Flip the Coin [BL] Chapter 368. Castle from the Present, Bucket from the Past

I signed and signed and signed until I didn’t recognize the letters I wrote down anymore.

"Everything is so detailed, but they didn’t ntion that we had to hand over every rat corpse to them directly?"

Ethan chuckled.

"Everything inside this deal is formulated to its peak, but yes, the ending has been done lazily."

"Shows that they never thought Kenny could do it," Henry scoffed, angry again.

"Exactly," Ethan nodded, taking out another paper to put in front of .

"The last one."

"Nice." Putting down my signature, I put down the pen and leaned back while Henry nudged with his shoulder in return.

Poor puppy, he didn’t like that he couldn’t openly touch , as there wasn’t even a proper desk to serve as a shield.

"There is still ti before dinner." Ethan stood up and took a look at his wristwatch.

"Could you quickly take care of what I had been asking you the last ti?"

Ah. True, though I promised Henry not to teleport, so I will have to ask him first.

"Tell imdiately when you are back," my grandmother commanded and pointed at the door as if she had enough of our presence already.

"Yes, yes." Henry and I stood up, and I grabbed his wrist when he looked at in question.

I dragged him to the door, hearing Ethan calling after us to not take the phone with us when we left before I walked with Henry outside.

"What did he ask you?" Henry speedily clung to again, even latching his mouth onto my neck the next second.

"We’ll talk in our room." I went down the staircase and still didn’t see anyone around.

"Where is everyone, by the way?"

Henry shrugged and urged forward, even opening the fingerprint lock on our door without letting go of .

When we were inside, he let go and stood in front of , asking again what Ethan talked about.

"He asked to go to the desert with you to get rid of the corpses..."

"The desert..." Henry looked at and tilted his head.

"My gifts?"

"Yes. He is paranoid that there are so leftovers and wants you to use your power to dissolve them."

"Alright." He agreed easier than I thought.

"But we have to teleport there," I reminded him.

"It’s alright. You warned before doing it, and it is a necessity. Do you feel unstable or sothing?"

"As if my mory could fail ? No, the table is perfectly stable. There is no way I’d teleport to another world by accident."

Henry nodded and hugged tightly.

"Promise you will be there when I co."

"Yes, yes, I promise." I patted his back, and Henry squeezed a few tis as if he couldn’t bear to let go.

Damn, he is really fucking traumatized.

"I was there two tis already; I know how to teleport there easily." That spot in the desert was carved into my mory.

"Okay. You go first, and I co after you." He said, but sounded so heartbroken and whiny that it made the whole thing excruciatingly difficult.

I cupped his face.

"It’s just teleporting, a piece of cake." I let go and teleported a step away, still in his view.

"See? Easy." Stepping to him again, he leaned down and kissed , and the whole scene seed as if we were bidding farewell forever.

I pushed him back.

"We’ll see each other in two seconds."

"Okay."

The longer this went on, the cringier it got, and additionally, the more it was procrastinated.

"I’ll go at three. One, two..." I pecked him on the lips as he was still leaning down to .

"Three." I teleported to the desert, to the spot I rembered.

I felt the soles of my shoes sink into the sand, and instead of early evening, it was night.

The air slled different; the temperature was warr with a slight breeze, but it was not at all as quiet as it should be.

I saw artificial light not far away; additionally, I heard noises, noises that shouldn’t exist in a damn DESERTED desert.

Noises that sounded like they were coming from a construction site.

Only a few hundred ters away from , there were machines, there was steel, and there were a bunch of people working on sothing that seed like a very big one-story building.

The people working there were all clothed in uniforms, and although I didn’t recognize what exactly these uniforms ant, it wasn’t hard to guess that they were police or military—either way, soone you wouldn’t want to have near the burial ground of your damn victims.

A shadow appeared behind , and this ti I was pulled into a bone-breaking hug.

Henry also looked up, instantly noticing the intruders at the murder site.

"I guess they weren’t here the last ti?"

"Nope. How lucky that we ca here during the night. Ethan’s intuition is fucking scary." With the spotlights turned to the construction site and the darkness of the night, as well as the distance, it was impossible for them to see us.

Henry squeezed again.

"Even if they found their remains, I guess in the current situation, they would get rid of the corpses by themselves."

"True." Whatever was going on here did seem to happen secretly, and with the halted communications between the countries and the bunch of other global problems, nobody would care about a few foreign corpses.

"Anyway." I pointed at the spot a few ters away, conjured up a shovel, and looked at the grave.

It was night, like the first ti I had been here, and the screeching machines from the construction site sounded like high-pitched screams, and this combination made tremble for a mont.

In my mind there was light crunching, like stepping on fresh snow or crystals, and I got overall a bit queasy.

It was such... such a stark contrast between the old that I tried to get back by signing a bunch of useless docunts and the new that ca here to destroy the evidence of the bodies I buried.

"I will do the rest; go ho," Henry said while taking the shovel from my hands without letting go of .

"No, I won’t leave you here."

"Then sit down and build a sandcastle. Can you do that?" Henry asked, his deep voice absolutely reassuring and a bit challenging.

"How obvious." The attempt to distract was so deliberate that I chuckled, but I still followed his hands that steered to the ground and turned my body away from the hole.

"Mhm, I want a three-story castle with two rows of windows; can you do that?" He struck the shovel into the sand and kneeled down behind , taking my hands and leading them in the sand in front of .

"Build a castle for the necklace brothers to store their loot." He whispered in my ear.

"Hurry up." I whispered back.

The sand felt so real and had a light color; it was not at all like the blood-drenched muddy surface that I rembered from my second visit here, which I still recalled more than the first one.

Henry stroked over my head and made my hair all sandy before I heard him walk to the spot I pointed out and start to dig.

anwhile, I dug as well, just much slower and not nearly as deep.

A few tis I thought the next mont I would touch the cold, wet surface of a buried body, but behind the sand was more sand, and just a few centiters deeper, I found a bit sturdier sand for our castle.

Even if darker, the sand was still not looking like back then, so I had no qualms about touching it, and I made a little sandpile.

Then I rembered the masses of toys we had when I was a child; under them was a sand bucket that I rember touching, even though we never went to a sandy beach.

It had scoffed at these ’baby toys’ even as a kid, but now I liked the thought of using the bucket, although it still wasn’t on a beach but inside Henry’s and my crazy little world, at the burial ground of painstakingly hidden gifts.

I conjured up the bucket and filled it with the sandpile, not really hearing the screaming construction site anymore, nor the sound of the shovel digging behind .

"Why did they buy that?" I asked Steven, holding onto the pink net that held the yellow shovel, bucket, and forms like stars and stuff in it.

Every ti my parents went out for a day or two, they stored what they bought in the garage, and Steven and I would sneak inside to see what they got after they ca ho.

The garage was already stuffed, and most of the ti they forgot that they had even bought sothing. My mother would buy whatever she saw and keep the presents for Christmas and birthdays and stuff, while my father would let her do what she wanted.

So it wasn’t that we wanted to sneak into the garage; we had to, because if so of the stuff was cool, then it shouldn’t rot in the garage for eternity.

It had already gone so far that the ceiling was comparatively low because they were storing other things above, tying them up.

"Maybe for Lauren?" Steve answered before rummaging for another bag that seed to be new, stuffed into a corner.

I grabbed the net, touching the insides by the way, and threw the baby toys on top of one of the shelves at the wall behind the car so that we wouldn’t get this one gifted by accident in the future.

Luckily, I managed to throw accurately, because if that stuff fell on the car and the alarm went off, we would have been dead.

"OHHH!!" Steven exclaid, and I lunged over to him to hold his mouth shut.

He raised the package of a remotely controlled car in his hands while looking at with wide eyes.

I got a glimpse of it as well.

"What a beauty," I repeated the sentence I heard on TV not long ago, feeling it could never be more fitting.

We celebrated quietly and snuck back to my room to play with the car that luckily had batteries included but regrettably was damn loud if turned on.

It’s strange how my brain works; maybe it is part of my ability, as I need mories to conjure up things, but now when I think of one of these mories I thought I had long erased with alcohol, I feel like they had just happened yesterday, as I can even rember the sll of the garage, which was much, much better than the sll of decaying bodies.

"You found them?" I humd while making little windows with my finger into the sandcastle, which stood there proudly after I had turned the bucket upside down and put it to the side.

"Yes! You arranged them magnificently!" Henry praised with absolute delight while the waft of decay lessened.

Apparently, he used his power, and it seed that I had buried them too deep if there was still sothing left of them.

I chuckled, feeling his delight very similar to ours back then when we discovered the car.

"You know, Steven was my little follower, and every ti our parents ca back from a trip..." I started to tell him the story while Henry listened attentively and soon ca back to my side after the sll had disappeared and he had filled up the hole again.

He kneeled again behind and watched forming a sandcastle door with my finger as well as so obscure decorations on the top of it.

When I finished narrating the mory together with the side of the castle in our view, I felt a bit choked up.

Henry stroked the sandcastle so tenderly that not a grain of sand moved.

"We now have a castle, so we need a car as well. Conjure it up when we go ho, and we’ll play with it."

"Pfft. Childish," I chuckled and put the bucket back into the past.