Flip the Coin [BL]-Chapter 136. Worried?

Was there such a damn fucking freak coincidence that not only my grandma but also Red-Hair met their counterparts? No, this is no coincidence.

The counterparts are attracting each other; that is the only conclusion that would make sense.

This is bad. This would make it easier for people to level up and discover the secret behind the whole counterpart theory, and if more portals opened, monsters would actively come into our world in search of their counterpart. And if they found their human counterparts instinctively and killed them, wouldn’t even the monsters level up?

Fantastic, fucking fantastic.

That deer monsters didn’t storm into our world through the first portal could be because there weren’t that many deer monsters inside the little city world, or because their human counterparts were already dead. Or, because they were already killing the counterparts closest to them, which were the people trapped inside the little city.

Baggy Jeans was meanwhile holding Red-Hair, who cried after telling her tale, the others murmuring meanwhile to themselves, much to Jeyjey’s dismay. What a fucked-up love triangle.

How beautiful to be so damn clueless.

I concentrated on the most urgent things, walked to Chelsea’s chair, and reached my hand out to her. She took it without asking questions and stood up.

Flipping the coin on her, I saw that the shadow would show up in a few hours when it started to become day again.

I bent down to her and whispered in her ear,

"Don’t go to the garden and meet me here when it’s starting to get bright outside."

She smiled slyly before nodding in earnest.

Nobody stopped me again when I left for downstairs to look if the Devin family was in the midst of killing themselves. Which would be alright with me, as long as parents and brother fought against Henrietta together.

It was absolutely silent, and because I didn’t even know which room they had, I went back to my own room.

After entering, I found Henry leaning against the wall, holding something. Wasn’t that my shirt with his blood on it?

I crouched down across from him with a bit of distance in between us,

"You are not doing something gay with my shirt, are you?"

The moment he saw me coming in, his eyes followed my every move; it seemed the talk with his sister didn’t go well.

He smiled.

"You wish. No, I thought I’ll wash my blood out of your clothes as a thank you for saving me."

"Yet you didn’t wash but sat there like a desolated dog."

"Because I remembered that water is scarce. A few centuries ago, people washed their clothes with their urine. I am still contemplating that method, but you probably wouldn’t like it." He joked.

"Not at all, I wouldn’t like that. Piss on my clothes and I’ll piss on you." Seeing that Henry got a laughing fit, I grimaced.

"Don’t say that’s a kink of yours?" After being tricked into fucking him in my vision, who said that this wasn’t another trick to make me pee on him?

"Never tried." He shrugged, still laughing.

I conjured up a cigarette and took a drag.

"That isn’t the answer I wanted to hear. How about a simple ’no’?"

"What happened to your face?" After laughing enough, he got a grip again.

"Red-Hair threw a fit and scratched me accidentally. The deer that attacked them and killed the girl, whose corpse we found on our way to the cave, was her counterpart. The same deer apparently was killed by you a bit later."

"Really? And she didn’t say anything until now?"

"She didn’t recognize you as her murderer and probably thought she was losing it. But you know what that means?"

"Counterparts are probably prone to find each other if inside the same world." Henry leaned forward and wanted to take my cigarette, probably to take a drag, but I conjured him up a new one while nodding.

"What? You think if I touch your saliva I’ll go ’yandere for you ass’?"

"Who knows. I wouldn’t want to give you any hopes."

Henry laughed again.

"That’s so nice of you."

I nodded and chimed in.

"That’s just how I am."

"But since they are all your cigarettes from your memory, and you lit them all yourself, even a new one has your saliva on it."

I gave him a reverse smile. Can’t argue against that. Not only because his look, full of victory, got me annoyed, but also because I also really wanted to know, I asked him,

"And how was it with your sister?"

Henry’s face fell, shadowed by the smoke.

"Don’t call her that."

"How did it go with Miss D.?" Seeing him down again, I opted for not calling his twin a bitch in his presence. How fucking nice I am today.

Henry chuckled,

"She had gone absolutely crazy. She thinks that ’Emilia’ had asked her to come meet her the day of the accident, and as I thought, she actually gives her the fault for everything."

"Yeah, that’s impossible, or I would have heard it. Though, she could have felt the attraction to one of her counterparts, so maybe it was a different kind of ’calling’."

"And, years later, there was really the portal that opened there." Henry followed up.

"Yeah, but she chose the spot because of what she felt as a child. I think inside that forest the barrier had thinned stark enough for her to feel it." I leaned against the mattress on the floor, more lying than really sitting, with my arms crossed.

"...and thin enough for both her and her counterpart to rip a hole in it." Henry made a smoke ring; didn’t know he could do that too. Apparently he was an avid smoker.

"Yeah, exactly." I sighed and leaned back more, using the mattress as a pillow and looking at the ceiling.

"What’s next? Where do we begin with killing the shadows?" Henry asked after some time.

"In a few hours Chelsea is going to be attacked, and I’ll try to get possessed by the shadow in her stead. That’ll be the first one. Then—

"Yeah, no way. I will do it." Henry sounded all frosty and stubborn again, so I figured he felt better.

Raising my head again and meeting his eyes, I told him off.

"You have just killed yourself; no way you are doing it again so soon."

"Are you worried?" He asked, apparently trying to make me angry.

"No, it’s just not the best course of action."

"If you aren’t worried, then let me do it." So damn childish, as if I wouldn’t hear in his tone that he was sulking because of my answer.

"Didn’t you hear me? It’s just dumb to change someone in who was injured not long ago." I leaned back again.

"So? I feel good, as I told you already. And since you’re not worried—"

"Fine, I AM WORRIED, SO STOP IT!" I hollered before correcting myself.

"Not in a gay sense, just in a friendy sense." That I even feel the need to add that...DAMN IT!

"Kenny."

I looked up again and found Henry smiling brightly at me, full of determination, the cigarette already gone from his fingers.

"I got it. I told you, I am your dog. I won’t let my master go through something as unpleasant as that. Your role is that of a leader, and we need your ability; you are too precious to get hurt."