Celty's Head / Celty's Head Runs Away

"Of course." Izaya flashed his signature smile as he watched the girl leave. He turned his swivel chair around, opened a drawer, and found a whole bunch of photos of Shirou inside. There were photos of Shirou riding in Celty's car, photos of Shirou eating lunch at school, and photos of him on dates with girls.

However, he didn't intend to tell Artoria right now; at least, it wasn't the right time. Izaya wore a cryptic smile, seemingly both enigmatic and enjoying himself.

Happy National Day, everyone!

Happy National Day!

Wishing everyone a wonderful long holiday!

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Chapter 947 Celty's Head

Bang!!!

A fist slammed on the table, spilling a cup of coffee that had been overturned. The freshly brewed coffee burned the woman's hand, but she didn't even flinch, her entire being consumed by rage, and she could only feel the pain.

"What did you say?! She escaped?!" Yagiri Namie's eyes, filled with anger and agitation, swept over the researchers in white coats who were bowing their heads in remorse.

I'm so sorry!

"We didn't expect that she was just pretending to obey, and was actually looking for a chance to escape...?"

"If the police find 'that,' it'll all be over!" said the man in black who had been brought in.

Yagiri Namie pressed her lips tightly together, knowing that nothing she said now could undo the damage. Thinking of her beloved younger brother, she suppressed her anger and said, "... Fine, have all the 'subordinates' who are alright go out and look for her. There's no need to be as discreet as usual. Search with all your might. If anything goes wrong, let them figure it out themselves."

"Should we stop them from harming the target?" the man in black asked in a cold voice.

Yagiri Namie frowned, thought for a moment, and gave a clear order, "It's a bit of a pity... but at this point, life or death, bring her back to me!"

"Yes!!!" The men in black sprang into action.

The men in black went into their changing room, and when they came out, they were all dressed in cleaners' uniforms. They even had a van with the cleaning company's logo on it, all prepared for this kind of shady work.

Yagiri Seiji was wearing a trench coat, his face hidden by the hood. He was looking around at the buildings inside, and he was already regretting giving his 'girlfriend' back to his sister.

Because those people were hiding a 'girlfriend' in order to study her, seemingly wanting to extract cells, DNA, and other things from her to find out the secret of why she was still alive even though she only had one head.

Indeed, if body parts could be kept fresh, it might not be impossible to have a body transplant. In that case, as long as one has enough money for surgery, one could extend their lifespan by constantly changing bodies.

If such technology were mastered, the world's richest and most powerful people would probably be scrambling to transfer their assets to Yagiri Pharmaceutical.

But none of that mattered to Seiji; all he wanted was to win back the person he loved.

All of this is for love!

From the first time he saw the human head inside the glass jar, he fell in love with the foreign woman inside. No, it would be more accurate to say that he gave up love for everything else. From that day on, he could no longer remember the faces of other women, including his sister, and could only identify them by their hair, voice, and clothing style.

Only his 'girlfriend' sleeping inside the glass jar was so beautiful; he only needed to look at her to feel completely content.

He decided to find another opportunity to get inside and take his girlfriend away. He had previously gotten in by stealing his sister's security card, then used a stun gun to subdue the security guard, and left with his girlfriend. In the end, he didn't face any punishment because his surname was Yagiri, and the company owner was his uncle.

At that moment, the fence of Yagiri Pharmaceutical was opened, and a car with a cleaning company logo drove out.

Seiji knew that the people in the car were employees of the company who specialized in kidnapping and human trafficking. They were part of a department that existed to cooperate with Yagiri Pharmaceutical's human experimentation. Of course, although it was called human experimentation, it wasn't the kind that involved cutting off limbs, removing internal organs, or causing death. Instead, they would administer anesthesia to keep the subjects unconscious, then conduct various experiments to collect data, and after that, they would simply throw them back into the park.

In fact, even they themselves didn't know what they had gone through. They might only have a few needle marks on their bodies or a few stitched scars on their stomachs. Even if they went to the hospital for a check-up later, the medication would have worn off, and a regular hospital check-up wouldn't be able to detect anything.

As a pharmaceutical company, developing new drugs always requires test subjects. Compared to using animals like mice and monkeys, collecting data directly from humans is indeed more efficient. Generally speaking, they only target those who might disappear for a day or two without anyone reporting it.

For example, homeless people, internet cafe refugees, drunkards and drug addicts lying on the street, or illegal immigrants without gang protection. However, sometimes these cleaners, for convenience, will also bring back some naive runaway girls...

Seiji despised these lackeys who didn't treat others as human beings, but their lives or deaths were none of his concern; all he wanted was to find his girlfriend.

Just then, Seiji's eyes widened. He saw a girl in a hospital gown climb over the wall, then crawl behind a van and drive away. The girl had a saw-like cut around her neck, running from her throat to the back of her neck, and on that cut was the head of the person Seiji had been Seiji for and loved.

Meanwhile, Shirou watched Sonohara Anri and Ryugamine Mikado leave. He was still some distance from home. He wondered if he should go and make some new friends, since most of the boys at school didn't seem to want to talk to him. So, he naturally turned his attention to the pretty girls nearby.

At that moment, he saw a woman with a great figure wearing a tight-fitting bodysuit and a peculiar cat-ear helmet. It was none other than his benefactor, Celty. She was standing with a blond man dressed as a bartender.

Shirou walked up to her and greeted her, "Ah, Celty, good evening. Have you finished your work?"

"Ah, Shirou, what's gotten so late? Haven't you gone home yet?" Celty turned around and looked at Shirou with surprise. Although she encouraged Shirou to make more friends and integrate into society as soon as possible, there had been rumors recently about a red-haired youth who was hitting on girls everywhere and even succeeding. She began to wonder if he had done something wrong.

"I wonder why Celty is still here..." Shirou said in surprise. He thought Celty had already gone home to spend time with Shinra. Why was she with the blond guy instead? Did Shinra know?

Chapter 948 Celty's Head Ran Away

The bartender recognized Shirou and said, "Ah, you're the kid from the Raira Academy who was with that bastard Izaya before."

"No, it's not a brat, it's a Baku," Shirou corrected.

"Huh?" Shizuo was taken aback.

[He's actually from my side, a kind of monster that feeds on dreams. Because of amnesia, he's a bit unsociable, but he's really a good kid.] Celty chimed in, holding up the typing monitor.

"Ah, amnesia... You guys have it tough too. Anyway, you're Celty's junior, right? I know, nice to meet you! I'm Shizuo Heiwajima." Shizuo nodded, turned around and shook hands with Shirou, thus becoming acquainted. As long as he speaks properly, he's actually a very easy person to communicate with, but he often can't control himself and gets angry easily.

"Yes, my name is Shirou Emiya, nice to meet you! Shizuo! We're friends from now on," Shirou said with a hearty laugh.

"Ah, ah, ah." Shizuo casually agreed, which was considered as accepting Shirou as a friend.

Several people walking along the roadside stopped and turned to look at the pedestrian crossing on the other side of the street, where a woman was standing.

The woman, dressed in what appeared to be hospital patient pajamas, was probably in her early teens. She walked unsteadily down the twilight-shrouded street. Perhaps she was injured, or perhaps she had just escaped from being held captive by local thugs.

Celty followed the gaze and then froze.

In the memories that remained in Celty's body, she vaguely remembered standing on a blue lake in Northern Europe, surrounded by lush green grass, stained-glass houses, and her own face reflected on the lake.

The slightly wavy black hair, as dark as the night, and the face deeply imprinted in his heart, were now resting on the neck of this woman who walked unsteadily and seemed on the verge of losing her balance at any moment!

"Celty?" Shirou looked at the woman wearing a cat-eared helmet with a puzzled expression.

Celty sprang to life, his emotions, suppressed for over a decade, erupting in an instant as he charged forward like lightning.

Celty walked up to the woman who was walking unsteadily, grabbed her hand and pulled her to face him.

The woman looked at Celty, then suddenly gasped in fright, screaming wildly and trying to shake off Celty's hand.

"Ahhhhhh! No! Ahhhhhhh!"

All eyes immediately turned to the two of them, and whispers arose. But Celty, overly excited, paid no attention to anything else. She only wanted to see the other person's face clearly to see if it was indeed her lost head.

But in this situation, she couldn't speak. Her hands, trembling with excitement, steadied her phone to type and tell the other person what had happened.

"Uh, calm down. We're not suspicious people." Shizuo stepped forward to help Celty out of this predicament, and to calm the girl down, he was about to put his hand on her shoulder...

At that moment, a sudden impact shot through his waist, and something pierced his thigh below his buttocks. Warm, wet blood instantly soaked his pants and flowed out.

"Huh...?" Shizuo glared and turned around, seeing a young man who looked like a high school student bending over, holding a ballpoint pen in his hand, the tip of which was stuck in his thigh.

"Let her go!!!" The young man was none other than Yagiri Seiji, who had come here to save his beloved.

"You brat! Do you know what you're doing?" Shizuo said to the young man, barely containing his anger.

Yagiri Seiji took out another ballpoint pen from his backpack and plunged it below Shizuo's wound, then began searching for a third one. If he had a knife, he probably wouldn't have hesitated to stab Shizuo like that.

"Huh?" The people around were stunned.

Celty was also taken aback, and the girl she had been holding took the opportunity to shake off Celty's hand and walk into the alley.

"Go, Celty. Although I don't know the details, you have to find that person. Leave this to me. Go." Shizuo Heiwajima patted Celty's helmet and said calmly.

Celty nodded, then sent a shadow to contact Shirou, saying, "Keep an eye on him. That's something Saint Seiya would say when facing a powerful enemy. That person might really be going to be killed."

"Okay," Shirou replied.

Then Celty summoned a motorcycle that seemed to ride on autopilot, jumped on, and chased after the scarred girl as she ran away.

"It's a black motorcycle!"

"Really?!"

The young men and women around, who were recording the video and weren't afraid of making things worse, shouted excitedly.

At this moment, Celty's chariot let out a neigh like a galloping horse, and it had already galloped away, disappearing from sight.

"Don't be afraid, I'm coming!" The young man watched Celty leave, and then he wanted to set off to chase after her.

"Wait, that girl is your girlfriend, right?" Shizuo asked, pressing down on the young man's shoulder.

"Yes, it's the person I love most! The one I'm destined to be with!" Upon hearing this, Yagiri Seiji turned around and answered earnestly.

"Then... how did she get like that?" Since the other person was a high school student, Shizuo, as a working professional, remained calm and decided to listen to their answer first.

"I don't know!" Seiji said impatiently, trying to break free from Shizuo's grasp.

"What's her name?" Shizuo asked patiently.

"Who knows?" Seiji replied matter-of-factly.

After all, the other party was a high school student. Shizuo, who originally wanted to handle the matter properly as a grown-up, now had veins popping out on his face. He had reached his limit and could no longer tolerate it.

Shizuo Heiwajima erupted.

"What nonsense are you spouting?!"

With a roar, the young man's body flew into the air.

"No way!?" the onlookers exclaimed in surprise.

Without hesitation, Shizuo threw Seiji onto the driveway, slamming him hard into the side of a delivery truck. The light was red, and a car happened to be stopped there; if the light had been green, he would probably be dead.

The people around him stared in disbelief, for the distance the young man had flown was simply beyond human capability, causing the onlookers to gasp in astonishment. Their gazes towards Shizuo Heiwajima were as if they were looking at a superhuman being shooting down a plane.

Shirou looked at the man in surprise. He was incredibly strong! Perhaps the strongest being he'd ever encountered since arriving in this metropolis. Could he also be some kind of yokai?

Before Shirou could ask a question, he glanced at the face of the fallen youth and suddenly remembered something. He quickly ran to where Seiji had fallen and squatted down.

"Ah, I remember now, you're Yagiri Seiji, right? We're in the same class," Shirou asked with a hearty laugh.

"No, no, no! Now is not the time to talk about friendship, is it?" people nearby complained.

Chapter 949 Shirou Doesn't Understand Love

"I asked you what the name of the person you like is, and you said you didn't know? Don't you think that's a bit of an exaggeration? Hah!!!" Shizuo Heiwajima roared. He had been hanging around Tokyo for a while, failed as a bartender, and now worked as a debt collector. He had seen all sorts of unreasonable scoundrels and petty thugs who tried to use violence to refuse to pay their debts.

But even fooling around has its limits! He got two holes pierced! That's not all, though... because the young man seemed so serious, he patiently listened to what he had to say, only to find out he didn't even know the girl?!

"Hey, you don't even know who that girl is, so why do you say you like her? If you want to become friends, the first step is to tell each other your names." Shirou looked at his classmate curiously and offered his experience.

Despite the throbbing pain and numbness throughout his body, Seiji's eyes remained resolute as he spoke, each word distinct and deliberate:

"Liking someone... has nothing to do with their name!"

"Why?" Shirou looked at the young man in front of him, who was radiating a strange vitality. He felt that the young man had suddenly become much more mature than the boys in his class, and his eyes were full of light.

"Because of love!" Yagiri Seiji said firmly, without any doubt. This was the reason he lived.

"Love?" Shirou tilted his head. Because of the Baku's 'dream-eating' ability, he could sense the other person's longing. This intense emotion, upon hearing the word 'love,' made his heart pound faster, his blood flow quicken, and his body and spirit surge with excitement. Although he still didn't quite understand this emotion, he felt a certain...

Yagiri Seiji declared like a fanatic, "That's right! I'd rather lose my own life to protect the other person. If love is lost, then everything loses its color, and living becomes meaningless!"

"I still don't quite understand," Shirou said, shaking his head. Although he liked friends and seemed to become friends with everyone he met, he probably valued his own life more. What kind of emotion could burn as intensely as the man before him?

"You'll definitely meet someone like that someday. When you meet the right person, you'll understand naturally. Help me up." Seiji was panting; the pain in his body hadn't subsided yet. He wanted to stand up, so he said to Shirou.

"Oh." Shirou still didn't quite understand, but he helped Seiji stand up anyway.

Seiji the momentum to stand up, holding a ballpoint pen in his hand, his gaze fixed on the beast that had sent him flying, his eyes showing no fear.

"Huh?!" Shizuo felt provoked. His opponent had clearly stabbed him twice, yet showed no remorse whatsoever, which made him even angrier.

His gaze toward the young man sharpened, but Seiji showed no sign of backing down.

"Let me ask you this! What makes you think that a woman whose name you don't even know is your destined partner?" Shizuo said, strolling towards the young man.

"--Because I love her, and there is no other reason! Love cannot be described in words!"

Seiji raised the pen he was holding high, aiming it at Shizuo, who was staring at him, seemingly Shizuo in thought.

"Therefore, I will prove it with my actions! I will protect her, that's all!"

"Is that so! So you stabbed me twice!" Shizuo's eyes were bloodshot with anger. He clenched his fists and walked towards Seiji, grabbing his collar and pressing it against his chest.

Seiji raised his pen and swung it at Shizuo's face, but Shizuo easily caught it with his other hand; the difference in strength was simply too great. Seiji felt as if he were facing not a human, but a bear.

"Shizuo, Celty said you shouldn't kill anyone," Shirou reminded him from the side.

"I know, I've been holding back until now. Except if I'm framed!" Shizuo agreed, his eyes still bloodshot with anger, but a slight smile played on his lips.

"You're much more likable than Izaya!"

Shizuo snatched the pen from Seiji and slowly pushed him away.

"So, I'll let you off the hook after giving you a little lesson."