Chapter 130 - 130. Friends
His blood splattered on both of us, yet he didn't close his eyes or avert his gaze even for a mont.
We both waited and hoped for
to be right; the tension was fucking palpable.
Finally, after so much blood left him, I saw firsthand as his wound closed, and everything was over.
There was no shadow exiting him, which in this case was a good sign.
"It's over?" I asked into the silence as Henry let the knife fall and reached for his neck with his trembling hands.
He let go of a violent breath and slumped backward, from a kneeling position to a sitting position, still holding his neck.
"Ha... haaa... ahhaha." After inhaling deeply, he broke into a chuckle, lying back until he was resting on the floor.
I moved to him and kneeled at his side, the positions reversed from before. Lifting his hand, I also touched the skin of his neck myself.
The adrenaline rush was evident in both of us, along with what felt like a bad trip, which had beco a nightmare we had thankfully managed to awaken from.
"Fuck." I buried my face in my hands; luckily, I was right—FUCK!
We stayed like this for a few silent minutes when the door was opened.
Looking up, I found my grandma peering inside, and after she assessed that everything had turned out alright, she spoke.
"Wash up and co eat. There is rice and beans." Before leaving again.
I laughed, and Henry chid in.
"Go strip and get in the bathtub; we have to talk anyway." I said to him.
I conjured up a wet towel—the ultimate way to wash ourselves without getting anything dirty or wasting water, which I had just co up with.
Henry looked around, and when he saw the bathtub, he took his bloody clothes off with a hum.
I threw the wet towel at him while turning my back to him.
"You are my dog, aren't you?"
"I am."
"I have saved your life more than once, haven't I?"
"You have."
"Good. I had a really ssed-up vision. We'll have to work that out so we can continue our adventures without
freaking out at every turn."
"Continue." He humd again.
"I saw a future in which you fell in love with , ran around to scare girls away from , and even offered your own ass to ." It was good that I was turned away; this was just so damn ssed up, embarrassing, and annoying. But I had to get rid of these issues, or I would have to sohow cut off any relations with him, which wasn't easy given that we were guests of the sa PRISON.
There was a pause before he broke into laughter and asked the most dumb question:
"Did you accept?"
"Don't make
angry when I'm trying to be your friend; I'm warning you." I figured that the two minutes were over, conjured a new wet towel, and threw it at him, over my back again.
"Really?" Damn, if he asks this hopefully, I feel like the bad guy again.
"Yeah." Now the atmosphere was even more awkward.
"Goddamn it. You have proven yourself in front of your family; we can be friends if you don't turn yandere for my ass."
"You an for your dick?" He laughed again.
"NO, DAMMIT! YOU WANTED TO FUCK , BUT SEEING THAT THAT WASN'T WORKING OUT, YOU SETTLED FOR THE NEXT BEST THING!"
I stopped screaming and tried to have a proper talk, though it wasn't easy with him laughing it off.
"Please, Henry, I can't go through this gay shit, and it's no joke anymore. Don't you see that I am going fucking crazy? I can't handle your psycho sister, a closed portal, deer monsters, and shadows while also shielding my ass at the sa ti, when I clearly need soone to have my back."
After speaking, I noticed that I was truly finished with being angry, at least for now. I desperately needed an ally—not soone like my grandma standing behind , watching over , but soone I could fight with, back to back. And fuck, I can't do that while constantly going paranoid.
"I understand. Okay, let's be friends. I assure you, I would never want to fuck a man, never. And even less would I let soone fuck , not anybody, not you." He paused, and I threw another towel at him.
"Yet you readily agreed when you visited
in prison, and I demanded that you let
fuck you." I interrupted before he could continue.
He laughed after either catching the towel or being hit by it.
"Yes, I felt guilty. You ca up with the idea, but that also didn't an you wanted to go through with it, right?"
"Right."
"I had my fair share of sexual experience and never had any thoughts in that regard about the sa sex, never. Not even once."
"Okay, good." I sighed in relief.
"I don't get why you see these visions. Are you sure that it's not so gay counterpart of mine or anything?" From start to finish, the mont he had stopped joking, he sounded genuine, and I felt a huge load had been taken off my shoulders.
"I also have no idea why it's like this, but it should be the real you..."
"I revealed the coin on my palm..." I muttered.
"What coin?" Henry asked, and I figured I could tell him now.
"As a child, I got random visions, and it was annoying, so I used the action of 'flipping a coin' as a catalyst. The woman on my back is on both sides of the coin. If the hands reveal her eyes, I only see the past or the future; if they reveal her ears, I only hear; and if they reveal her heart, I feel. When the coin turns black, it's about the future; when it's golden, it's about the past. Now cos the catch." I chuckled.
"If I reveal the coin on the back of my other hand, and it's golden, I see the 'correct' past of whom I touch. If it's black, I see the nearest counterpart's future. Revealing it on my palm, golden tells the past of the nearest counterpart, while black ans the correct future of whom I touch."
"... Your ability is astonishing," Henry comnted after contemplating.
"Why the tattoo of the coin's motif?"
"As a warning to not get greedy about looking into the future." I heard him step out of the bathtub, and I grabbed the fresh clothes I had brought to the room when we 'moved in,' before also throwing them behind my back in his direction.
"How about the things you produce out of thin air?" he asked while dressing himself.
I also started to take my things off, needing to scrub Henry's blood off
as well, and began to explain.
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