Flip the Coin [BL]-Chapter 322. Madly

Henry’s POV

So angry, so scared, so relieved, so insecure, so needy, and so madly in love.

Finally, I found him, and what is this?

Lying naked in the middle of a black landscape—something major had happened here, and if I look through the portal into our world, it’s clear that there was a big fire.

So what could be the reason for Kenny to take off his clothes? 𝘧𝘳𝘦ℯ𝓌𝘦𝒷𝘯𝑜𝑣𝘦𝓁.𝒸𝘰𝓂

Either his power stopped working, and the conjured-up clothes disappeared, or they had been burnt away.

Again he was going through misery and pain without me.

I am done with being left behind—first by my parents, then my sister, and now it is him, and he does it again and again, risking his life for insignificancies.

As much as I love you being the protector, this heroic figure that I can look up to like a god, and how much I worship you and want to offer my prayers to you and just you, I’m starting to have enough.

I want you back in the human realm where you can be tainted by only me, where I can lock you up and make myself the only presence around you.

Do I really have to make you hate me to successfully chain you to my side?

His skin looks strange, softer than before, like new skin; although his tattoos are still there, they also look as if they had been freshly inked. His hair is shiny; it is as if he had stood in fire itself, only to be born anew.

He is okay; he is alright.

I am okay; I am alright.

Who the FUCK am I kidding?

I am NOT okay; I am NOT alright.

And he isn’t either.

I am feeling resentful against the survivors and, surprisingly, against the apocalypse as well, though I thought that it would be a blast watching everything go to hell at the beginning.

Now I know, the more the world gets destroyed, the more people will come to him for his protection, for a salvation only he can provide.

So what the fuck should I do now?

What the fuck should I do with the resentment eating me alive?

"I got you, Kenny." Finally in my arms again, and I can’t even savor the excitement of having you close to me as the jealousy makes my head spin.

I can’t stand the survivors; they should all go to hell. I abhor the monster that hurt you; I absolutely detest the fact that your counterpart is able to merge with you while I have no way to crawl inside you to fill you up and feast on your warmth.

I wanted to scream again, I wanted to bite into my arm, but instead, I buried my nose in his hair, inhaling the scent that had been gone from me for a year.

Even if he came and visited in another body, his scent never came with him.

I missed you so much.

I use my power, unable to let go of Kenny and properly face that monster, as I fear he would slip away again.

That thing wouldn’t die, and I had to suppress the urge to just take Kenny and return to our world.

Why does it have to be us who fight like this?

Where is the fucking military?

What are they doing?

Where is my damn sister, and why the hell aren’t they bringing her here when a portal has opened in the middle of the street?

When Kenny was merging, I could feel his strength return, as he wasn’t lying bonelessly against me like a corpse anymore. It got me relieved, but at the same time, it was alarming.

The more strength he had, the more he would do; the more he would do, the less he was in my arms and close enough for me to feel his heartbeat and breath.

I yelled at the survivors, a bigger number than I thought, and saw as the commander hesitated, looking at me suspiciously and then worriedly at Kenny, before he nodded and headed to my instructions.

Among the people running were a middle-aged woman holding a child; both of their black eyes had taken on a golden hue.

And then I saw a crystalline figure walking to me.

My counterpart seemed to have survived the fire, locked in the dome by Kenny’s counterpart.

It walked to me, and while Kenny lay in my arms with closed eyes, it crouched down behind me. I could feel that there was no threat as it laid its hand on my back, the touch still lingering even after it had disappeared, as I felt a power surge, vitality spreading through my veins.

I involuntarily smiled for a moment.

The more power, the more I can keep him safe, so naturally, there was no need to decline such a gift, though I don’t know why both the shadow and the crystalline figure were so hellbent to merge with me.

The monster put itself together, and we still had a bit of time, yet not enough for me to test what I could do with the newly acquired power.

But what I had seen from the shield Kenny’s counterpart produced... I had an idea, and this was exactly what I needed.

A shield to protect and a potential cage to keep someone locked in. I love it.

I stroked Kenny’s face when he opened his eyes again; they shone brilliantly.

"How are you feeling?"

I leaned forward to meet him eye to eye, our faces turned to each other.

"You look like a depressed artist."

I missed it so desperately—the teases, the jokes, the smirks, the smiles.

"I was fucking depressed. How are you feeling?" I chuckled, swallowing down the sorrow and self-pity.

He was good; he was alright again. I don’t know how to describe it, but since he came back from fighting the giant, there has always been a shadow looming over his expression.

Even when he was in a good mood, if you took a closer look, if you really paid attention, you could easily spot that he was a far cry from the person he had been before.

Now, he reminded me again of the confident guy who held a knife to my throat, cooking for me and sleeping in front of me back then in his small, shabby apartment.

Yet when he looked at the portal and the burnt-down street behind it, he seemed to fall back into dark thoughts, which was something I didn’t want to see on him anymore. Never again.

"Dragon?" I tapped his forehead, seeing him look with vigor at the monster he had found disgusting and threatening not long ago.

"Dragon." He nodded.

And although I wanted to rob him and take him home to lock him in, demanding that he fulfill his promise and put a chain on him, I took the sword he gave me before I enchanted them with shadowy energy, pulled him up, and let him step away from me.

Just because I don’t want there to be any regrets for you.

Just because I don’t want you to feel responsible for whatever that monster would do to our world in case it crossed.

Just because his eyes shone, because he seemed excited like a kid.

Just because I... more than you... ever...

"Come on; the necklace brothers fight for justice and stuff, don’t they?"

I looked away, my lips twitching, the lump in my throat nearly making me unable to speak.

"They do." Yeah.

As long as they are together, they can do everything you want them to do.