JINGREN IS LIFE (sorry but not sorry)

where you go I go

What you see I see...
Okay, this is not a jjk reference. This chapter had many other titles like"my favourite stranger" from depeche (you'll know why after reading) and I came to this because idk I was inspired.

There was a low vibration in the fresh air on that day like many others.

«It's for you, Jingyuan» Blade only said, despite knowing the purpose of the text and the sender itself.

His mind had already guessed the affair, mostly.
We are having problems at Fixestroll garden, the message was saying.

«What's up?» Jingyuan curiously asked, then picked up the phone.

He quickly read the text and after a while sighed: being the divine foresight was satisfactory but also tiring and didn't allow to have a normal life.

«I thought we had already dealt with that problem...»

«Can't Fu Xuan do it herself?» Blade only asked.

Jingyuan shook his head: «She is prevented from doing anything unless I am indisposed. In fact she has a very important job...»

Blade sighed too in that moment, seeing that Jingyuan was already preparing himself to go.
Those fucking heliobuses only now started to cause problems?

But the regrets were too much and the dead could still talk...

«Can't I come too?» He didn't want to stay home, alone and with nothing to do. He was where Jingyuan was, always.

«I'm sorry, gege... Fu Xuan says you make me weak and isn't really happy about all your doing...»

Blade was suddenly irritated from that observation
It was obviously the contrary!
And then, what was that "all your doings"? He never laid a finger on a civilian or anybody else.
He wanted to reply, but shutted himself.

«Don't worry, I'll fix everything the quickest I can». Jingyuan smiled at him, a soft smiled graced his face.

Blade just nodded as he looked at him taking his way and leaving. All around him suddenly turned silent.
A moment was there, the one after wasn't there anymore.
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When Jingyuan arrived at Fixestroll garden, he immediately went to the designated location.
At Fixestroll garden, everything was creepy: illusions, mirages, things appearing and disappearing, any kind of event was possible.

The bamboo was always rustling sinister amid the perpetual fog, in a road that didn't have an end.
That place was humid, constantly crossed by torrents, cobbled streets and gatherings of urns.

Suddenly, there was a rustle different from the one of leaves.

He slowly blocked, his ears tensed to any other sounds.

There was another rustle, this time near him and he didn't wait for anything else to point his taff at the suspicious source.

But as soon as he saw the figure behind him, he was stunned: Blade stood there, using only two fingers to stop the big sword.

The same fingers that once meticulously manufactured it.
Blade took the taff's blade in his hands and looked at it with big interest.

«Did you want to get rid of your lover?» Yingxing chuckled, giving the taff back and smiling.

«Oh... Yingxing... I'm sorry... I didn't know it was you...» Jingyuan was charmed by that smile and was at loss of words.

He was taking the sword back to its sheath when Blade was slashed in half and scattered in white smoke.