Untamed Deaths (short story (kind of???))

15: Up on the roof.

Ten minutes later, all five were on the rooftop and sent out a call for their swords.

However, their swords were not the first to turn up .....

The first was ..........

The door behind them burst open ...............

Hurried footsteps came towards them ......................................

SiZhui spun around just in time to .....................

'Uncle Ning, Auntie Qing.' SiZhui ran over and hugged the pair with a large smile.

'Hello A-Yuan. We saw you all on the roof like you were waiting for something.' Ning looked at his sister with hope growing in his eyes. 'Sister, is it possible they remember now?'

'Um ... Uncle Ning ... do you happen to remember your last life?'

'Yes, I remember my last life and have since childhood. I know what you did for me must have been incredibly difficult but .... Thank you.'

'So ....' Ten year old SiZhui blushed deeply at his next words. 'I love you all.' He then buried his face in Wen Ning's chest.

Suddenly from the sky directly above then came a deep sigh.............

Zhan wrapped his arm around Ying, XiChen wrapped his arm around Cheng and SiZhui stepped further around Wen Ning ............

Their eyes flew to the person ...............

On a sword.

Dressed all in black.

Looking more than just a bit embarrassed.

'Dear gods, if you bunch of fools are all just going to stand around getting all mushy about remembering your past lives; I will come back some other time.'

They all looked to see a cheeky smiling Xue Yang.

Dressed in black.

From his sword?

He quickly landed, put his sword on the ground and held up his hand. 'I'm not like I was in that life and I know it will take more than my word to convince you all but ..... I .... Since childhood, I have wished that I had not been like that.'

SiZhui let his mouth fall open at the sight of Xue Yang standing there, only to realise his whole aura was one of ..... kindness. Nothing like the aura he had in his last life.

This was the time he had waited for since his eleventh year of this life when he remembered his past life. He had almost died when his family had all been assassinated. Yang spoke even as a light blush rose on his cheeks. 'I've been watching you all for years, just waiting for you all to remember ........ so I can try to .......... Make up for .......' He stopped babbling as SiZhui ran over and threw himself into his arms.

'Uncle Yang.'

Yang froze in shock before removing SiZhui and folding his arms. 'Humph. Since when have I ever been anyone's uncle?' He folded his arms and looked to the side even as a deep blush rose. 'G.go ... g.go back to your mother and father already will you.' he could only sigh when a full round of laughter came from all the others who watched his difficult position.

'Oh, I just figured out what he is in this life ....' Ying said with a knowing look to his husband.

Then they all said it as one. 'Cinnamon Roll.'

'Oh shut up the lot of you, who are you that? Seriously, that is not a title a man needs or wants.' He felt his blush begin to burn his cheeks.

'Don't worry Yang; you have company in that title.'

'What?' he gave a dubious look to XiChen who obviously held in his grin. 'Just who else are you daring to call that.'

'Ning ... he really is the original cinnamon roll.' XiChen chuckled when both Yang and Ning looked at each other then turned away with matching blushes while mumbling under their breaths.

However at that moment Yang happened to catch sight of something, with a small smile he point to the sky. 'Watch out you lot.'

They all turned and watched as the sun glinted of numerous things in the sky. The streaks shot straight to their owners and allowed themselves to be claimed one more time.

The spirit swords were back in the hands of their owners and now rested until called upon.

'Okay, I will ask the question no one wants to ask .......' Ying looked at everyone before giving his famous cheeky grin. 'Just when are we going to go for our first flight in this life and will people see up flying, and will radar pick us up ... what about planes?

'Ying, that is not one question but a string of them.' XiChen smiled even as Cheng rolled his eyes.

'I can answer if you like Wei WuXian.'

'Just call me Ying; it's the way these days. I don't have the name WuXian in this lifetime and yes please.'

'Well, if you are on your sword, no one can see you, not even this times technology can pick us up. I've a friend who likes to have the best spy gear to detect movement, heat and all the other things, I mean he is the worlds biggest geek and loves it. I have flown all over his place ... inside and out ... and the next time I see him, he tells me, after careful questioning, that no one had even tried to enter his property.'

'Really?' XiChen said then frowned. 'But we saw you on your sword.'

'Yes ... you all have your golden cores and .... Well, I told my sword I wanted you all to see and hear me.' He chuckled happily and not just because he could now tell others about himself and his sword but ........ of all the people in the world, he was with this one group he had always been jealous of in both lives, however this life he held no animosity for any of them. They had, in both lives, been close. Well other than that short stint where Cheng had hated Ying. 'Actually, I've been waiting for my friend to regain his memories of our last life but I can not talk to him about anything until he does, he is the one who loves gathering information through tech.'

'Who is it?' Cheng frowned looking at the others but found confusion also.

The actors true ages ....... surprise, Wei Ying is older then Lan Zhan.