Flip the Coin [BL]-Chapter 364. Clean up

I leaned against Henry, who adjusted himself behind me to pose as a wall, and crossed my arms, watching the old mummy act out.

Well, it was true that I made everything dirty and then went to sleep for a week.

We waited until she was finished and watched her turn the water off to walk on her high-heeled shoes out of the bathroom.

However, she still didn’t leave the room.

"EMMA!" she yelled, and while Henry and I turned to watch what came next, Brown Hair entered with a pot full of earth.

"She was the one cleaning up your mess." My grandmother pointed at her before motioning her to the bed.

Emma walked forward and looked at my grandmother, then at me.

She was not really hesitating but just seemed not to want to be roped into this mess.

Henry put his arms around me from behind and rested his head on me, as if he feared I would instant-marry any female that was running around.

Cute.

"Fair enough. Go ahead." I nodded calmly at Emma and saw her emptying the pot over the bed.

It seemed she was ready to leave, but my grandmother cleared her throat.

Emma sighed quietly and bent down and spread the earth that was curiously mixed with sand with her bare hands among the bed.

Very good; even if I changed the sheets, I don’t think we would get rid of every little sandcorn. And even if we did, I would constantly be paranoid and probably feel sand under me, in a nice and comfortable placebo way.

So it seemed we would have to continue to sleep in the green room.

There is no running from that damn wall color.

My grandmother motioned for Emma to enter the flooded bathroom with her and held the showerhead over her hands and the floor, not the bathtub, to clean her hands up for her.

So she just wanted to add more water.

Then the two ladies left without looking back, and my grandmother even kicked the door shut.

I looked at the mess and sighed again.

Just like I said, fair enough. But did it have to be when I was stuffed with food?

"Sit down and let me." Henry straightened up and removed his head from the top of mine.

"Nope, you sit down." I conjured up a super comfy lounge chair from one of the clubs I had been to with my friends and positioned it inside the wet bathroom.

Even if the chair’s feet got wet, it didn’t matter as long as the seat was dry for Henry to chill. I also conjured up a fresh smoothie that was advertising itself as having every vitamin available in it.

"Stay in your seat obediently." I motioned at the chair and handed over the smoothie.

"From which memory?" Henry asked me, not specifying which of the two items he meant.

"I touched the juice when I was shopping for groceries...by myself," I started and saw Henry only then taking a sip.

I chuckled.

"That chair is from a club I went to with the guys," I finished and watched Henry looking at it suspiciously.

"Were there girls involved?"

I broke into laughter.

"Nope."

"Was this your chair?"

"Mhm, and it was super comfy."

He smiled with satisfaction and let himself fall into the seat.

Now that we had this cleared up, I conjured up a dry towel and kept adding more of them until the wet floor was covered. Then I started walking over them so that they would take in as much water as possible before I would let them disappear.

I figured it was the fastest way to get rid of the water.

Henry slurped on his smoothie.

"Why did you pinch me?" He asked slyly, knowing fully well the reason.

"Why did you stare at the girl?" I asked back while making another round inside the bathroom, over the towels.

"I felt threatened by her presence," Henry hummed.

My eyes whipped to him, not having thought he would be this honest.

"You know, even if I am a guy, I wouldn’t jump any female I see. Not when you are there, and not if you aren’t." I let the towels disappear before conjuring them up again when they were dry.

Henry nodded, initially satisfied, but then he just slurped on his drink, seeming kind of down.

I internally sighed for some time before forcing myself to speak it out.

"I pinched you because I got jealous as hell with you staring at her." I can’t believe I am doing this.

Henry’s slurping stopped, and his whole face lit up.

"Right? You were jealous~" With his deep voice turning melodic, I suddenly thought he would probably sound amazing if he sang.

I chuckled, relieved that he was so easily appeased again.

"Yes, yes, yes. You got me." Though I first admitted it rather teeth-clenchingly, seeing how happy it made him, I didn’t mind it anymore.

After walking over the towels, I let them disappear again, and seeing that the floor was already relatively dry, I conjured up cleaning solution for tiles and distributed it a bit on the floor before conjuring up a mop.

Then I started wiping the floor.

"I hadn’t thought you would do it so thoroughly," Henry chuckled before continuing his drink.

"When I am already at it..." Besides, I lived alone for a few years; it isn’t like I hadn’t done that before.

And my food coma state was actually better because I was moving lightly; with my ability to help, it wasn’t all that strenuous.

"Should I brief you on what Ethan will tell you?" He suddenly asked, and I hummed, continuing the wiping.

"The government offered a new deal." He started, and I scoffed.

I had seen their deals already; how do they want to screw me over this time?

"They will drop all charges against you if you take care of the rat problem."

I stopped my movement and looked at Henry.

"Do I look like a pest exterminator?"

Henry broke into laughter, and I chuckled along with him.

"Wait... Charges dropped means there will be no previous convictions on my record??" I know nobody cares if the apocalypse starts for real.

There was another fucking big reason why nobody would actually care, and that was that I was powerful enough to force them not to care.

But for whatever reason, I wanted my record squeaky clean, even if nobody would ever take a look at it.

No, I know the reason. It’s because none of that shit was my fault.

Neither was the imprisonment, without which there would never have been additional charges on me anyway, nor was it that I protected myself inside that fucking shower room.

And as if I wanted that to be acknowledged by everybody in this world, I ultimately could live with it being at least written down on some official paper.

Or if the charges were erased from some computer.

"Yes, I asked Ethan. It will be as if you have never cut off some dick." Henry clenched his jaw before he chuckled murderously.

I nodded and continued cleaning the floor.

Well, on the other hand, I had become a murderer anyway, and that was not only because of self-defense, so the charges of heavy assault were not even as bad as what I had done later.

However, I am somehow drawing a line between the time inside the prison and after the prison.

Because back then, the apocalypse wasn’t as advanced as it was when I murdered people voluntarily.

Because, even if it’s a very convenient way to look at things, I can always shove any responsibility for later murderers onto the trauma and the mindfuck the giant had done to me.

"What are you thinking?" Henry asked.

"I am asking myself why I find it necessary to clean my record if I have become a murderer anyway." I stopped and looked at the shining tiles under me before I went to Henry to pull him out of his seat.

"You are no murderer." Henry put the empty smoothie down and let himself be pulled up to hug me tightly.

"You are just romantic." Stroking my back with both of his hands, it felt so sensual as if he were in the midst of devouring me.

"Don’t badmouth the gifts you got for my sake; it will make me sad..." He whispered in my ear with his deep voice.

"I love every single one of them. These bodies are just presents for your dog. How could you be a murderer?"

Kissing my neck, I shuddered as I felt pulled into this certain lunacy that we had in common, necessary to survive in the apocalypse, and that was just fucking enticing.

Because it gave a completely different view on the essential wrongs and rights—a crazy world made by and for the two of us.

"You are and have always been nothing other than," he murmured, making me break out in goosebumps, as each of his touches, breaths, and whispers made my blood boil with a certain heat.

"A protector."