【Shining】Fallen

After throwing out most of the chores, Gilgamesh felt refreshed. When he arrived at Enkidu's door and was about to open it, he withdrew his hand again, adjusted his expression, and pushed it away as if nothing had happened.

Enkidu is sitting at the table, topless/topless, administering medicine to himself.

His skin was white, covered with cracked scars and blood clots, like broken white porcelain sticking together again.He looks very thin, every muscle is just right, not exaggerated, but full of great strength.The long green hair hangs down the back and chest, faintly covering the skin on the chest, but the spine line on the back is clear. At this time, Gilgamesh felt that he was a little too thin, and the spines protruded so that the texture and shape could be clearly seen It really makes people want to touch and play.

He strode over and took the medicine from Enkidu's hand, dissatisfied.

"Why are you the only one?"

Enki didn't think there was anything wrong with giving himself medicine.And this attitude made Gilgamesh even more angry.

"Shamut is busy, Ida and Karim are patrolling the streets."

Gilgamesh:"……"

He pretended nothing happened, and said "Oh", as if he wasn't the one who caused Shammut to work overtime, and he had nothing to do with minors and elderly people going on duty to patrol the streets.

Gilgamesh went to the door first and turned on the water pipe to wash his hands. The water pipe "bang" and made an explosion-like sound. After "buzzing" for a long time, yellow muddy water flowed out. poured out.

He stared at the pipe.Very good, now there is one more thing to do, repairing the water pipes.

He couldn't, he could only go back and squeeze the wound medicine on the handkerchief - anyway, his handkerchief was cleaner than 90.00% of the things in Hazama.

Enkidu's back was facing him, with staggered scars. The three heaviest claw marks on his front body had already been smeared with medicine, but the backhand was inconvenient, so the smearing was not even.

Under the flickering light, he sat still, as beautiful as a sculpture.

Gilgamesh lifted his hair and carefully spread the medicine bit by bit, and he couldn't touch the petals more softly and delicately than now.

Some wounds are old wounds, with scars running across the skin, some wounds are abrasions, the dust and stones inside have been cleaned, and there are other bruised internal wounds scattered all over the body.

Gilgamesh mopped and felt an unknown fire in his heart, wanting to smash the entire narrow room into pieces, the mutant beast dug out the corpse, and the previous managers were devastated.Of course he knew it was unreasonable, the past was over, and anger was meaningless.

In addition to anger, there was an impulse in his heart, but the timing was not ripe—there were many things that he could only do after confirming the relationship—he restrained himself, and his breathing slowly became heavier.

Enkidu noticed the change in his mood, and asked with a slight tilt of his head.

"what happened?"

Gilgamesh remained silent.

He thought about it again, trying to change the subject.

"I heard from Ida that you went to the jurisdiction."

Hearing this, Gilgamesh relaxed slightly.

"Ah, the genes of your inferior species have been improved. The time is short and they haven't reached the point of perfection. In another half a month, new seeds will be cultivated, and you can directly sow that one."

Speaking of this, he started talking about sex—or rather, he seemed to have broken some barrier, and suddenly he started talking about everything with Enkidu.In the past, with his reserved and arrogant, he would not easily share his daily life with others.

He said that through these two days of operation, using violent means to suppress dissatisfaction, and trying his best to ensure food and medicine, most of the space has been peaceful. Some commodities, mercenaries and assassins are not suitable for the new life. Their previous jobs are more professional. Qiang, it is not easy to change careers, he is considering setting up a technical school in the next step—at least teach them how to farm the land, under the current situation where all the staff can’t eat enough to eat, don’t even think about doing jobs with quick money, there is no such good thing.Then free up your hands to do basic construction such as water pipes, underground waterways, and house repairs...

Enkidu listened and felt more and more that Gilgamesh was an amazing person.

He has never thought about these things, as if there are only a few ways to live in life, both painful and humble, and happiness is fleeting and fleeting.But from Gilgamesh's words, he felt a new thing, how people should take it for granted to live a better life...

Of course, Gilgamesh once talked with him, and he guessed from those few words how Bianyue and Tianji lived. Live, but survive in a narrow space.

But now...Gilgamesh seems to want to change the entire narrow.

Enki didn't know whether it was good or bad, he just felt that Gilgamesh, who was frowning and complaining about the poor infrastructure and poor education, was really shining, compared to the first time he appeared in Strelitzia by stepping on the firelight Time is more handsome.

"Thank you," he said suddenly.

Gilgamesh stuttered uncommonly.

"...W-what?"

Enkidu turned to look at him seriously, he still held the handkerchief halfway up in his hand, staring at him defensively.

"Thank you for saving me and others. Thank you for being willing to provide them with food and wound medicine. Thank you for thinking about the narrow plan. Thank you for not giving up on them."

Gilgamesh snorted.

"Ah, it's not a big deal. Anyway, I have nothing to do, so I can do whatever I want."

Enki couldn't help but smile.

"Besides, with the relationship between you and me, doing these things is nothing." He said nonchalantly.

Enkidu was a little puzzled: "What's the relationship?"

Gilgamesh froze for a moment—Enkidu wondered if he had misread—anyway for a moment he remained motionless, and the air was eerily quiet.

Enkidu had no choice but to guess wildly.

He is in the narrow space, what kind of identity can make Gilgamesh feel valuable?Are you willing to do so many extra, complicated, and impatient things for him?

"...I am a weapon, so, do you want to be my master...?"

"No, shut up." He interrupted him curtly.

Enkidu saw that his veins seemed to burst out, so he immediately stopped talking.

After a long time, Gilgamesh struggled to speak through his teeth.

"You are no longer a weapon." He gritted his teeth slightly, "I have never seen any weapon that can laugh."

"But everyone said..."

"Do you believe what others say?" He reprimanded mercilessly, and his voice gradually became louder, as if his natural righteousness had returned, "You actually believe those bastards who can't even match my toenails?" Gossip? Weapons don’t have emotions! — Even if you used to be, you’re not now! If I say no, I’m not!”

This sentence was fundamentally different from what Enkidu had always known, and he remained silent.

Gilgamesh regained his right to speak, with a tough attitude—he didn't know, a kind of gentleness that was impossible to have?

He said.

"Enkidu, you can talk to me here, I have given you the same power as me - you have to figure out your identity, not everyone is qualified for me to give him medicine."

Enkidu was at a loss, what identity could he have?His identification in the narrow space is the strongest weapon and the self-propelled death in human form.

"……I do not understand what you mean."

"Tsk," Gilgamesh smacked his lips irritably, "so a guy who hasn't gone to elementary school is uneducated, do you have to say it clearly?"

"...?"

"Well, I mean."

"what do you mean?"

Gilgamesh raised his chin high, his eyes were contemptuous and domineering, and his attitude was domineering. The tip of his ear was slightly reddish under the cover of his blond hair.

"You guys are already my friend." He tried his best to speak calmly.

"........."

"……………………"

“……………………”

"...What kind of eyes do you have! And don't be silent! What are you talking about!"

Enkidu paused for a long time, thinking that there was something wrong with his ears, or simply something wrong with his brain. He waited for a while, and found that Gilgamesh did not disappear into smoke, and the wound was still painful... In other words, this It's not a dream.

He asked slowly, "You actually... regard me as a friend...?"

"Don't make me repeat the same thing twice." He tried his best to remain calm, as if he was used to the big wind and waves, and the situation in front of him was nothing, "I know you can't believe it, after all, this is me—Gilgame It is impossible for you to search the entire galaxy to find someone who is also recognized by me.”

"But I," he was extremely surprised, "I'm just a weapon..."

"I told you before, you are not a weapon."

"But I have nothing..."

"I have everything."

"I have no strengths other than killing people..."

"I don't care. And you're not without your other strengths."

"I don't understand why you made this decision."

"That's because you are Enkidu."

It was only after Gilgamesh finished speaking that he realized something was wrong, and felt his ears turn redder. He closed his eyes patiently, "You must understand me if I speak very clearly, don't you?"

Enkidu held his breath and nodded slowly.

Gilgamesh held his forehead with his hands, feeling that he would lose all his face today.

He kept himself calm as if it was no big deal, ignoring the rising temperature of his ears, and said word by word through gritted teeth.

"Because you have a very beautiful and unique soul."

Because he is the only one in the world who can understand him.

Gilgamesh swore that if Enkidu continued to question him, he would beat him up. If he didn't accept this fact, then beat him until he accepted it.

It was rare for Enkidu to come online, and he shut his mouth tightly under Gilgamesh's ugly face. He realized that Gilgamesh was indeed serious, and he had never completely faced Enkidu like now—— As if he was the only one in the whole world worthy of attention.

In the end, he could only ask: "Do you think I'm not a weapon?"

Gilgamesh glanced at him, "Otherwise? I'm not the kind of fetish who treats weapons as friends."

"...Really." He lowered his head, unable to express his feelings.But the heart seemed to be soaked in warm water, and the warm water gradually overflowed, filling the entire chest.

It was as if the universe had been stuffed into his brain, every cell revolving around some unrecognizable passion, and he was dazed, as in a dream.

Gilgamesh observed his expression with great interest, and suddenly calmed down, feeling that the initiative had returned to him.

Take a deep breath, he thought, two more breaths and he'll be in control.

"So," Gilgamesh ordered himself not to smile too obviously, it would be too embarrassing, "you understand?"

Enkidu pursed his lips, his eyes were bent, and broken light fell on his eyes, his eyes were like stars.

Now is the time.

Gilgamesh thought with satisfaction, throwing the handkerchief on the table.

He avoided those wounds and hugged him gently.