I mean, what are you supposed to feel when a body washes up on beach, when it's storming?
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Y/N CALMLY POINTED A FINGER AT THE FOLLOWING PATH FOR THE YOUNG DEAD GIRL.
"Through there, is the ghost city. You may find your mother in there."
The girl sparked up with excitement and Y/n smiled at her innocence as she bowed to him. She went dashing down the path before jumping into the arms of her mother, who was also a ghost.
They were both poisoned by the girls father, Y/n had found the mother shortly after she killed and tortured the bastard, she begged for him to bring her little girl with her. He brought them separately just to get a scare out of the mother, and set her straight that it wasn't okay to murder humans. But yet again it wasn't like he disagreed with her action, the man had it coming after all. Y/n just needed to make sure it wasn't going to be a repetitive thing, because otherwise she would get screwed up with heavens and that little girl isn't ready to deal with that.
The mother-daughter duo both thanked him with bright eyes (matching eyes) before they waltzed into the ghost city, the little girl clinging to her mother's sleeve.
Y/n sighed lightly, an image of Julia walking around a big festival with (guardian #1) and him walking with (guardian #2), watching them dazzle over the slightest things there.
He was holding (guardian #2)'s hand and they were following Julia and (guardian #1), who were both unbelievably dazzled about the bright lights and colors.
What he would do to go back in time and re-live that memory.
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Y/n's eyes went wide under the black veil of his hat when he saw a body of a young man wash up on a beach, his first thought was when he woke up on the beach into this world, what if this guy was stuck here too?!
What if the old man wanted to make him the white no face instead since Y/n refused?
But it was only Y/n's own mind feeling resentful towards himself, this person wasn't from the other world, he was dressed in fine martial clothing, definitely not something among the old man's offerings.
But still, Y/n couldn't help but be in the slightest concerned.
I mean what are you supposed to feel when a body washes up on beach, when it's storming?
Luckily the washed up body couldn't cause a big scene, as no one wants to be on a beach during a thunderstorm, especially when it was raining too.
Y/n made up his mind and lifted the man up onto his back, carrying him to a cave nearby.
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Y/n placed the man carefully onto the stone floor before pressing the back of his hand against the man's forehead.
It was soaked with water, but Y/n could still tell it was a moderate temperature. Making Y/n's tensed your body relax a little.
Y/n flinched when the man slowly opened his eyes, not from the fact that he was awake, but from the sudden realization.
The gray eyes, the fine martial clothing, the long saber hanging from his waist, the high ponytail.
It was Mu Qing, of course, it had to be another martial god.
Complete bullshit, complete fucking bull-
Y/n silently thanked himself for picking this hat with such a conceiving black veil so that Mu Qing couldn't see the pure panic spread across his face. Y/n took his hand away and secretly sucked in a quick breath as Mu Qing let a groan slip. He really wished he has this hat with Pei Ming so that he didn't have to see all the terrified and ridiculous expressions Y/n would make.
Y/n quickly masked himself further with a calm demeanor.
"I found you washed up on a beach, I'm surprised you woke up so quickly." Mu Qing blinked a few times, still in a daze.
"Who are you?" Mu Qing asked but also mumbled as Y/n helped him sit up.
"The Reaper, or Death. Whichever one you prefer."
If Mu Qing had a drink he definitely would have choked.
"Wait...that means your Da Hong." Y/n's face darkened under the veil and his demonic aura seemed to strengthen. Mu Qing couldn't help but blush, wait..what the fuck?! He wasn't about to go around having a pathetic crush on Death now! Nope!
"Don't call me that, Da Hong is dead. I am his reincarnation, I am not him." Mu Qing fell silent at the statement, suddenly hissing a little when Y/n's hand fell upon a specific place on his back.
"Now, what in the world could have gotten a martial god of the upper court into such a state?" Y/n asked mockingly, a hand holding Mu Qing's arm to keep him steady.
Mu Qing pinched his nose, an irritated look spread across his features. Part of him was pinching his nose to hide the unwillingly made blush.
"...a ghost of the Savage rank. I just killed her and then I lost enough blood before I blacked out," Mu Qing's eyes suddenly went wide and he snapped his head over to Y/n, "AM I DEAD?!"
"I wish, then I could have the satisfaction of having the authority to sew your mouth shut." Y/n quickly replied, hoping that this would have him shut up.
"Oh spare me the sympathy Da-" Mu Qing suddenly felt a strong grip on his chin and his face was thrusted towards Y/n's.
Their faces were barley inches apart, one face was blushing madly but also in a cold sweat, the other under a black veil of a bamboo hat.
No way I'm actually attracted this this?! Mu Qing thought but damn that chin grab was hot.
"Did I not make myself clear enough? Do not address me that way, we aren't friends. This is why you are so greatly disliked, you let your mouth run on its own with no supervision."
Mu Qing glared through his red face at the one with the concealed face, gripping at the wrist that was attached to the hand on his chin.
Y/n released his chin and Mu Qing's body slumped back, not being supported anymore.
"You're different than what Ming Guang has said about you..." Y/n was momentarily shocked that Pei Ming had spoken to Mu Qing about him.
"Well he hasn't seen me since my own death, things have changed." Mu Qing fell still at that, was this why Pei Ming was just shutting himself in his palace?
Y/n stood up after handing Mu Qing a round of clean bandages to use on his arm. But, as he began to leave the cave a sudden crash of lightning directly in front of the cave threw him back.
He sighed lightly and then exchanged looks with the equally surprised god.
"Looks like we'll be stuck here until the storm clears."
"Your fucking with me."
"I wish," Y/n teased in this certain snarky and annoyed voice that made Mu Qing grow even redder.
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Night was about to strike and the storm had yet to pass, putting Y/n in an anxious state as Mu Qing prepared a fire at the other end of the cave.
He tapped his foot on the stone and sand mixed floor of the cave as the sun came closer and closer to setting.
He stood up quickly and made up his mind.
"I have some things to do. I'll have to leave, till we meet again I guess, not as in you'll want to meet me again." Y/n rushed towards the entrance of the cave.
"Suit yourself," He heard Mu Qing mumble in a certain tone, he definitely rolled his eyes while saying that. Whatever, that was the least of his worries at the moment.
Y/n disappeared into the storm and quickly searched for a tree to reside under for his swan form. No way he was about to let Mu Qing see him at his most weak point. They both just met, Y/n could doubt Mu Qing would even lift a finger for him.
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I got nervous, almost anxious about him as the hours passed and the storm only got worse.
I gave in and followed his footsteps outside, they only lead to a swan sleeping under a tree, soaked in rainwater much like I was. I was so confused and pissed off that this guy killed a swan at first.
Then I remembered how Pei Ming told me about how Xiu Y/n could turn into a swan at night.
Why was I so worried?! Why did I even give a crap about this guy?!
I don't know, all I know is that I picked up the sleeping swan as carefully as I could, brought it back to the cave. I had even gone as far as to fall asleep with the swan covered by my sleeve so that it will stay somewhat warm during the night. I stared at the thing for hours before I could finally fall asleep.
Damn if Pei Ming saw this he would cut me up into pieces. But it wasn't like he was courting Y/n yet, so I'm safe for now.
Why,
Why,
Why,
Why did I care?
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Y/n opened his eyes, they were heavy and he could feel the sand in his hair already.
Great,
He began to sit up but he quickly halted himself when he noticed the position he was in. He was in cave, already a mistake.
But more importantly he was laid down right in front of Mu Qing, not even arms length away. One of Mu Qing's arms was draped over his body, holding his back; carrying a long piece of the cloth on his robes to cover Y/n like a blanket.
Y/n's ears reddened at Mu Qing's sleeping face but he was quick to take his arm off him and stand up, brushing the sand off his robes.
Then it hit him.
His hat, where the hell was his hat?!
He heard slight shuffling then a groan as he searched wildly around the cave like a raccoon in a trash can.
"Huh..." He went stiff at the voice.
Mu Qing was staring right at his back, and if he turned around Mu Qing would know exactly what he looked like.
The entire reason Y/n picked that hat was so that no one would mistake him for Da Hong and hold a grudge against him for it. Even if Mu Qing knew he was Da Hong, seeing Da Hong's face once again would really anger him; that is if he had something against Da Hong.
"Where is your hat thing?" Y/n could hear Mu Qing stand up and brush the sand off of him.
"I don't know, the storm has cleared and you can leave the cave. No need to look at me." Y/n quickly waved his hand towards the entrance of the cave, where it was a bright sunny day.
"Your not going to be able to find it, and I've already saw."
"..."
"How should I trust you?" Y/n asked, crossing his arms, still facing the wall and refusing to turn around.
"BECAUSE THE HAT IS IN MY HAND."
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