Cale's brows furrowed in a deep frown. Even if it weren't for the fact that he felt his body burning up and his throat clogging in hotly, the voices in his head just wouldn't keep quiet after his little discovery.
—Aigoo, you unlucky bastard... Super Rock sighed.
—Well, at least it'll keep him down when the others find out. They don't need him for every little thing, you know! Thief cheered.
—Rest up, you XXX. Or don't; I don't really care. Crazy Kid huffed.
—She does. Glutton said smugly.
—Why the heck are you guys so pleased? Being sick means less time to throw money around! Cheapskate whined at them.
—Sometimes, I can't tell whether you are more like me or Cheapskate. Super Rock told Cale with exasperation his voice.
"Can you guys shut up?" Cale replied. "And since when was I ever a sacrificial hero like you OR a crazy bastard like him?! Also, Crybaby?"
—Rest up, dear. I can't seem to help here. Crybaby admitted. I guess I also need a slacker life after healing you so much.
".... The fuck..."
'Since when does Crybaby talk so smugly? Where's the tears? The snot? The sobs?'
—Stop cursing so much, everyone. Super Rock reprimanded them as the oldest person there.
—You ain't seen nothin' yet, you XXX, XXX or did you XXX think I'd XXX forget about XXX?! Crazy Kid cursed.
Feeling overwhelmed by the voices in his head, Cale groaned at all the noise the ancient powers were making in the early hours of the morning. Though he got used to their chatter over the years, this was just too much.
He decided to dutifully ignore the monotonous throbbing in his head, driven by his longing for a simpler, slacker life, as he contemplated his next move.
His life as Kim Rok Soo taught him to be nitpicky about memories he wanted to forget or remember.
—Can't you guys see he's having a headache? Be quiet.
Of course, Crybaby would notice, though. But once all the ancient powers hushed up, he decided that he appreciated Crybaby's silent worry more than the others' overdramatic chatter, even if he was being aa little difficult today.
It felt almost surreal to Cale, as though the ancient powers actually harbored concern for him, a concept that left him utterly bewildered.
Why would anyone, especially ancient powers that had been dormant for millennia, bother to care for a worthless individual like him and his welfare? This question lingered in Cale's mind as he combed his hands through his now almost hip-length hair.
Cale sighed as he raised himself up and tried standing up. That resulted in him stumbling and catching himself on the nightstand. Dizziness almost overwhelmed him, but he shook his head and stood up straight, determined not to be late to his breakfast with the children. They were probably already patiently waiting for his sorry ass to wake up and join them to eat Beacrox's delicious feast; as they had done every day since arriving at the Super Rock Villa.
".... Fuck."
The children were waiting for him, so he can't go there looking like shit. He knew he looked like shit. The determined Henituse then launched (read: tripped) himself over to the bathroom.
Becoming ill was a common experience for both humans and, as he would later discover, even non-human entities. It was an easy fix, and no one would even be able to tell he was under the weather unless they were constantly looking for it. Which they weren't.
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in sickness and in death (totcf)
Fanfiction"Are you satisfied?" "If you're really me, you should know that I don't want to die." Cale replied, raising his eyebrow at the robed man. Ghost Cale turned away from him and sat down by the hilltop's edge, hugging his knees. "Yes, we are 'dead' in a...
