Flip the Coin [BL]-Chapter 389. I/i

I sucked in a deep breath, my ribcage heaving with me.

"Kenny?" Strong hands tightened around my body; I was lying on Henry, who leaned against the tunnel wall while sitting under me on the ground.

The see-through shield was still around us, with no rat tides in sight.

I pulled my shirt up and looked at my solar plexus. There was dried blood from the worm incident, but not from a stab wound ... although I could see a scar on top of my tattoos that was formed like an about two-centimeter-big ’I.’

Because the top of the scar was much deeper and much more protruding, it seemed more like a small ’i,’ with the dot on top being the deepest wound.

"What the hell, fuck! Fuck, fuck, fuck! Holy shit!" I cursed while stroking over the scar.

"Another dream?" Henry bent over and followed my fingers.

"What in the world happened to you?" His tone turned murderously in an instant after he felt the scar.

I still breathed laboriously, the feeling of that fucker stabbing me all too real.

"The Maestro guy. This time it was a chase, first inside a dark hospital and then outside on a street with the ground collapsing. In the end, he stabbed me with his Maestro stick thingy."

"First the stadium where you were an audience member, and now he stabbed you?"

"No, the fight club thing was in between."

"What?" He asked dangerously.

"An underground fight club where I fought other Kennys. That was before I controlled you."

"You didn’t tell me." He didn’t sound amused.

Yeah, a bunch of shit happened before I could—is what I wanted to say, but instead, I apologized.

"I’m sorry."

"The Maestro wanted that for the Kennys to fight each other?"

"Yeah."

"You can’t use your powers inside these ’dreams’?"

"No, not even strength or night sight."

Hearing that, Henry’s hold on me tightened again crushingly, and he groaned aggressively.

"FUCK!"

"Yeah. But another Kenny told me I would die for real if I died in the dream. Now we know it’s clearly not true, because that fucker caught me with his stick after I jumped from a cliff..."

"WHAT?"

"Fuck... don’t get me started... I don’t want to talk about it. Just happy to be alive." I finally caught my breath again and felt the horrors of the experience just now conveniently glazed over by my crystalline counterpart.

"But remember? It only happens when I fall unconscious; at least it was like this the last two times." I tried to calm him down.

"Mhm. You can’t fall unconscious again until I find a way to come with you." Henry traced the scar again, not sounding the least bit assured or less murderous.

"Agreed." I pulled my shirt back down while Henry still had his hand on my scar.

"What about the rats? Any worms still here? Oh, do you feel rabies-like symptoms or something squirming under your skin?" I finally remembered the important stuff, and the itching on my neck started again.

I scratched myself, but Henry grabbed my wrist to stop me.

"I am alright, no rabies, no worms, and you are alright as well. There is nothing under your skin."

"But I can feel it." I tried to break free, feeling the urge to open up my skin to get them out.

"No. You are imagining it." He pulled me further up to him without letting go of my wrist.

He pressed his lips against the healed spot on my neck and kissed it softly.

"See? I know this place the best..."

More pecks before he sucked on my skin.

"...because it’s mine."

The itching stopped, proving Henry’s point, and instead, a pleasant shudder ran down my body.

"What happened to the rats?" I felt the annoying fluttering feeling again, so I changed the topic.

Henry sighed and rested his forehead on my shoulder.

"After you lost consciousness, they continued to come for a few minutes, then it stopped."

"And you are alright? Did you overuse your powers?" I looked at the shield, really wishing I could use this power myself.

I rubbed my fingertips, trying to come up with crystals, but to no avail. Maybe I could conjure the shield up given that I touched it, but there was a good possibility that it would break down over us into millions of small crystals, so I couldn’t try that right now.

"I am alright. We should go home nevertheless to eat and shower."

Yeah, given that I was drenched in my own blood, a shower wouldn’t be bad.

"Fine. But let’s come back later again."

"Mhm."

"How are you making the shields?" I couldn’t hold back and asked, although I think I did ask him that before.

"Just by imagining it," Henry said and looked up, squeezing his cheek against mine and grabbing my hand to then put his index finger over my own.

Small crystals danced on his fingertip, looking like sparkling sandcorns.

I wanted to touch them, but Henry tightened his hold on my hand.

"Careful, they are sharp; maybe I can use them to attack someday as well. You can’t use the shield at all?"

"Nope." A real pity.

"Okay, let’s go. Should I go first?" I turned around to look at Henry.

He seemed a bit exhausted but alright. And he hadn’t nagged me, though maybe he kept that for home, or he showed mercy because I had just been fucking stabbed.

"Mhm, go first, but count down before you go."

"Okay, we’ll meet in our room." I didn’t want my grandma to see me like this, or she would get her stick out—and oh my fucking goodness, I had enough of sticks for today.

Henry nodded and buried his head inside my neck again.

I combed through his hair before counting down.

"Three, two, one."

I directly teleported inside the bathtub in our room, and Henry was a second later inside outside the bathroom.

"Here!" I called him before he would freak out because he wasn’t seeing me.

Henry pushed the door open and turned the light on.

I again expected some nagging, but there was none; he seemed relatively normal. This was good. I breathed a sigh of relief.

Henry pulled his phone out while facing me.

"I’ll come back in thirty minutes. Then we’ll go eat."

"Tell my grandma that we are back after you change clothes." There was quite a bit of my blood on him as well.

He put his phone away and smiled unsettlingly.

"Sure."

Then he teleported away, leaving only a bit of shadowy energy behind.

I shivered for a second, having a bad feeling.

I got rid of my clothes and turned the shower on, asking myself if I was too paranoid.

Well...let’s get rid of the blood first.

It was an annoying task, and I didn’t like how the water just wouldn’t stop turning red, but after using most of my thirty minutes, I was cleaned up again.

Henry appeared punctually right on the second, inside the bathroom when I just started brushing my teeth to get the iron taste out of my mouth.

I was only wearing a towel around my hips, and Henry came behind me, yet instead of hanging onto me as always, he turned me to him and kneeled down in front of me.

I raised my eyebrows in question and found that he was taking another look at the scar.

He again traced it with his fingers.

"This doesn’t seem to be from a conductor’s baton."

It was really a sensual view from above to look down on him; usually, he didn’t look like someone who would kneel so obediently and willingly.

Fuck, this is doing so much for me; I can’t even begin to explain how satisfying this feels.

I leaned away from him to spit out toothpaste before answering.

"I don’t know what it was; I was busy falling, but it was long and pierced right through me."

"On exactly this spot?" He tapped the scar tenderly and looked up.

He had taken out his contact lenses, and his penetrating blue gaze caused my heart to skip a few beats.

I nodded instead of answering, dazedly continuing with brushing my teeth.

"Tell me later about every detail of each of these Maestro dreams...no, they clearly aren’t dreams." He leaned forward to kiss the scar before hugging me tightly.

I combed through his hair with my free hand.

"I know. Don’t worry; now that I know that fucker can’t kill me, I won’t take his shit anymore the next time I see him. The pressure he exerted wasn’t as strong as the first time, either."

Henry squeezed me for a few seconds until I had to spit out again; then he let go and stood up.

"I told your grandmother we are back. Food is ready." He left the room and rummaged through my closet while I rinsed my mouth.

When he returned, he had clothes in his hand for me to change into.

"Thanks." Putting on pants with the towel around my hips, I luckily didn’t have to directly expose myself and the arousal I involuntarily felt after seeing him kneel before me.

After getting dressed, we left the room with Henry hugging my neck.

The dining room was empty, except for a bunch of cooked and fried vegetables and rice on the table, and I noticed how damn hungry I really was.

I speedily sat down, and after loading Henry’s plate with enough healthy food, I wolfed my food down, only stopping to take a few sips of water.

Eventually, I was stuffed and finished, leaning against Henry and feeling tired as hell.

But I really wanted to take another look inside the tunnel to find out if there was an open portal, because if that was the case, new rats could constantly come through—the only upside of that was that these rats would be original black ones and not mutated ones.

However, a constant supply of pests wasn’t what we wanted in any case.

If I found a portal and felt super lazy, I could even crouch down in front of it and use my arrow gun on each rat passing through, and if they lined up obediently and waited for their turn to be killed and touched, then it would be all the better.

"Let’s go?" I asked Henry, but he shook his head.

"Your grandmother wants to talk to you before we go."

I sighed and stood up, and we both went out of the kitchen and dining room and up the stairs.

In front of the throne room, I knocked shortly before opening the door.

Only to be nearly struck by a smartphone.

"WHAT THE FUCK?" I caught the phone in front of my face and looked exasperatedly at my grandma, who was sitting on her throne like the ruler of the netherworld, her face scrunched up in seething anger like the dark lord himself.

At least there was no stick in view, only her and her red fingernails motioning at the phone that she had just thrown while her eyes skewered me more than the Maestro ever could.

I glanced at the phone and turned on the display.

There was a picture of me bloody as hell, standing inside the bathtub, in which I had just taken a shower.

In disbelief, I looked from the phone screen to Henry.

"You...you bastard snitched on me?"

Henry smiled lightly, but his eyes were deadpan.

His reaction proved the unbelievable—this fucker not only didn’t check the time but also took a picture of me in the bath more than half an hour ago, and I had not been paranoid in the fucking least.

"Invincible, aren’t we?" The old voice went from shrill to unnervingly deep as it snaked around my body and soul, forcing me to face the source of all evil.

"YOU THINK YOU AREN’T MY BLOOD, SO YOU GO AND DISTRIBUTE IT TO THE SEWER??"