Flip the Coin [BL]-Chapter 368. Castle from the Present, Bucket from the Past

Chapter 368: 368. Castle from the Present, Bucket from the Past

I signed and signed and signed until I didn’t recognize the letters I wrote down anymore.

"Everything is so detailed, but they didn’t mention that we had to hand over every rat corpse to them directly?"

Ethan chuckled.

"Everything inside this deal is formulated to its peak, but yes, the ending has been done lazily."

"Shows that they never thought Kenny could do it," Henry scoffed, angry again.

"Exactly," Ethan nodded, taking out another paper to put in front of me.

"The last one."

"Nice." Putting down my signature, I put down the pen and leaned back while Henry nudged me with his shoulder in return.

Poor puppy, he didn’t like that he couldn’t openly touch me, as there wasn’t even a proper desk to serve as a shield.

"There is still time before dinner." Ethan stood up and took a look at his wristwatch.

"Could you quickly take care of what I had been asking you the last time?"

Ah. True, though I promised Henry not to teleport, so I will have to ask him first.

"Tell me immediately when you are back," my grandmother commanded and pointed at the door as if she had enough of our presence already.

"Yes, yes." Henry and I stood up, and I grabbed his wrist when he looked at me in question.

I dragged him to the door, hearing Ethan calling after us to not take the phone with us when we left before I walked with Henry outside.

"What did he ask you?" Henry speedily clung to me again, even latching his mouth onto my neck the next second.

"We’ll talk in our room." I went down the staircase and still didn’t see anyone around.

"Where is everyone, by the way?"

Henry shrugged and urged me forward, even opening the fingerprint lock on our door without letting go of me.

When we were inside, he let go and stood in front of me, asking again what Ethan talked about.

"He asked me to go to the desert with you to get rid of the corpses..."

"The desert..." Henry looked at me and tilted his head.

"My gifts?"

"Yes. He is paranoid that there are some leftovers and wants you to use your power to dissolve them."

"Alright." He agreed easier than I thought.

"But we have to teleport there," I reminded him.

"It’s alright. You warned me before doing it, and it is a necessity. Do you feel unstable or something?"

"As if my memory could fail me? No, the table is perfectly stable. There is no way I’d teleport to another world by accident."

Henry nodded and hugged me tightly.

"Promise me you will be there when I come."

"Yes, yes, I promise." I patted his back, and Henry squeezed me a few times as if he couldn’t bear to let go.

Damn, he is really fucking traumatized.

"I was there two times already; I know how to teleport there easily." That spot in the desert was carved into my memory.

"Okay. You go first, and I come after you." He said, but sounded so heartbroken and whiny that it made the whole thing excruciatingly difficult.

I cupped his face.

"It’s just teleporting, a piece of cake." I let go and teleported a step away, still in his view.

"See? Easy." Stepping to him again, he leaned down and kissed me, and the whole scene seemed as if we were bidding farewell forever.

I pushed him back.

"We’ll see each other in two seconds."

"Okay."

The longer this went on, the cringier it got, and additionally, the more it was procrastinated.

"I’ll go at three. One, two..." I pecked him on the lips as he was still leaning down to me.

"Three." I teleported to the desert, to the spot I remembered.

I felt the soles of my shoes sink into the sand, and instead of early evening, it was night.

The air smelled different; the temperature was warmer with a slight breeze, but it was not at all as quiet as it should be.

I saw artificial light not far away; additionally, I heard noises, noises that shouldn’t exist in a damn DESERTED desert.

Noises that sounded like they were coming from a construction site.

Only a few hundred meters away from me, there were machines, there was steel, and there were a bunch of people working on something that seemed like a very big one-story building.

The people working there were all clothed in uniforms, and although I didn’t recognize what exactly these uniforms meant, it wasn’t hard to guess that they were police or military—either way, someone you wouldn’t want to have near the burial ground of your damn victims.

A shadow appeared behind me, and this time I was pulled into a bone-breaking hug.

Henry also looked up, instantly noticing the intruders at the murder site.

"I guess they weren’t here the last time?"

"Nope. How lucky that we came here during the night. Ethan’s intuition is fucking scary." With the spotlights turned to the construction site and the darkness of the night, as well as the distance, it was impossible for them to see us.

Henry squeezed me again.

"Even if they found their remains, I guess in the current situation, they would get rid of the corpses by themselves."

"True." Whatever was going on here did seem to happen secretly, and with the halted communications between the countries and the bunch of other global problems, nobody would care about a few foreign corpses.

"Anyway." I pointed at the spot a few meters away, conjured up a shovel, and looked at the grave.

It was night, like the first time I had been here, and the screeching machines from the construction site sounded like high-pitched screams, and this combination made me tremble for a moment.

In my mind there was light crunching, like stepping on fresh snow or crystals, and I got overall a bit queasy.

It was such... such a stark contrast between the old me that I tried to get back by signing a bunch of useless documents and the new me that came here to destroy the evidence of the bodies I buried.

"I will do the rest; go home," Henry said while taking the shovel from my hands without letting go of me.

"No, I won’t leave you here."

"Then sit down and build me a sandcastle. Can you do that?" Henry asked, his deep voice absolutely reassuring and a bit challenging.

"How obvious." The attempt to distract me was so deliberate that I chuckled, but I still followed his hands that steered me to the ground and turned my body away from the hole.

"Mhm, I want a three-story castle with two rows of windows; can you do that?" He struck the shovel into the sand and kneeled down behind me, taking my hands and leading them in the sand in front of me.

"Build me a castle for the necklace brothers to store their loot." He whispered in my ear.

"Hurry up." I whispered back.

The sand felt so real and had a light color; it was not at all like the blood-drenched muddy surface that I remembered from my second visit here, which I still recalled more than the first one.

Henry stroked over my head and made my hair all sandy before I heard him walk to the spot I pointed out and start to dig.

Meanwhile, I dug as well, just much slower and not nearly as deep.

A few times I thought the next moment I would touch the cold, wet surface of a buried body, but behind the sand was more sand, and just a few centimeters deeper, I found a bit sturdier sand for our castle.

Even if darker, the sand was still not looking like back then, so I had no qualms about touching it, and I made a little sandpile.

Then I remembered the masses of toys we had when I was a child; under them was a sand bucket that I remember touching, even though we never went to a sandy beach.

It had scoffed at these ’baby toys’ even as a kid, but now I liked the thought of using the bucket, although it still wasn’t on a beach but inside Henry’s and my crazy little world, at the burial ground of painstakingly hidden gifts.

I conjured up the bucket and filled it with the sandpile, not really hearing the screaming construction site anymore, nor the sound of the shovel digging behind me.

"Why did they buy that?" I asked Steven, holding onto the pink net that held the yellow shovel, bucket, and forms like stars and stuff in it.

Every time my parents went out for a day or two, they stored what they bought in the garage, and Steven and I would sneak inside to see what they got after they came home.

The garage was already stuffed, and most of the time they forgot that they had even bought something. My mother would buy whatever she saw and keep the presents for Christmas and birthdays and stuff, while my father would let her do what she wanted.

So it wasn’t that we wanted to sneak into the garage; we had to, because if some of the stuff was cool, then it shouldn’t rot in the garage for eternity.

It had already gone so far that the ceiling was comparatively low because they were storing other things above, tying them up.

"Maybe for Lauren?" Steve answered before rummaging for another bag that seemed to be new, stuffed into a corner.

I grabbed the net, touching the insides by the way, and threw the baby toys on top of one of the shelves at the wall behind the car so that we wouldn’t get this one gifted by accident in the future.

Luckily, I managed to throw accurately, because if that stuff fell on the car and the alarm went off, we would have been dead.

"OHHH!!" Steven exclaimed, and I lunged over to him to hold his mouth shut.

He raised the package of a remotely controlled car in his hands while looking at me with wide eyes.

I got a glimpse of it as well.

"What a beauty," I repeated the sentence I heard on TV not long ago, feeling it could never be more fitting.

We celebrated quietly and snuck back to my room to play with the car that luckily had batteries included but regrettably was damn loud if turned on.

It’s strange how my brain works; maybe it is part of my ability, as I need memories to conjure up things, but now when I think of one of these memories I thought I had long erased with alcohol, I feel like they had just happened yesterday, as I can even remember the smell of the garage, which was much, much better than the smell of decaying bodies.

"You found them?" I hummed while making little windows with my finger into the sandcastle, which stood there proudly after I had turned the bucket upside down and put it to the side.

"Yes! You arranged them magnificently!" Henry praised with absolute delight while the waft of decay lessened.

Apparently, he used his power, and it seemed that I had buried them too deep if there was still something left of them.

I chuckled, feeling his delight very similar to ours back then when we discovered the car.

"You know, Steven was my little follower, and every time our parents came back from a trip..." I started to tell him the story while Henry listened attentively and soon came back to my side after the smell had disappeared and he had filled up the hole again.

He kneeled again behind me and watched me forming a sandcastle door with my finger as well as some obscure decorations on the top of it.

When I finished narrating the memory together with the side of the castle in our view, I felt a bit choked up.

Henry stroked the sandcastle so tenderly that not a grain of sand moved.

"We now have a castle, so we need a car as well. Conjure it up when we go home, and we’ll play with it."

"Pfft. Childish," I chuckled and put the bucket back into the past.