【ファンタジー完結】チェンソーマン Reze編 -藤本 タツキ希のファンタジー小説マキマとデンジの架空の楽園

 

【ファンタジー完結】チェンソーマン Reze編 -藤本 タツキ希のファンタジー小説マキマとデンジの架空の楽園

 

第2章：暗闇の中の死んだ魚の目とハンター

 

カフェの外の街角では、古びた広告看板が陽光を鋭く分断していた。アンビアンはその影の中に立っていた。深緑色のトレンチコートからは火薬とアルコールの匂いが漂っていた。死んだ魚のように血走った生気のない彼の目は、水に濡れ指紋だらけのガラス窓越しに、カフェの中にいる赤毛の女性に釘付けになっていた。

彼はポケットから銀のフラスコをゆっくりと取り出した。アルコール中毒で指はわずかに震えていた。「カチッ」という音とともに、スパイシーで安っぽいウイスキーが喉を滑り落ちたが、胃の奥にこびりつく不快感は全く消えなかった。

「チッ、なんて救いようのない馬鹿なんだ。」岸辺は小声で呪いの言葉を呟き、濁った白い霧を吐き出した。

岸辺から見ると、マキマのシルエットは優雅で、ほっそりとしていて、無害そうに見えた。まるで初恋の人とアフタヌーンティーを楽しむ普通の女性のようだった。しかし、岸辺の観察者にとっては、それは全く人間のシルエットではなかった。彼はそれを何度も見てきた――わずかに傾けられた頭の正確な角度、意図的に柔らかくされた声色と操作的な周波数、そして渦巻くブラックホールのように、対象の認知を完全に支配できる黄色い丸い目。

それは狩りだった。

ほんの一瞬前まで、デンジ迷い犬のように椅子にうずくまり、レイジュという少女の面影に苛まれていた。しかし、マキマの指がデンジの手の甲に触れた瞬間、岸辺は心の中で三つ数えた。

3、2、1。

デンジまるで1万ボルトの高電圧に襲われたかのようだった。生気のない瞳孔は、たちまち凍えるような興奮に満たされた。それは「忘却」の表れだった。海岸で数十年にわたり猟師として活躍してきた彼は、数え切れないほどの人間が鬼に操られるのを見てきたが、マキマのように人の魂をこれほどまでに優雅に、そして完全に焼き尽くす鬼の力は他にない。

ライセという名の少女がデンジの心にどれほど深い傷を残したか、デンジ誰よりもよく知っていた。それはただの失恋ではなく、デンジのゴミ捨て場のような人生において初めて「選ばれる」という希望と「脱出」を実感した瞬間だった。それはデンジが「人間」として目覚めた瞬間だった。

しかし、マキマの前では、一生忘れられないほどの深い痛みも、灼熱の太陽の下では一秒たりとも持ちこたえられない薄い雪のように、あっという間に跡形もなく蒸発してしまうのだった。

「あの子、自分が何で泣いていたのかさえ忘れてるよ」アンビアンはもう一口ワインを飲んだ。アルコールが食道を焦がすような感覚を与え、ずっと前に亡くなった戦友のことを思い出させた。

その時、デンジ喫茶店から飛び出した。入り口で通行人をひっくり返しそうになりながら、純粋で、ほとんど冷ややかな笑みを浮かべた。ボールを追えと命じられた猟犬のように、彼は走り去った。影から、憐れみと嫌悪に満ちた二つの視線が彼を見つめていることに、彼は全く気づいていなかった。

数秒後、マキマは優雅に店を出て行った。道端に立ち止まり、雨上がりの陽光の暖かさを満喫しているようだった。そして、まるで土手の隠れ場所を正確に予測していたかのように、軽く頭を回し、狭い路地へと鋭く視線を走らせた。

それは挑発だった。遠くからでも、岸辺は冷たく長い針で脳天を貫かれたような感覚を覚えた。マキマの冷静でありながらも傲慢な声が脳裏にこだまする。 「岸辺さん、デート中の人を覗き見るなんて紳士的じゃないですよ。それに、この犬はもう完全に私のものなんですから」

大西は酒瓶をぎゅっと握りしめ、拳の関節は力で白くなった。このいわゆる「トリップ」は、マキマがデンジの人間性を完全に断ち切り、現実との最後の繋がりを奪うために用意した檻に過ぎないことを、彼は知っていた。

「レイジュ…… 」デンジが消えた方向を向く海岸には、雨に打ち落とされ、汚水の中で腐りかけた桜の花びらがわずかに残っていた。

少年の目には、マキマがこの世に唯一残されたものに見えた。ほんの数分前まで別の少女のために泣いていたことさえ忘れていた。この「忘れっぽさ」は回復によるものではなく、脳の防衛機構、記憶の蓄積、そして幸福の定義がすべて、あの女に完全に支配されていたからだった。

「狂人、死人、そして完全に騙された愚か者。」岸辺で、彼はワインジョッキを片付け、トレンチコートの襟を立て、底なしの路地へと歩みを進めた。彼の姿は次第にぼやけ、かすれた呟きだけが風に漂っていた。

「この映画は吐き気がするほどひどい。でも、最後の登場人物が劇場を去るまでは見続けなければならない。」

（...つづく...）

[Fantasy Ending] Chainsaw Man: Reze Chapter - Fujimoto Tsuki's Fantasy Novel : Makima and Denji 's Fictional Paradise

 

[Fantasy Ending] Chainsaw Man: Reze Chapter - Fujimoto Tsuki's Fantasy Novel : Denji 's Fictional Side Story: It's not illegal to imagine things in your head —but the real-life version of the character in the mind has turned into roasted meat.

At the top of that maddeningly white tower, an oppressive, almost sacred silence hung in the air. Makima sat gracefully , legs crossed , on the grey sofa. Her slender fingers lightly brushed against an old book of poetry, her pale yellow, round eyes occasionally glancing at Denji kneeling at her feet .

At this moment , Denji looked like an empty shell, his soul completely drained. His eyes were vacant, his lips drooped, and even his breathing was extremely weak. In Maki's perception, Denji 's brain should now be a wasteland covered by heavy snow, devoid of weeds and signs of life.

However, deep within Denji 's imprisoned head, in that realm of imagination where even "domination" cannot be completely sealed off, a horrifying, utterly insane, and ravenous act of **"outrageous"** is taking place.

1. The Kitchen of Consciousness: From Dominator to Ingredients

Yodo closed his eyes. In reality, he was a lowly dog, but in the space of his imagination, he was wearing an apron stained with oil and holding a huge, gleaming chef's knife.

He imagined that once pure white space as a smoky, bustling late-night barbecue restaurant. The air was no longer filled with the cold, sophisticated scent of soap , but instead with the mouthwatering, rich aroma of charcoal and garlic soy sauce.

in this shop is lying on a clean cutting board.

That wasn't a demon, nor a beast, but rather a neatly divided, clearly textured **"Maki Maki "**.

In Denji 's imagination, he was no longer afraid of the red- haired woman. He remembered Maki Makoto once telling him , "We'll always be together ." A sinister, twisted laugh echoed in Denji's mind. " Yes, Miss Makima, if I eat you, we'll truly be one forever, right?"

2. The Art of Cooking: Ultimate Deconstruction and Revenge

Yodo began this sacred ritual in his mind.

He imagined himself using the most delicate knife skills to dismantle those parts that symbolized "dominance," one by one. This was not for killing, but a kind of gentle, gluttonous redemption. He sliced the throat tissue that had issued countless cold commands into thin slices, and imagined the eyeballs , which had once looked down on everything, like tree rings, as special parts filled with oil.

He started a charcoal fire. The red of the flames was even more dazzling than Maki's long hair.

" Sizzle — sizzle— "

of slices of meat hitting the grill in his mind . It was the most beautiful symphony in the world. The fat boiled and exploded under the scorching heat of the charcoal fire , releasing a rich aroma that made his brain tingle. He imagined himself sprinkling on plenty of coarse salt and drizzling on spicy miso , transforming all the "divinity" that had once suffocated him into the most primal and vulgar " satisfaction ".

"Miss Makima, so this is what you taste like... so warm." In his imagination, Denji picked up a piece of perfectly grilled bacon with slightly charred edges and put it in his mouth, chewing it frantically.

That taste exploded in his consciousness , breaking through those cold chains. He was devouring her hypocrisy, her coldness, and all the pain she had brought him.

3. A Feast in the Mind: The Last Flame of Appetite

" Denji-kun , what are you laughing at?"

In reality, Maki's voice suddenly rang out. Her voice was still as gentle as a spring breeze, yet it carried a chill that could cut through the air.

Denji jolted in shock, his empty eyes slowly focusing. He looked at the elegant, noble, and arrogant woman before him. A physiological spasm ran through his stomach — not from fear, but from extreme hunger .

"N- nothing ... Miss Makima," Denji said slowly, his voice hoarse, even swallowing slightly. "I'm just... a little hungry."

Maki raised an eyebrow slightly, seemingly surprised by the answer, then gave a saintly smile: "Really? After you finish reading this chapter , I'll prepare the best dinner for you."

"Hehe... Okay . I like... delicious meat the most ."

Dianzhi lowered his head again, concealing the mad hunger in his eyes.

It's not illegal to imagine things in your head.

You think you control my soul, but in my head I've already sliced you into ginger-braised pork, pork belly, and short ribs.

You think you're feeding a pet, but you don't know that deep in its consciousness, this pet is tasting your flesh and blood again and again.

In that smoky, charcoal-filled barbecue restaurant, Denji picked up the last piece of meat. It was the fighting spirit that Reze had taught him, and the last bite of food that Pochita had left him. He swallowed " Mikima " whole , and in that extreme sense of guilt and pleasure, he felt his broken heart being rekindled with the drive for revenge because of this "illegal extra meal."

Maki remained seated gracefully.

Denji remained kneeling quietly .

But atop this pure white tower, a profound rebellion known as "cannibalism" had already taken its final bow in Denji's mind .

[Fantasy Ending] Chainsaw Man: Reze Chapter - Fujimoto Tsuki's Fantasy Novel : Makima and Denji 's Fictional Paradise

 

[Fantasy Ending] Chainsaw Man: Reze Chapter - Fujimoto Tatsuki's fantasy novel : Denji 's fictional side story: It's not illegal to imagine in your head - Denji's imagination of marrying Reze in his head

At the top of Makima's tower, constructed of pure white reason and the will to dominate, Denji remained kneeling like a stone sculpture. Sunlight streamed through the floor-to-ceiling windows, illuminating his golden hair , making him appear sacred and serene. Makima sat beside him, perusing thick books about ancient civilizations, occasionally sipping her red tea and savoring the absolute tranquility brought by this "perfect work."

However, in Denji 's mind, which was considered to have been "cleaned up," a grand, colorful, and absolutely "illegal" fantasy was burning like a wildfire.

This is a wedding planned in my head.

1. The Hall of Dreams: Ruins Where Gunfire No Longer Strikes

Denji 's consciousness, the memories of that charred, abandoned chemical plant and the stench of blood were repainted by his imagination.

It was a small chapel nestled by the sea, its wooden pews covered in tender green moss and unidentified wildflowers. There were no guests, no Makima's watchful eye, and even the lingering, putrid smell of death had been washed away by the sea breeze. The air was filled with a warm aroma, like freshly baked bread mixed with cheap lattes.

Denji found himself wearing a black suit that didn't fit him quite right, with his tie askew. He stood nervously before the altar, his hands constantly rubbing against his thighs, his palms sweating profusely. This wasn't the cold sweat from preparing for battle, but a kind of anxiety called "happiness" that made him feel like his blood vessels were about to burst.

" Denji-kun , you look really stupid today ."

A cheerful voice came from the entrance of the auditorium.

2. Lei Jie's bridal pose: a combination of bombshell and white veil.

Dianzhi held his breath and turned his head away.

Leijie stood in the sunlight by the door. She wasn't wearing the black fuse ribbon; instead, she wore a simple and light pure white wedding dress. The fabric was somewhat worn, with a few unwashed stains along the edges, resembling coffee marks, but in Dianzhi 's eyes, it was the most magnificent garment in the world.

Her long hair wasn't tied up , but rather casually draped over her shoulders, swaying gently in the sea breeze. She walked barefoot on the wooden floor, the black ribbon he had secretly kept in the laboratory still tied around her ankle.

Instead of a bouquet of flowers, Leijie was holding a can of his favorite coffee, which was still emitting cold air.

"Although it's not illegal to imagine in your head, it costs money to imagine me looking this beautiful in a wedding dress." Leijie tilted her head , her deep and wild eyes now filled with honey-like tenderness.

In his imagined world, Yodo felt his heart — the heart that Makima had once held in her hand and wantonly ravaged—beating at a frenzied rhythm.

3. An Illegal Vow: A Promise Between Coffee and the Rest of My Life

They stood side by side before the altar. There were no priests, no gods, for in Dekichi 's mind, he was the only true God.

" Denji-kun , do you want to exchange vows with me?" Reige asked softly.

"A vow... What is that? Can you eat it ?" Denji grinned foolishly, but tears welled up in his eyes.

"You have to promise me that from today onwards, your mind will only contain me. No Miss Makima, no those boring orders, and no those painful missions." Rachel reached out and gently hooked her finger around Dianzhi 's tie, pulling him closer. "We're going somewhere where nobody knows us. We're going to sleep in every day, we're going to school for extra lessons, we're going to the movies to watch those utterly boring romance movies until we fall asleep … "

"I promise you," Yodo interrupted her impatiently, his voice hoarse and trembling. "I'll promise you anything. Whether it's going to school, eating sushi, or going to that ... countryside you mentioned . As long as you're there, even if I can only drink expired coffee every day, I'll feel like a king."

Leijie smiled . She pulled the tab on the coffee can.

"Click."

That crisp sound triggered a silent explosion in Denji 's mind. It wasn't a destructive explosive, but a shockwave called "hope." In his imagination, they were kissing. There was no domination, no chains, only their overlapping breaths and that real, heart-wrenching body heat.

4. The Ashes of Reality and the Eternal Secret

In reality , Denji 's lips curled into an extremely subtle smile, so subtle that even Makima couldn't detect it.

Makima turned a page and glanced indifferently at Dianzhi . She thought she controlled every nerve and every memory of this boy. She thought his mind was a silent wilderness.

Little did she know that beneath that body she considered worthless, a most lavish and illegitimate wedding ceremony was taking place, one that was enough to overthrow the entire system of domination.

In that dream, Yodo held Rei tightly in his arms . He knew it was just an illusion. He knew that as long as he opened his eyes, he would still be that plaything kneeling on the cold floor.

But he didn't care.

Because imagining things in your mind is not illegal.

Because as long as this wedding keeps replaying in her mind, as long as Rachel is still smiling at him in that seaside church, Makima can never truly have him.

He secretly gave that false god a cruel sneer.

"Miss Makima, you killed my reality, but I gave Rae a future you couldn't enter ."

Deep within his mind, Denji and his bride walked hand in hand toward the beach where darkness would never fall. There, the pull ring was no longer the fuse of the chainsaw , but the only proof of their exchange of happiness.