Tang San's Twin Sister-Chapter 220

When Tang Yin saw her brother again, she barely recognized him.

He was harder, colder, and there was the distinct deeply set scent of blood about him, and he was attacking one of the men at the entrance. There was such coldness, such malice surrounding him, she almost tackled him with a hug as she ran at him. Almost toppling him over with force.

He let out a startled breath and then looked down at her.

His eyes were wide as he recognized her clear, shimmering blue eyes, the same eyes he possessed. The very same black blue hair. It was all the same, only their gender and their size were different. She felt frail and small in his arms, vulnerable.

Did he even have the right to hug his sister like this after all the people he had killed knowing how much she disliked it?

Instead he was crushed by her arms even tighter.

Slowly, his arms closed around her after long moments of hesitation. All coldness vanishes from him. He felt the guilt inside him. How much blood was at those hands that he hugged her with, knowing just how deeply she hated killing. He knew right then and there.

Never, never he could tell her about the many many lives he had so mercylessly taken, the horror would be to deep for her. To much. Never he could bear the look of fear and probably disgust that would appear in her eyes if he did tell her.

He didn't believe he would survive if he lost his sisters trust like that.

He pressed his face into her hair, keeping her tight, holding on to her. The other half of his soul, his one and only twin sister, the most important member of his birth family. The one who always cared, who was his shoulder to cry on in hard times, his comrade to rant with during tough moments, and the unwavering, stout support that never vanished. Come hell and high water, she would be with him.

She owned a piece of him, like Xiao Wu, with smiles and silly thoughts.

"Sis." He croaked and hugged her tighter., swallowing his guilt. "I missed you."

"So did I." She tilted her head upwards and grinned. "Good to see you too."

The malice vanished, but the coldness in his eyes remained, the warmth she was used to seeing hidden behind the chill. "What happened?" She asked him knowing something was wrong.

"A lot." He told her and stepped back. "I am happy to see you and no...I don't think I should tell you..."

Yin smiled at him cupping his cheeks gently with her hands. "I won't ask then, but just because it is you." She hugged him again. "Just because it is you." She was not an idiot, if he did not want to tell her then he knew she would not approve. Be horrified most likely, so she preferred to live in ignorance, to not know, so she changed topic. "I am far to happy to see you again. I have so much to tell you." She held up her arm to show him the prosthesis Gale had built for her.

"Gales work cool, no?" Tang San took it and inspected it carefully his hands dacing over the cold metal. His mind focused. He knew what she was doing, distracting him and he was happy about it. So he didn't have to tell her about the horrors he had done, the people he had killed. "How does it hold up?"

"Well, I need to practice with the fine motorics, not quite there yet, the fingers are finicky, other than that it's sturdy, and very flexible for a prototype. The actual one he needs more time to finish, he mentioned something less chunky looking, and I probably shouldn't go into direct combat with a title douluo or anything beyond a Soul Saint, as it will probably not hold up."

"That is a lot more than could have been expected." Tang San muttered. "Say you could not convince him to make weaponry again, could you?" He asked. "With his skill, he would be beyond amazing."

"Well, I think he would rather get himself skewered, and honestly, I don't want to convince him either. I mean, he would be marvelous, but I fear what he would be able to invent, exactly due to his skill."

Tang San quieted and then looked at her.

"I have seen what really advanced weaponry can do ... well, from what I remember, honestly, we don't need too much development in that direction. When the time comes, there are people who can destroy the entire world by pushing a button. Things go awry." Tang San listened to her and then nodded.

Yin did remember atomic bombs, guns, bombs, long-distance rockets...they were nothing she really wanted to have around this world. When she remembered faintly what her history teacher told her about Fukushima, she felt a cold shiver run down her spine and, at the same time, felt the need to snort.

Why the hell did she remember stuff like that but not the faces of her family?

Well, she just needed to re-learn them from her diaries, eventually.

"I see.” He saw her expression when she shook her head. She did not even want to convince him to make weapons again. “I guess in that case, it is really better that Gale never gets working on weaponry ever again." San agreed with her before his gaze wandered around for the first time, starting to focus on the people around them. Whom he had completely ignored up until now, his gaze finally fell upon Tang Yuehua. He let Yin go and took a protective position in front of her.

"I am Tang San. It is an honor to meet you, Madame Tang."

"Aunt, if you will have me." Tang Yuehua said, tears in her eyes. "I am your Aunt."

He looked at Yin. She grinned. "Lei è una dei buoni." She then said, signaling Tang San that Tang Yuehua was one of the good ones.

"Aunt then." Tang Yuehua smiled thankfully at Tang Yin, knowing that while she had not understood what had been said, she knew it had been a kind of green light from her.

"I look forward to getting to know you." She said. "You both resemble your parents so much."

"I look forward to coming to know you as well." Tang San answered coolly. "During the brief time I will be here, before I continue my training."

"I see." Tang Yuehua seemed a bit sad at the thought that Tang San would be leaving soon.

"Son, I believe you will be spending a bit more time here than a brief visit from your sister." Tang Hao Said. "I wish you to learn here a while, I want you to learn what I never mastered and also to find your inner balance."

Tang San grew cold in that very instant, and the cold energy emanated from him once more. "I don't have time to spare." He hissed.

"Yes, but as you are right now, you will only harm yourself and those you treasure." Tang Hao intervened. "Your Sister, Your Lover, before you can claim to be strong, you need to master your new abilities properly. Tang Yuehua can teach you things I am not able to teach, valuable things..." He looked at Tang Yuehua. "...things I learned far too late, at a point where I had already lost your mother..." Tang Hao's gaze wandered to Yin, and it remained unsaid.

and the trust of your sister.

Tang San took a deep breath and then nodded. Tang Yin grabbed his hand and grinned up at him. "See it like this, we can spar again, I can commission a Shirt with Keep Calm and Torture Spirit Masters on it."

"Why?" He sounded confused.

"Do you prefer one with Siscon embroidered on it?" She asked him.

"Only if I can commission a tunic with Brocon embroidered." He pointed out calmly, but a smile sneaked on his face.

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Tang Hao looked at his children and watched, with sheer wonder, as his Son, who had not smiled since he had to say goodbye to his lover, beamed at his sister's silly words. He never had such a relationship with his twin; never had they been quite like the two.

Their hands were joined, and he noted that Tang San was clutching hers tightly, maybe a bit too tightly. It was her real one, not the mechanical replacement she wore. He shuddered, remembering the day his daughter had been standing in front of him, and he had told her she would die, her gaze as she simply refused to accept it.

The path she must have taken to stand in front of him like this, her clear blue eyes exactly like her mother's, her statue, her appearance. She looked so much like Ah Yin, it was as if he saw his wife smile again. A gift he had treated callously, so callously he had probably broken any chance to truly be the father the two of them had deserved.

His son was more accepting, more reserved in his ways, considered him a father, but in hindsight, he had treated Yin harsher than him as a child, cut her hair because it reminded him too much of Ah Yin, treated her as less, she reminded him too much of her with her mere presence.

He let his gaze wander to the tall, massive man standing two steps behind Yin. He was human, yet he knew the man was not exactly what he seemed. There was such a feeling of sheer age to him, a weight.

His daughter's sweetheart.

He clutched his fist; he wanted to warn him, tell him what he would do to him, but he bottled it up inside him. What right did he even have to interfere with his children's choices, much less with his daughters' choices? He had to face it in the end...

...he had none.

He closed his eyes as he felt Tang Yuehua's hand on his shoulder, and she smiled at him.