YOU CAN'T LEAVE
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To the unanswered question, Deserell wants to try it again. "Everyone says that when the world needs them once again, they're going to come back like heavenly heroes sent by heaven..." that what was left spoken through the elders lips who built the underground civilization of the present mankind, as it continued to be passed down by well–known families.
Even though belief and faith account for the legend now are wavering through the present and younger generations.
Still, the position of the story held such importance that even the government chose to buy it as children's fairy tales.
Determined, Deserell lips tightened, taking another step closer and closing his fist in front. "I know, and I have always believed it. That, one day, you'll come to prove the story aren't just any children's fairy tales. The people in the world's government were lying when they said it wasn't real, and so you weren't real, and what happened more than a hundred years ago was just an unknown virus that took place and haunted mankind, " he takes a deep breath, staring back straight at the emotionless pair of cold eyes. "They are all lies, and you are here to prove that."
Deserell sounded like he was about to weep himself.
"Right?"
"What stupid things are you blabbering about." Yuheiyo listening to his companion talking rubbish has narrowed his eyes, letting out a scornful voice.
"Stop your nonsense, Deserell. We are not going to delay Farhana's medicine for these fairy-fairy tales of yours," and he took the other's hand, planning to get back what they're coming here for.
However, this guy wouldn't easily back down. "Who said they are just fairy tales? Can't you see he is not a human like us."
Deserell said through gritted teeth, harshly taking away his arm from the other before running to 18061819's side.
"You!" Yuheiyo can't believe what he was told and is nearly frustrated. "I know you don't believe them, but it doesn't mean they weren't real."
Deserell goes again, inhaling sharply, shutting both of his eyes at once and exhaling a bit of fear slowly eating up on his heart as he reached for 18061819's long-widened sleeves.
He thought he would fly straight away, but the mysterious figure he was believing in only jerked his head at him. Having the only focus of light on their direction, Yuheiyo finally got a more clear view of the stranger's clothes, was an outfit they had never seen before.
From the time they were behind this person, they could only see his back covered with a dark cloak, but now with the front showing them the dress, that no one among them could tell what it was called; only someone from the past could tell it was resembling an ancient tight-fitted male cheongsam that hugging the host body.
It is really foreign to him, and so to the others.
An image of red butterflies over the white shade and unknown flowers has a sense of the world he had failed to know.
His face turned black as he clicked his tongue saying, "I'll go get the medicine. Wait here, or go die if you wish."
"I—I will not die!" Deserell yelled back at Yuheiyo who didn't bother to give him any reply.
Then, he looked up at 18061819 with hope in his drumming hearts that maybe the figure can show any reaction or something that will indicate whether his words were able to reach him.
But what he was looking forward to meets disappointment.
18061819, quiet and still, standing at his side, there was nothing he could tell a movement.
Yuheiyo leaving for the storage room had the flashlight while Deserell left with nothing on his hand.
It has gotten dark in the hallway now, and he doesn't wish to move even a bit.
Deserell mentally cursed Yuheiyo for going on his own.
Why did he leave him? He was just stating the facts.
Why would no one would like to believe him?
Aren't there a living person before them who fits perfectly in the characters of the old stories?
Why not, why these people can't see that. It was crystal clear the figure beside him was not ordinary like them.
"Let go." He heard 18061819 said.
"Huh?"
"Move."
"But, "If he let go, then what if the other left him too? Isn't that a bad idea? It is dark all over here, and Deserell cannot see without any help of light.
"No, I don't want to, you can't leave me alone too."
Silence.
18061819 does not know what to do with him. It was the first time someone dared to cling to him.
Walking around the land full of dangerous beats, monsters and zombies for several days.
Somebody has just got closer to him, which he intuitively knows he isn't accustomed to.
He can feel the blade on his palm pulsing to a great extent, almost vibrating enough showing how much it could be disturbed.
He clenched hard as a warning, as if telling to behave or else 18061819 will not move to satisfy itself.
Feeling the threatening impulse of its master, the dark scythe has become silent.
He gaze down at the agitated guy who is currently hugging his left arm and still has no idea how to remove him.
While somewhere in his mind there's an impression telling him to just shove the other on the wall, or use the blade to cut the young man's head.
It was there, then it wasn't there.
That's how that kind of thoughts were going on as he fell into a silent stare. In the end, it was blocked for an unknown reason.
There's another murmur saying he cannot do that, and so even making ways for this group is also because of that.
He was following the whisper of his instincts, the idea of helping these people isn't on his will, but he has to no matter what.
Like a good servant.
A short while later, Yuheiyo came back having a small transparent box on his; he was carrying different kinds of medicine he'd luckily found.
He walks confidently towards where Deserell must be, before he thinks that he might encounter any low-level zombies or those creatures the Academy didn't tell about in their lectures, but he was surprised to see none of them appeared in his sight.
Only the same aftermath was there, flesh, blood and parts of humans or monsters, he even stepped on their lumps. Of course, he knew who was responsible for all the troubles of taking down every one of them, and he never doubts the existence of a superior living person. As he pointed the light at the colleague who was talking rubbish, Yuheiyo caught the sight of Deserell hugging 18061819 like an octopus.
He scorned, "Shameless."
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