Inside Killer B's consciousness space
"Hey, B! Wake up, B!!"
Hearing the voice by his ear, Killer B groggily let out an "Mmh" and mumbled indistinctly:
"Is this... heaven?"
"But this is so strange.
According to Teacher Kou's description of heaven in his twelfth book, the one coming to greet Yours Truly should have been a busty blonde angel big sister.
Why does it feel like some rough guy instead? And the voice sounds pretty familiar too..."
He paused, as though he had suddenly thought of something utterly terrifying. His eyes flew open as he cried out:
"C-could it be—have I entered the legendary BL heaven?! No way?!!"
"What kind of joke is this, you bastard, you idiot!!
Teacher Kou above, Mabui handles the BL manga industry. It has nothing to do with Yours Truly!!
This shouldn't be happening... The heaven in my heart shouldn't be like this!!"
Within the consciousness space, the Eight-Tails Gyūki sprawled before Killer B. Looking at its Jinchuriki, who was clutching his head and wailing as if he had suffered the greatest misfortune of his life, it was utterly speechless.
Without hesitation, it swung a fist into Killer B's head.
"Wake up, B! You're not dead yet!"
"Ow!!"
Killer B covered his aching head, and clarity gradually returned to his eyes.
He looked up at the Eight-Tails glaring at him, froze for a moment, then let out a long sigh of relief.
"You scared me. So it's Little Eight..."
Seeing that he had finally returned to normal, the Eight-Tails breathed a sigh of relief as well. But before it could say anything, Killer B was already rubbing his head and complaining:
"Seriously, couldn't you be gentler? That hurt, idiot!
If you keep being so rough, be careful or Yours Truly won't let you read furry