Flip the Coin [BL]-Chapter 232. Q and A

Did he really have to take me aside just for that?

Jordan had already bent down to me, so I could easily grab his neck, positioning his ear next to my lips.

"I don’t care about that," I whispered.

"Like I have Kenny2, you had your more muscular counterpart that I have seen in my vision, and Henrietta has Henrietta2; every person has a counterpart in each of the parallel worlds." I looked up, but I was sure that I had turned away from the cameras in the room. Now, ensuring that it was indeed the case, I continued.

"Not only humans; it can be monsters as well—it can even be some fucking stone. If you even go so far as to see your counterpart, you’ll establish a link. After the link is formed, if you go and kill that counterpart, you absorb its experiences, turn younger, get stronger, or whatever. If someone else kills it after the link is established, your mind can be damaged."

Jordan froze and nodded slowly.

"Like your grandma?" Oh yeah, they had seen her not long ago.

"Yeah, but be careful. I don’t want all of you to enter a parallel world even if the military tells you to. Should you, for whatever reason, still enter one, then only kill your counterpart if you have to; however, don’t let anyone else kill it. But the best choice is to not do it at all. If you have to leave for a parallel world, call me. I can teleport now, and I’ll go with you."

He distanced himself and looked at me in absolute disbelief, mouthing the word ’teleport?’

I let go and nodded at him, but not before I flipped the coin.

I took a look into his future and only saw boring military training.

"Remember what I told you; don’t tell anyone else besides Danny and Omar," I implored Jordan quietly, and he made a zipping motion.

I then went to Omar, who was in the midst of patting Henry’s shoulder, with a thankful expression.

"No need to thank me." Henry answered without looking at him, his eyes fixated on me.

Danny ripped himself from the sergeant’s grasp and ran to me again. Under Henry’s glare, he hugged me once more, giving me the chance to flip the coin on him as well.

Palm, black, eyes and ears uncovered, correct future of Danny.

"Aren’t their interactions strange? Why are they so close?" Danny asks Omar, elbowing him while they sit in the backseat of a military jeep.

"Strange." Jordan, seated in the copilot seat, and Omar answer simultaneously, both nodding.

Coming back, I flipped the coin repeatedly, only to find Danny whining to the others about when they would go and visit me again or him running away from the stern sergeant—just nonsense like this telling me he wouldn’t be in immediate danger.

I went to Omar, who engulfed me in a bear hug.

Palm black, eyes and ears uncovered, the correct future of Omar.

Omar stands in front of an office and knocks. An old voice asks him to enter. Opening the door and saluting, he watches as Staff Sergeant McAlister doesn’t even look up, seemingly busy with some documents.

"Who was the beauty we met in that center?" His voice stoic, he appears to emit absolute disinterest.

"Beauty?" Omar lets his eyes wander, thinking who he could mean, before nodding.

"Oh, yes, you mean Henry?"

Staff Sergeant McAlister throws a pen at him, missing his face by a hair’s breadth.

"Not him; I know who he is. I talked with him! The lady—who was that lady?"

"Which lady?"

"The lady with a perfect pose, graceful step, beautiful hairdo, and stunning features!"

"...." Omar struggles a bit with himself before speaking it out.

"Mrs. Howard? Kenny’s grandma?" He asks, suppressing a laugh.

"Ah." The sergeant looks down at his documents again before waving Omar out of his office.

Coming back after seeing that, I had to concentrate to flip the coin some more, making sure he would be safe as well before I let go of Omar and shot the sergeant a long, profound look.

This somehow developed into a staredown between the two of us until the sergeant raised his arms in confusion, as if he would offer with a heavy heart what I was looking at him for, which he seemed to think was a hug?

I burst into laughter.

"Good luck, staff sergeant." I nodded at him, and he put his hands behind his back as if that was what he wanted to do anyway, before nodding back sternly, as if he knew what I was talking about.

Looking at him closer, he had bushy eyebrows with a prominent chin and jawline, so maybe he was handsome some time ago; I really can’t tell things like that regarding men, especially older ones.

"Did you take a look?" Omar asked.

"Yeah, you are safe for now." I answered the three guys, clearly sad because of their fast departure.

Henry put his arm around my neck, and I instinctively gripped his wrist, seeing my friends partly averting their eyes and Danny looking as if he had lost his soul while staring at us.

"Now go." I told them.

The sergeant took Danny by his collar and dragged him out amidst his loud protests, the other two smiling at me and nodding, even making a military salute.

I laughed at their antics, and when they had left the room, I sat down at the table again.

"Won’t we leave?" Henry asked, standing behind me and playing with my hair.

"My grandma should be here soon."

"What did Jordan say to you?" He didn’t ask how I knew that the dragon would come but got straight to the point.

"You should have heard." I leaned back and looked at an upside-down Henry.

"...." He fell silent, which said it all.

"Was it you who broke up with her?" He eventually asked.

"Nope, she dumped me." I turned my head back to the table, tapping it.

"Why?"

"Because she moved away."

"Now she is back again..."

"And because she said I had never really loved her. Apparently, women can feel things like that." I interrupted him while his warm hands played with my freshly blow-dried hair, making a mess of it.

"Was she right?"

"Who knows?" I leaned back again and grinned at Henry, only to see his face coming closer as his hands tightly grabbed my hair, making it impossible for me to move away.

He placed his forehead against mine, robbing me of the chance to see his expression.

"What if she wants to get back together again?"

"She won’t; that’s all in the past." Especially since she should now be even two years older than me, so for her, it should have been even longer ago.

"What if she wants to?" Stubborn.

I chuckled.

"Then I’d say no."

"Really?" He asked rather adorably, like a little puppy fearing to get left behind.

"Mhm." After reassuring him again, Henry rubbed his forehead against mine with a light sigh, in a somewhat dependent motion.

Cute.