Flip the Coin [BL]-Chapter 432. Mimic

Hearing the doctor’s words, I nodded before turning around and looking up at Henry.

I knew he could read what I wanted to convey, and his expression darkened considerably.

But he also didn’t say anything.

We both knew that Jeyjey’s ability was essential, and if feeding my blood helped her, it was the most rational decision.

So I’ll probably have to do that soon.

I could also try feeding Henrietta my blood, but at the moment, she and her ability were our backup plan.

I mean, I had already fed her my blood inside that tree to help her get rid of the poison the Lawrence family and/or the military gave her, but it apparently helped little with her overall state.

What, however, spoke more for Jeyjey was that she and Henrietta had two essential differences: one was that Jeyjey didn’t know nor want to utilize her power, while Henrietta could wreak fucking havoc with it, just like she had done before.

Jeyjey was the better choice for my plan for the future.

Ethan appeared behind us, and when I looked up, I saw my grandmother leaning beside the open window next to the staff sergeant on the second floor. Naturally, Jeyjey’s screaming down here wouldn’t have gone unnoticed.

"All parties are ready for tomorrow, so we should fill up the hall tonight." Ethan knelt down and lifted Jeyjey up to bring her back to her room.

"Tonight? Not tomorrow?" Henry growled.

"I would like to confirm the number before sunrise. It is not a small task... Is that alright?" Ethan asked while I looked at Jeyjey, who still held her stomach, her face wet with tears and her expression empty as she stared at the setting sky.

"Yeah." I answered him, then addressed the girl.

"Jeyjey. Do we have a deal?"

"Yes. But if Sebastian is dead, I want to see his corpse..." She agreed.

Henry hummed.

"I will add a ribbon to it," he then added with an evil smile, clearly unhappy with her and her demands.

Jeyjey started to hysterically cry, and Ethan took that as his prompt to go, with the doctor following them hurriedly.

"Give me a cigarette, please," Henry said grumpily, and I conjured two up, needing a smoke myself.

Fuck, it feels like forever since I last had one.

He took a drag and looked at me accusingly through the smoke.

I chuckled.

"You think I am happy?" I would have probably tried the DMT experiment myself if Silver Henry hadn’t warned me, to get that cursed power and use it myself.

Then we wouldn’t have to cater to two unstable girls... Though I am not the most stable person either, so who the fuck am I to talk?

"You saved her back then as well." He turned back into a droopy puppy with jealousy issues.

"Yes, yes, it’s all my fault. But at least we have two people able to open the portals. Or one and a half." Given Henrietta’s state, I couldn’t count her as one sole person.

"One and a third." Henry had an even lesser opinion regarding his sister’s state.

"You don’t mind her being like this? I can feed her my blood, and we can get her better, probably." I offered, already knowing he wouldn’t agree.

Well, it had been some time since she stabbed me, and at least she sent me to the dead planet where I could lure the giant to, so I wasn’t really that...angry with her.

Though, I wouldn’t mind if she just disappeared either, without her ability to wreak mentioned havoc.

He just scoffed.

"As if she would deserve your precious blood."

Figured.

"Why isn’t my blood working on you anymore?" I asked him.

"Maybe I developed immunity?" He asked, before leaning down to look directly into my eyes,

"Are you sad?"

I raised my hands helplessly, asking him if he wanted to fight or why the hell else he would even have to ask that.

"I want to hear it~" Again the puppy; he put his head on my shoulder while I held the cigarette away to not unintentionally burn him.

"Yes, I am sad, but more than that, I am scared. Using this damn blood to get you back to life in the worst case was always a big comfort." I closed my eyes and placed my forehead against the mold of his neck in return.

He smelled so fucking good in combination with the smoke.

"Don’t worry. Nothing will happen to us. We are the strongest... me and my Kenillillyyy~" He hummed, and I laughed.

"Yeah, yeah, sure. Thank you for this little song and the messed-up nickname again."

I finally remembered the angry shadow at the window and craned my neck to look behind Henry; luckily, the curtain had been drawn.

I breathed a sigh of relief and looked to the side to see the kid standing there.

I completely forgot about that one; I had become too comfortable with his presence around us.

His hands were empty, and he just stared at us, as if he was obediently waiting in line for his cigarette and hug.

Damn, can’t corrupt the kid so soon.

I let the cigarettes in our hands disappear and stepped away from Henry, who in return clung to my back, not commenting on the missing nicotine.

"You looked so cool when you kicked her to the fish," Henry whispered in my ear.

Oh yes, not only substance abuse and gay behavior, but the kid even witnessed me kicking a girl.

Fuck.

"Don’t smoke, don’t kick girls, and..." Don’t go around hugging guys; no—saying it so explicitly would be especially gay.

"Let’s go back inside," I finished and heard Henry laugh on my shoulder.

The kid nevertheless came and hugged me, and while he did so, I heard a suspicious rustling from his stomach area.

I peeled him from me and looked at his dark shirt before I bent down a bit and poked his stomach.

The sound a paper would make if poked.

The kid giggled and covered his mouth with both hands while I turned my head to look at Henry with a look of judgment.

"You see what you teach the kid?"

Henry broke into laughter, and while steering my fed-up self inside, he patted Ren’s head when we passed him, as if he was content with what he had taught the little one.

"It’s the safest place~" He hummed in my ear with his deep voice while the kid followed after us.

"Yeah, everyone should go around and hatch paper; that’s good for society." I opened the door when we had passed the garden.

"Society would be a much safer space if everyone carried their most precious possession in front of them." He squeezed my body while hugging me from behind as if to prove his point.

"Yeah, or a much more dangerous place. Pfft." I just couldn’t wash away that annoying grin I was dead sure was displayed right there on my face.

It smelled heavenly, and although we hadn’t eaten that long before, it was time for dinner.

Dragging my package into the kitchen to our left, I found Emma doing her thing with a bunch of kettles and pans, and Ethan was already at the table.

"Jeyjey is alright; she is sleeping," he said, as if anybody had asked for her.

"Nobody asked." Henry growled, and I broke into laughter that he was thinking the same as me.

I dragged him to the bench while the kid ran around us to get to the other side of that bench, so in the end, I was in the middle of the two babies again.

"When are we going?" I asked Ethan and felt Henry tensing beside me.

"It’s too soon. He can’t just yet overuse his power again," he intercepted.

"Pfft. It’s alright. Should I—" Fuck, I was too lazy to even finish the sentence, so I grabbed Henry’s hand and flipped the coin instead of asking if I should take a look at the future.

Palm, black, correct future of Henry.

’Show me tonight in the warehouse~,’ I said internally, while watching the coin woman’s hands move, freeing her ears and eyes.

I stand in front of a warehouse, watching myself and Henry pass by.

"Here would be good," my future self says to Henry while pointing at the spot on the right of the warehouse. There is a big grassy field that is also inside the fence that surrounded the big building, and it would be perfect to conjure up the shield Henry had made, including the dead rats within.

My future self stops in his steps and turns around, looking in my direction... and our eyes meet.

We look at each other—the past and the future—and although I know that this is my real self and not some counterpart, it feels wrong.

Maybe I stopped looking into the future not because it turned so damn inaccurate after I had received the giant’s power, and not because I didn’t even want to know the future, but just because... it’s wrong.

There has to be a reason why time flows the way it does and why we cannot be present in either the past or future.

There could be a reason our senses are dulled and our wisdom is limited.

-A reason why we are unaware.

Maybe because nature can only be defied so much, and the veil covering us is in reality protecting us from something.

I see my future self looking away again, taking Henry’s wrist to go towards the empty field ahead.

"Is there something?" Future Henry asks while looking back.

"No, nothing," my future self answers, pulling him along as he strides forward.