Chapter 10 (1/2)

Are you quite done, Gin?

With the approach of Dea, Gin and Feisha braced themselves.

Their silhouettes slowly converged, then split apart.

Letting out a relieved sigh, Feisha turned to see Gin making a similar reaction. “You and Dea…”

“What?” Suspicion instantly overtook whatever relief Gin may have had a moment ago. Feisha smirked.

“He’s your ex?”

“How did you know!?”

Silence.

“…I was joking,” replied Feisha, slack-jawed. Gin immediately hauled him up by the collar and threw them both over the second-floor railings. Having prior experience this time, Feisha merely held on until he felt solid ground beneath his feet, adjusted his collar and made to leave.

“Oi, where do you think you’re going?” Gin nervously stood in the doorway, blocking Feisha.

“Taking a shit,” Feisha sang.

“Ugh, you sickening human. How could you do such a revolting thing?” Gin said in disdain, covering his nose.

“I’m taking a shit, not actually eating shit. What the fuck are you so worked up about?”

Gin narrowed his eyes in disgust. “How could you say such vulgar things all the time?”

“I’ve literally only said it for two minutes. Besides,” Feisha paused, a trace of hostility finding its way into his next words, “I wouldn’t need to go if it wasn’t for you throwing me around. Don’t you know that surprise stimulates bowel movement?”

At Gin’s suspicious glare, Feisha turned around and bent over: “I can prove it with a fart if you don’t believe me.”

“Just go do your thing!” Gin very nearly sent him off with a kick. Feisha ran to his room lightly- too much movement would make it hard for him to hold it in.

Going to the toilet is urgent business, after all. This can be seen by how certain individuals had forcefully changed McClelland’s Three Needs Theory from the need for achievement, need for affiliation and need for power to the need to fart, need to piss and need to shit.

Finally satisfied, Feisha pulled up his pants, washed his hands and happily walked out of the bathroom.

Gin was sitting cross-legged on his bed.

“What are you doing here?” Feisha asked, startled.

“You were much calmer in the middle of the night.”

“When was this?” asked Feisha ‘confusedly’.

His acting was watertight, Gin cursed inwardly. But now was not the time to dwell on the past- there was a more important matter that needed to be addressed.

“Whatever, we need to talk about what’s going to happen in the future.”

“What kind of future do we have together?”

“If you don’t solve the problem then you’ll have no future altogether,” said Gin, darkly exposing his teeth. Feisha lunged away next to his wardrobe, saying between shudders: “I’m so scared! I’m so scared! That’s so scary…”

“…Stop acting and talk properly.”

Feisha let go of the wardrobe and stood up straight. “Ahem. I just thought that maybe it’s a little too disrespectful to your teeth’s automatic retraction function if I never show any reaction to it.”

“Do you want your head to have the same function?”

“How many times can I use it?”

“Once. It gets scrapped after use,” Gin said coldly.

“Then no thanks. We need to recycle.”

Gin chewed at his finger. “Uh, what were we talking about?”

“My head’s automatic retraction function.”

“No, before that…” He seems to have recalled the topic, looking up to give Feisha an icy look.

“…I’m the only human on Noah’s Ark.”

“Mhm.”

“So I’m very important, and am not allowed to die.”

Gin raised an eyebrow. “That will depend on how cooperative you are.”

A pause.

Feisha gave in with a sigh. “Don’t tell me Hughes doesn’t know about you and Dea.”

All the ice in Gin’s expression instantly melted. He stared pitifully at Feisha, almost like a kicked puppy.

Feisha felt chills running down his spine. Rubbing warmth back into his arm, he asked suspiciously, “Are you cheating on Hughes?”

If so, then he’d have to expose this pervert masquerading as a vampire!

Immediately, Gin rose from the bed and lightly flipped some hair off his face. “As a noble member of the blood clan, how could I do something so hurtful to my lover?”

“Then what are you afraid of?”

A light flush appeared on Gin’s face. “Even nobility like myself find themselves telling little white lies occasionally.”

“Like…?”

Gin sighed, resigned. “I told Hughes that I was a virgin.”

“…”

Feisha visibly shook with the effort of holding back laughter, grin widening. Just as he was about to burst, however-

“I’m going to rip out your throat if you dare to laugh at me.”

“Ah-choo!” Feisha let out a big sneeze, then straightened as if nothing had happened. “And Hughes believed you?”

“The thing between me and Dea happened before Hughes came. Furthermore, it only lasted three days,” Gin said, holding up three fingers. “The only one who knows besides us is Isefel.”

A three day romance. The beginnings of a thought lit up in Feisha’s mind like a candle, and was immediately put out. He really didn’t want to think about that.

“So,” Gin continued, pinning Feisha in place with his gaze. “I’m sure you know what I’m about to say.”

“Blackmail, bribery.”

“Got it in one.”

“Do you know what my name is?”

“Feisha Shi?”

“Correct. My father gave me that name. He was quite obsessed with wuxia works, and superheroes were all the craze back then,” Feisha said, getting emotional from thinking about the parents he had left behind. “That’s why I was named Feisha Shi. He had always hoped that I’d grow up to be a courteous, just person…”

Gin’s expression was one of confusion.

“It’s a shame I let them down and didn’t get into police academy.”

“…What does that have to with me and my secret?”

Silence.

“Well- nothing, I guess,” Feisha said with a light chuckle. “I just wanted to tell you.”

“…Anyway, if Hughes ever catches wind of this thing, you’re dead.”

“It might not be me who accidentally lets it out, you know. It could be Dea.”