Flip the Coin [BL]-Chapter 102 - . Truth

I think I again blacked out a few times while they patched me up, and, true to the dragon's word, they really nearly strangled me.

Finally, my grandmother, who had been nagging the whole time, pierced the nail of her finger between my eyebrows.

"If you die from just so little, be prepared." She threatened and left the room, slamming the door shut.

"What happened, Kenny?" Henry asked while touching the spot between my eyebrows until I glared at him.

"Why didn't you take me with you?"

"Why aren't you using me?"

"Why leave your dog behind?"

I observed him bowing his head, as if I really were his master. Besides the satisfaction I received through his obedience, and that he clearly placed himself under me, I was bewildered by the similarity in thinking.

While giving the future Kenny a blowjob, he also wanted me to use him.

Maybe this was all some fucked-up fetish.

And why the fuck am I witnessing his sexual adventures in my vision from the first-person perspective?? Even if I felt what he thought and felt before if the coin woman's heart was uncovered, it was always with a remaining distance, and not as if my own body went through his motions.

Is it because he does these things to ME?

Ah fuck, I am angry again.

But it was true, on the roof we would have finished this quicker with two men, at least if the opponent was not his twin sister or her counterpart.

There are two possibilities. This was the real Henrietta, and she had killed counterparts, getting younger and stronger in the process, like my grandma, or this was just her counterpart.

Though it would be pretty stupid to get younger with each killed counterpart, I doubt it works that way. My theory is that you absorb what was part of you all along, making you stronger and giving you vitality, but not to the point where you become a toddler.

Yet, I still don't find this way to gain strength good, not at all.

I can only find out more if I flip the coin on the corpse.

"I need... touch...vision...dead child..." I hate to do this, but if he brought me there, there was still the possibility he would not look at her. Now I have no energy to go back myself.

And I have the feeling that I won't have the chance to if I don't go now. There were no corpses around, maybe they disappeared for another reason than monsters getting them.

"You want to touch her to find out more?" He asked, and I nodded slightly, giving myself pain.

"No. Never. Last time you tried to get a vision from a dead body, you died." He came closer and narrowed his eyes, telling me he meant it.

"I...have to."

He covered my mouth with his hand.

"I said no. I will never allow it."

This fucker! HE WAS THE ONE BRINGING ME TO THE MORGUE AND NOW HE IS GETTING WORRIED? WHAT THE FUCK?!

Ah, I got angry again, that's not good for my injuries. I grabbed his wrist and flipped the coin, looking into the end of this argument. If I was bound to lose anyway, then I would just give up and sleep.

Palm, black, correct future of Henry, eyes, ears, and heart uncovered. Please no sexual shit, I chanted while diving into the future.

A tall, black-haired man steps over a roof. He walks to the corpse of a child, and turns it. Stunned, he recognizes his twin sister, it looked exactly like her when she was a child. 

There is despair, sadness, and confusion threatening to overcome him, but he does what he always does, what he is best at, he suppresses it. 

He thought he had freed himself from her after her last betrayal, but as it seemed....she will always stay a part of him.

He forces her eyes open, and he recognizes the blue that was forever tying them to each other.

"Just what is going on here?"

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Coming back, I felt like crying yet again. I am still in awe of how he can always feel every one of his emotions so vividly before packing them away. Maybe he doesn't perceive it that way, but whether it was sadness, pain, or lust, every one of these feelings and emotions nearly consumed his whole being, during the moments I witnessed.

"What are you doing? What did you see? Why aren't you telling me anything?!" He seemed to lose control of everything that was locked inside him, his lips trembling, his eyes dazed.

His grip on my mouth turned more forceful as he slid down to pinch my jaw.

"Why aren't you telling me anything? Huh?" He whispered repeatedly to me, like he would break down if I didn't give him an answer.

"The girl on the roof..." Ah damn, forcing someone with an injured throat to speak, you are really a fucker.

"Your sister, or her counterpart." Better he was prepared by me than finding out on the roof himself.

Henry didn't even bat an eyelid before shooting out the next question.

"What about just now?"

"You found her on the roof and recognized her." I nearly choked to death while bringing this sentence out.

"Before you had gone to fight?" It was like he was interrogating me.

"You carried me away after everyone was slaughtered by her." I thought he talked about the vision before I ran out.

"And before that?" Again, there was breathlessness on him, as if he were chased down by something.

"I saw you giving some guy a blowjob." I pressed out between clenched teeth. I will never admit that it was me, even if I get killed.

There was clear and believable disbelief on his face at my last sentence, as his whole demeanor changed. He was calm again, his breath normal, as if this mini breakdown was just a show.

Henry stood up and walked outside the room. I heard him jump out of the window, probably going to look at the corpse.

Did this fucker just play me?

WHAT THE HELL?

I was so angry that I nearly started bleeding again.

It was me who had witnessed how despaired and shocked he was when finding his sister's corpse, for the first time, and now for the second time.

But he was so good at acting that I became constantly uncertain if my visions were not just simply nonsense.