Flip the Coin [BL]-Chapter 472. A good Horse

AN: For poor Ethan to not eat alone in Chapter 469, two sentences have been changed; Emma keeps him company now!

Henry’s POV

I relax fully and lean back against one of the bookshelves in the office.

I couldn’t deny the obvious: This man had never intended to put tabs on Kenny, nor was he a threat.

Without noticing, I let go of a breath... This was good.

If I had to kill Omar’s father, maybe even Omar if he tried to stop me or later avenge him—Kenny wouldn’t like it.

Teenage Omar furrowed his brows before agreeing—but one could see on his face that he hadn’t taken it seriously and wouldn’t go out of his way to seek Kenny out because of his father’s request.

"I’m sorry for being suspicious," I say to the teen, thinking of our last talk in the kitchen, where he tried to tell me that he and his father had never been a threat.

Then I laugh.

"But you have indeed been fucking suspicious."

Martin chuckles and sends his son out before sighing.

The scene changes.

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Teen Omar seems a few years older, nearly as old as when I first met him.

We stand in a kitchen, and Omar is in the midst of putting two eggs in a pan while his father is doing the dishes behind him.

"What are you doing cooking directly after we already ate?"

"I want to prove to the guys that I can cook," Omar answers, the childishness in his tone gone as he speaks more matter-of-factly.

"The guys? Who are they?"

"Kenny, Danny, and Jordan," Omar answers, and his father freezes before smiling slightly.

"Are you often out with them?"

"Yes..."

"No alcohol, alright?" "Martin says, while looking pensively at the stack of dirty dishes.

Omar’s shoulders tense a bit before he hums.

"I am sorry that your mother and I have been so seldom home the last few years."

Omar turns around to look at his father.

"No worries; I am rooting for you."

"The assets will soon be completely divided. When we have nothing to do with them, should I take on your mother’s surname as well?" Martin asks with a laugh.

"The blue-eyed, blond Martin Anand? No need," Omar laughs.

*********

Martin sits on the couch, eyeing the door.

When it finally opens, a beautiful woman enters, clothed in a bright-red, snuggly dress.

He averts his eyes, suddenly looking busy reading.

"Ayah~ I have just met the most adorable and most beautiful old little lady on earth!" The woman squeals, comes inside, and puts her bag on a hook by the door.

"You really did go?" Martin asks.

"With how often the little bat is flying out these days, we have to at least talk with one of the parents~ I squeezed a short meeting in before seeing my uncle." She opens the bag on the hook to search for something inside.

"He told you to stop calling him that. And how was she? Did you also see his friends... did you see Kennith?" Martin asks while staring down at his book.

"No, I didn’t see anyone other than a cutie in glasses, even though I craned my neck to peek. I would have loved to meet the accused red-eyed murderer and savior of the South District."

"Don’t remind me of that time." Martin sighs and massages the bridge of his nose.

"You did what you could~" she chuckles, taking out various items from her bag before continuing to search through it.

"I already know that Evie and I will be best friends in the future. Ah~ I love her style; she is so pretty~" Eventually, she finds what she was searching for and pulls out a lipstick before dropping the rest of the things she is holding back into the bag again.

Martin breaks into a grin and asks,

"What did your uncle say?"

"He told us to leave the city and move back to our homeland~~ Oh, I miss the food~" Walking past Martin to a mirror, she slides her hand through his hair in a tender gesture.

"But the countries had been closed off?"

"You know he would find a way." She shrugs nonchalantly, standing before a mirror on the wall.

"But the little bat surely wouldn’t want to leave his friends behind." She says while applying the lipstick.

"No, he wouldn’t," Martin agrees.

"Anyway, my uncle said to stock food, so he sent us everything and a bunch of guns."

Hearing that, I raise my eyebrows.

After two practiced motions, she puts the lid back on the lipstick before going to Martin and pressing her lips against his cheek, leaving a bright red mark.

I clenched my jaw but let it go.

Martin breaks into loud laughter before nodding.

"In these desperate times, there are no ’too many guns.’"

Mhm, I agree to that.

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I opened my eyes and found myself back in the present.

I squeezed Kenny, and he let go of Mr. Lawrence’s hand.

The man looked at us for a moment.

"Do you want to come inside?" he asked, making a motion to the mansion.

I looked at Omar and saw him alert, ready to intercept any attack from us, his nerves pulled taut.

"No need," Kenny chuckled.

"Mr. Lawrence, you heard that I am a prophet, and I am indeed something similar. I just checked if I could trust you, and I do now."

I pressed my lips together and looked at Omar, who relaxed visibly, letting go of a long breath.

Mr. Lawrence opened his mouth for a moment before closing it, seemingly stumped.

Kenny turned to ask Omar,

"Did you tell him anything about your cousin?"

Omar shook his head while saying,

"No, I wanted to speak to you about it first."

Kenny nodded and turned back to Mr. Lawrence.

"Your ’niece’ didn’t die back then. His mother hid his gender to protect him. He is a healthy boy who is currently living with us. His name is Ren." Kenny reached in his pocket and pulled something out—probably conjured up.

It was a piece of paper, the business card that Kenny had received from Ren.

Mr. Lawrence took it, holding it tremblingly.

"Oh," he said quietly.

"When we all travel together on Sunday, you will meet your sister Celene and him. He likes sweets," Kenny added.

Mr. Lawrence was surprised first and then whispered,

"...Thank you." Before looking back at the piece of paper in his hand.

"The little one doesn’t like to talk; additionally, his full name is Ren Howard, and he is my cousin now. So, Omar and I share a cousin, making us family." Kenny reached his hand out for another handshake.

Mr. Lawrence extended his hand in a daze, firmly shaking it while facing Kenny.

Omar brought a hand over his face and turned his body away, probably loosening up from the last bit of tension.

Kenny’s friends shouldn’t really be able to understand or grasp Kenny’s power and abilities, but one thing was for sure: they should be able to feel it seeping through his accommodating, usually relaxed self.

Omar, however, seemed to be clear, at the latest after seeing the mountain of rats that had been conjured up: if Kenny wanted his father dead, nobody could stop him.

Not even me—though I would kill him ten times over before Kenny would.

"We will have to go home now. See you on Sunday." Kenny let go, and Mr. Lawrence slowly broke into a smile, his eyes moistening.

"Until Sunday."

I nodded at the man, and he nodded back when Kenny turned around to walk down the lane to get out of their sight first instead of teleporting directly in front of them.

I let go of him and walked by his side to make it easier for us to go downwards.

I stared at his hand, wanting to take it, but given that the two men behind us would see it, I suppressed the urge.

"I am unhappy. You kissed someone else, then got kissed by someone else, and then declared them to be your family," I eventually said.

Kenny chuckled, amused.

"Did you feel his feelings during the vision?"

"No, why? Did you?" I looked at Kenny’s profile; he had lowered his head while looking at his feet that brought him over the asphalt below.

"Yes, I tested it because I know you don’t like it. I flipped the coin, stating, ’Show me what I have to see to know if I can trust this person, consecutively and without letting Henry feel foreign feelings.’ It seems that I can give a bunch of commands; I just never tried it."

I hummed, happy that he thought of me but unhappy because he had to shoulder Martin’s feelings alone.

But it was already done, so I repeated,

"Why are you family with them now? You already have friends, your grandmother, and Ren." Enough people are bugging you already.

"Pfft, it’s not bad to have more allies. And he is a good man; I could feel it."

I hummed, my face darkening more.

"It’s easy to like good people," I said sarcastically.

Kenny agreed.

"True. It would be far more difficult to like people who stabbed at one’s legs and brought one to prison..."

I winced hearing his words before whispering, more to reassure myself than for him to hear.

"But you like me, nevertheless."

Kenny chuckled,

"Yesss."

The street curved, bringing us out of sight of the two men; the trees on each side of the lane shielded us—even if they would still stand on the same spot—when my raging heartbeat calmed, allowing me to reflect on what had just been said.

And registering it, my heart sped up again.

I grabbed his hand and pulled him to me before lowering my head and looking straight into the most beautiful, most enchanting eyes.

"Say it clearly," I said breathlessly, but Kenny just grabbed the back of my head and kissed me.

Though I was in a daze and feeling hot hunger rise as I reciprocated the kiss, I automatically listened closer to the surroundings, to everything impossible for normal humans to perceive—whether there was danger or a spectator.

And indeed.

Without interrupting the kiss, I snapped my eyes open, looking to the side.

Omar was staring at us from the beginning of the curve.

Kenny apparently hadn’t noticed him, as he didn’t like to constantly activate his superhearing—because if he had, he would have pulled back immediately.

And? What are you doing staring at two entangled lovers?

It can’t be that the little bat suffered another heartbreak, can it?

Or is he just frozen entirely, seeing his best friend with a man?

Suspecting, then practically knowing, to then ’seeing’ it are different kinds of things, aren’t they?

I tightened my arms around Kenny and slowly turned to bring him out of the unwelcome sight, nevertheless bending down with him in my arms to accentuate the depth we were entangled in.

Soon I heard steps leaving, turning into a jog.

Finally alone, I could concentrate on the most precious, most addicting taste.

When Kenny pulled away, forcing me to straighten up with him in my arms, we were both out of breath, which was funny each time given our upgraded bodies—able to do strenuous work—but when we kissed or... did other things, we returned to being normal men.

"I’ll go first," Kenny said, and I pecked his face like a chick while he counted down, laughing.

In the end, he teleported, and I followed.

When I appeared in the room behind him, I latched onto him instantly.

"Hungry?" I asked while breathing in his scent.

"Yeah, let’s go eat." Kenny pulled me forward, and we went to the kitchen.

Ethan was there, together with the kid and the staff sergeant.

While sitting down, Kenny said,

"Trustworthy."

The kid hugged Kenny’s arm while Ethan smiled.

"Then we can travel with them."

We stuffed ourselves with food, and while the staff sergeant boasted about Ren now being able to write simple sentences and Kenny’s elaborated praises, we finished dinner.

Kenny groggily fell into bed just after changing into his sleeping clothes—without showering—so I followed suit.

I felt his gaze on my body the same way my eyes had stayed on his.

I can’t wait, I can’t wait, I can’t wait!

Suppressing the words, I joined him in bed and pulled him to me.

One might think I would have a love-hate relationship with sleeping when being constantly tormented by nightmares in which I can’t move, feeling paralyzed upon waking.

But I didn’t mind at all, thirsty for the dreams, no matter how heartbreaking they were.

And tonight, after falling asleep with Kenny in my arms, it happened as well; I experienced what I had to experience, hearing the voice I was most familiar with saying amidst screams, cries, and singing,

"You have good teeth. If you were a horse, I’d buy you."