said:
"A verbal warning will suffice. But next time I'll put him in prison for 5 years if he does something like that again."
"I had no doubt. I'll warn him," Kishibe said, then turned to Denji.
"Boy, apologize to the police and shake their hands as a sign of reconciliation!"
"What?" a stunned Denji shouted in surprise.
"What you heard. And do it immediately without any unnecessary 'buts'." Kishibe cut off.
Reluctantly, Denji stood up and, carefully placing the bouquet, took it and bowed as politely as he could and said the following to the four policemen:
And then he shook their hands. Denji and the police shook hands. Kishibe doubted that these gestures were entirely sincere, but the main thing right now was to relieve the tension. He sighed and, drinking whiskey from a flask, said:
"Now go to the girl. Look, you two, don't blow up the whole hospital. Good luck."
Denji nodded and, grabbing the flowers, walked to the door of the ward.
Reze woke up to someone opening the door to her room. "Probably a nurse or a policeman," the girl thought. The police came to her as soon as she woke up, took her statement, recorded her statement, and said that she was now under investigation, as participant in last summer's events. She was accused of killing 23 Public Security hunters, causing damage to property, destruction, and the death of civilians. Reze was ready to take responsibility for her actions. She knew she could be executed or put in prison. That scared her the least. But there was one thing she regretted - she didn't meet Denji.
He should have known. He should have known that she wanted to come to the cafe and run away with him. That Makima killed her. And then there's a complete black hole in her memory and vague scenes of some kind of battle. Fear and terrible fear.
The visitor entered the middle of the ward. Unkempt and spiky blond hair. Brown, almost red eyes. Shark teeth. Silly smile. It was Denji. Her stupid, cute and brave Denji. He should have hated her, but he brought a bouquet of flowers with him.
Tears welled up in his eyes. He placed the flowers at her feet and threw himself into her arms.
She let him hug her. He spoke first.
"I was waiting for you at the cafe... I thought you would come. I packed my things. I bought flowers." Waiting at our table. I thought you would come. But you didn't come. "I thought you left me and I felt so empty that it hurt. Where were you? Why didn't you come?"
Reze sighed and ran her fingers soothingly through his hair.
"I wanted to take the train, but I didn't go. I came backto run away with you. That's really what I meant on the hillβ "I like you, Denji, and that's what I meant."
He looked up at her, not believing what he had just heard. Someone likes him. Not Chainsaw Man, but Denji.
"Heh, I knew if you didn't like me you wouldn't have taught me how to swim," he smiled.
She giggled weakly and sighed, running her hand over his cheek.
"Denji, I have been charged with what I did when I attacked and fought you. I will be tried," she said in a sad and expressionless voice.
"What?" Denji asked in surprise. "So that's why those assholes posted guards outside the ward?"
"If they arrest you then I will carry you out the window in my arms. I am strong and I will carry you." spoke Denji strongly."I'll kick out the window and run away with you!"
"No need, Denji. You'll break your legs and we won't get far. I'm a murderer, and if they judge me, it will be fair!" Rese ran her fingers soothingly through his hair."
"After all, it's my fault that all these people got hurt," she thought.
"No. I don't want you to be executed! You don't deserve this. I just found you, and they want to take you away from me." Denji felt himself starting to cry. "Aki, Powi. They're gone. I only have you left, and those fools want to take you too."
"Calm down, Denji. I'm here and I don't intend to leave you. If there's a trial, promise me not to do anything stupid?" Okay?" she asked.
Denji bit his lip. He would definitely disrupt the court hearing. He didn't care that he broke the law. He just didn't want her to be harmed. But he nodded, looking into her pleading moss green eyes. Those beautiful eyes he had fallen in love with begged him not to do anything stupid and not to cause more harm than he already did. He nodded. Denji hoped that Kishibe would find some kind of lawyer to get Reze out of this situation. Now, the way she ran her fingers through his hair brought him peace. This made him feel comfortable and cozy. He just wanted to drown in the sea with her again. In the sea of that tenderness and love.
My fanfiction is an interpretation of what's happening in art. Although of course it's more like AU where Denji found Reze in an alley, but I like the idea that here Denji found his beloved among the corpses of Makima's victorious henchmen, revived her, and took her to the hospital But as it happens in Fujimoto's world, not everything can be very good. Responsibility came to Reze in the form of the police and the upcoming trial. There may be some OOC here so sorry if it is. This is a small sketch, quite modest and not particularly ambitious. I wrote this fanfic because Reza is like a curse that has lingered for a long time. Of course it is somewhat raw, but it will be reworked to look better. Thank you to those who read.
Original art: https://x.com/x_ap_r/status/1994512915718922280?s=20
