Flip the Coin [BL] Chapter 369. Up and Down

Henry’s POV

The rollercoaster didn’t disappoint in these last hours as well.

Not when it brought down, down, down, as I heard the atrocious traps the governnt had set for him as part of the deal.

Not when it brought up, up, up, as Kenny ca up with a solution.

Further up, up, up, I heard of Ethan’s idea and that Kenny wanted to show my gifts.

But then down, down, down again because Kenny had to teleport.

Up—I found Kenny instantly after teleporting to the desert.

Down—there were intruders at the place my gifts were hidden.

Up-Kenny pointed at the spot where the corpses were.

Down—I felt Kenny’s heartbeat speeding up and his breath becoming faint.

After distracting him as much as possible, I began to dig, and I was caught between up and down as I was scared that Kenny’s mind would suffer by being here.

At the sa ti, I was on a treasure hunt.

I never thought I would get a look at the bodies.

And although it wasn’t a hobby of mine, I wanted to revel in their deaths, and again, not because these insignificant bugs tried to harm , but rather because of who had killed them.

So I dug down, down, down while staring at Kenny, my mood going up, up, up when I heard his breathing steadying as he concentrated on sothing else.

And when I stood in a deep hole, when my shovel t bone, as I rummaged through the corpses that had literally been ripped apart, I had to suppress my exhilaration so as not to break out into laughter.

Even before he had disappeared on after I was ’shot’, even then he had beco angry enough for my sake to do this.

This wasn’t the work of soone good, of a benevolent god high up.

It was the work of a devil, of a crazy lunatic that had slaughtered with only his dog in mind, down, down, down in the human realm.

He had never felt this close, close enough for to reach.

I had already said it to him, and I was right; there was no way he could ever be a murderer when all he had done was to be the most romantic!

How can he be so perfect, so irresistibly dashing?

"You found them?" Kenny asked, his voice sounding weaker again.

I looked at the jawbone with a bit of flesh in one hand and at a ripped-off arm in the other, only now noticing that I had rummaged through the remains in an attempt to piece together how exactly he had killed these three corpses.

"Yes! You arranged them magnificently!" I exclaid, feeling that it was a pity to dissolve them.

I wish I had Kenny’s power so that I could conjure up all the beautiful things he had given again and again.

But I hadn’t, and I couldn’t ask Kenny because it would harm his mind, and everything that hard him had to disappear forever.

Additionally, not only were these three harming his mind even after their death, but they even dared to keep enough flesh and teeth on them so that they could be identified. It seed that deep down in this hole, the temperature would get cold enough to partly preserve them.

Their guilt only continued to pile, providing enough reason to bring them back to life... and then kill them again, nice and slowly.

Again, what a pity I didn’t have Kenny’s power... as he was also able to conjure up people from the past, so I could take my ti with them over and over again.

I dissolved each of the corpses, together with the sand around them.

Then I started to fill the hole again; the sll had completely disappeared soon thanks to the breeze in the air, and the rollercoaster brought up, up, up again.

Not only because I had been useful to him and completed my task, but also because Kenny started to speak.

This was the first ti Kenny had voluntarily told sothing about his past.

Sothing he would have kept to himself, a mory that didn’t need to be shared because of so other necessity or to explain sothing—not sothing that ca up while we talked about sothing similar, nor was it because I had asked him and he was just answering .

This was the first ti he shared sothing with because he really wanted to share it with , just for this purpose alone.

I listened carefully and smiled, imagining little Kenny, who surely would be the cutest child in the world, sneaking to his mother’s purchases and rummaging through them.

If we had known each other back then... forget his useless brother; I could be the one being his little follower.

Kenny didn’t really talk about his mother, but the way he sounded when he spoke of her now and the way he looked when we visited our first parallel world and he spotted her counterpart told she was either a decent person or he had loved her nevertheless.

Maybe as a decent person, she would have taken in after my parents died, and I could have grown up with him.

He could have been my first friend as he is now, and I could have protected him from everything happening to him later.

Co to think of it, my parents died before his mother had died, so it would have been feasible for them to take in.

When I covered the hole, I hurried to him and took a look at the castle he had built for , which was yet another beautiful gift of his.

"Pfft. Childish," Kenny laughed after hearing that I wanted to play with the car he had described.

But that wasn’t all I wanted; I also wanted to see each of the other toys he had played with, I wanted to eat each of the als he ate, and I would love to see how his house had looked, especially his childhood room. I would have loved to see each of his mories, watching and watching—even if I couldn’t grow up with him—I really would have loved to observe how he beca this magnificent man he had grown to be, and I wanted to never stop the ride on this rollercoaster.

"You can also conjure the sandcastle up, can you?" I wanted us to finish it and make windows on the other sides and maybe build two little sandn that could stand on the top of the castle so they could overlook their loot.

"Haha, yeah." He patted his hands and stood up, his eyes looking at the spot behind that looked as if it had never been touched.

"Good, I want the castle when we are ho." I kissed his cheek a few tis.

"The task is finished; I am a little sad, but now you don’t have to think about them anymore." I kissed his sandy hair, happy that I stroked over it so I had an excuse for us to shower together.

"Their existence is erased, so who can say if they did exist in the first place?" I grinned at him and saw his lips twitch.

He patted my head, and I leaned in and closed my eyes.

"Thanks for doing that."

"Always at your service." I humd while nodding slightly without opening my eyes.

"Let’s go ho." Kenny sneakily moved his leg to destroy the sandcastle behind him while he thought I was still distracted by being praised and petted.

But my senses are pretty sharp, so I noticed even without seeing it.

"You go first, or I will panic if I co back and do not see you," I said, and Kenny nodded, again counting to three while he turned away from the destroyed gift before he disappeared.

When he was gone I turned back and looked at the pile of sand before I turned to the construction site.

How dare they disrupt the barren desert Kenny had chosen as his disposal site?

Spotting the crane that was on the smaller side but had still been an eyesore since the mont I arrived, I wrapped my hand with shadowy energy, sending it over the long distance, and watched as the crane fell onto the freshly built one-story building.

I smiled.

Accidents like these happen; I’d know best.