idiot vader

4.

He woke up, blinked in the sunlight, and then had a terrible headache.Fragments of memory flickered discretely, and he groaned.Opening his eyes again, he looked at the sea of ​​clouds beyond the transparent wall, and for a long time he didn't remember where he slept last night.

The soft sound of pages being turned made him realize that this place is not absolutely quiet, and the aroma of coffee is also rich and soothing.He turned his head, Vidalu's upper body was not wearing anything outside the quilt, and his fair skin almost hurt his hangover eyes.That fool's blond hair was disheveled, he leaned on the head of the bed indifferently, while drinking coffee, he was seriously reading a vintage paper book. The thing was frighteningly expensive, and only aristocrats who took pretense as the bliss in life would know Come to this set.

But, oh no, he straightened his mind.He looked down, and Vader's ankle in pajama pants was protruding from under the covers.What the hell put him in bed with a half-clothed Vader?He really thought about it for a while and decided to forget it.There would be no reason for them to appear in the same bed, and Vader the idiot always liked to do whatever he wanted, and he didn't care.

He raised his head and looked at the name on the back of the book - "Hundred Cases That Forensic Doctors Won't Tell You", then who wrote this book?

"Planning to murder me with reference to a case?" He thought for a while, but couldn't help asking.

The pages of the book closed with a "snap", Vader threw the book on the bed, and looked at him sternly, "How can you know yourself, you bastard?"

"We'll make more noise later!" Rama flinched, his eardrums were about to explode, and his voice was dry.He looked longingly at the coffee cup in Vader's hand, and tried to make the most touching pitiful expression, "Can you give me a sip?"

Vader squinted dangerously at him for a moment, then took the cup and handed it over.

Rama got up, drank the rest of the coffee in the cup in one gulp, thinking dully that this was Vader's cup, and drank the rest of the coffee with Vader.

He raised his eyes and looked at Vader carefully.The platinum-haired man with frighteningly bright hair folded his arms across his chest, staring at him sternly, waiting for him to wake up and repent.

"Wait." Rama moved from under the covers to the side of the bed, feeling his bladder about to explode.He jumped out of bed in a hurry, and was lucky enough to find the bathroom door.

"If you have the guts, piss and escape!" He heard Vader yell loudly behind him.

It's not that Rama doesn't have the ability to escape, but he can't because Vader is blocking the door outside.

However, Rama is an easy-going person.After he solved his physical problems, he took care of his personal hygiene slowly.He took a shower in Vader's spacious bathroom, a real luxury shower with water, not a sonic bath.From Vader's inexplicably large pile of bottles, he chose a shower gel with a grass-like fresh smell, habitually laughing secretly at Vader's sissy.Habitual, not serious.

Besides, even if he was serious, Vader didn't really care.When his parents gave birth to him, the godmother gave him a precious gift, that is self-confidence that no one can destroy.Rama lost count of how many times during the three years he had been inexplicably irritated by that smug megalomaniac.But now, they were about to part ways. Although they hadn't even been friends in the past three years, he hoped that Vader would always remain proud in the future, even if it was 330 billion suns and moons.

He tidied himself up and looked at the three-dimensional mirror on the wall. The young man with black hair and dark eyes looked back at him from the mirror.His jaw line is too strong, his eyes are passable but not delicate, there is a deep scar on his brow bone, the bridge of his nose has been reattached, and the war has left a mark on his face and body. left traces.The nerve in one of his legs was completely damaged. The operation to reconnect the nerve was difficult, but it was finally successful, but the future is still uncertain.Maybe 20 years from now, he will eventually become a crippled middle-aged man with black hair mixed with gray, and Vader was still the angel of light at that time.

He won the war, so what?He hates war.All this made him farther away from Vader.But even at his best, Vader didn't favor him.Except for Vader's fists and legs, they were particularly fond of calling him. He never gave way to Vader, but he was also beaten to pieces. No one knew the sissy's strength and dexterity better than him.He was wondering what was wrong with him, he had already begun to miss those moments of physical contact before he left.

He smiled into the mirror and regained the optimistic look he used to convince everyone to fight with him in the most difficult times.Even though he couldn't convince himself, he had to keep going.He will choose a girl who is willing to marry him tonight. This matter can't be delayed any longer. It should be settled as soon as possible.

He walked out of the bathroom, Vader was no longer blocking him at the door, probably worn out by his delay.He raised his head to look for Vader's figure, and looked at Vader's bedroom secretly and curiously. He felt very lucky that Vader would be so kind as to bring him home after drinking the shards.

His line of sight was captured by the figure standing with arms folded by the glass wall. He looked at Vader's profile looking out of the window. Bright Angel was a little gloomy today.He paced over, trying to ignore that Vader was still shirtless.He himself was wearing a full set of pajamas, which he guessed had been improvised by Vader, since he would have humiliatedly rolled up his trousers if he had worn Vader's pants.

"I..." He carefully observed Vader's expression, "I'm sorry for what happened yesterday, I apologize to you, I'm sorry."

Vader turned his head to look at him, a little amused by him, "Do you still remember what you vomited on me in front of Her Majesty? It seems that you are not completely insane. Did you do it on purpose? Really insidious."

"I swear," Rama said earnestly, "I will never intentionally make a fool of you in front of outsiders, schoolmates don't count. For yesterday's accident, I am willing to do anything to compensate you, as long as you ask .”

Vader tilted his head and smiled, this time he really became very kind, "Keep this debt of favor, Rama, when the time comes, I will ask you to get it back."

A wave of intoxicating warmth lingered in Rama's heart, just like the sun piercing through the sea of ​​clouds, sending sunlight into this castle on the clouds.He turned his head to admire the scenery outside the glass wall, because he felt that the sockets of his eyes were getting hot, and if he stared at Vader like this again, he might shed tears.That might pull Vader's hard-earned title onto his head, making the word fool shine on his head.

Vader turned around too, looking out side by side with him.Rama's heart was filled with remorse for a moment. Why didn't he find a chance to stay with him peacefully earlier in these three years? He should abandon his pride and chase him to self-study, or go to those stupid maintenance Dazai's stupid party.In the end, the only chance they had to be together alone was when he vomited on him and was brought back by him.

Speaking of this... "Why did you take me away yesterday?" He asked Vader curiously.

Vader frowned gloomily, "Because the two of us smelled the same last night, they thought it was most reasonable for me to take care of you!"

"Those ungrateful..." Rama murmured, but his heart was full of gratitude.

"Anyway, all your brothers are too drunk to take care of themselves like you." Vader snorted, raised his head high again, and said in a tone condescending to him, "Come and have lunch with me, little hero. Then I kindly dressed you up and sent you to the occasion where you will be unveiled tonight. You can no longer embarrass the empire, you dressed like shit last night, at least you shouldn’t embarrass your mentor either. A gossip said that he arranged a harem roster for you, and most of the ladies on the roster will be there tonight, so I guess the queen will be born tonight?"

Rama was a little ashamed, he made a face, "Why do you have so many gossips?"

"I am determined to be an intelligence officer!" Vader said solemnly.

Rama laughed, "In other words, the little prince of gossip." He didn't know how affectionate his tone was when he said it, so Vader just looked at him and smiled, and didn't let him try uppercuts or flying kicks.

"Let's go, it's time for you to eat." He said arrogantly, as if it was time to feed the pet, but he held Rama's wrist gently, and picked up the dressing gown on it when passing by the soft couch .

Vader's restaurant was in an indoor garden, and the food on the table was cooked by real chefs. Rama could tell the difference after just one bite, and replica machines would never be able to produce such fresh flavors.

He watched Vader sipping the soup slowly and gracefully. It's not that they never had a meal together, but eating those high-protein nutritional balls when the same group performed tasks at the experimental base was not a serious meal.Although Vader can still make it look like performance art even when he is eating nutrition balls.

It's just that there was too much silence between them today, and Rama didn't like this kind of silence. "Will you go tonight?" He felt like he was inviting Vader after speaking, as if he was holding on to Vader and refused to let go.In order to conceal his intentions, he unconsciously said something stupid, "They probably didn't invite you, did they?"

He meant that Vader was just a captain, and Prime had so many captains.Although Vader is destined to stay on the first planet as a civilian, but the dispatch has not yet been completed, and Vader has no identity.A dinner with an ambassador in attendance is probably not the same as the military-focused celebration the night before.

But he also felt it, and it was a bit rude to say this.Vader looked at him in surprise with his spoon in his hand, "Oh my god, every time I think you've reached the limit of your stupidity, you push the sky further. Are you going to just talk to ambassadors like this, little hero? Oops, When you are promoted to the post of Imperial General, you can start a war with just one mouth. The person who kills you will get the annual peace award! I hope that lucky person is me, and I will put my The top shelf of the medal display case is cleared for this grand prize."

Rama's face froze, and he habitually glared at Vader.Vader glared at him, and as if thinking about it wasn't enough, he rolled his eyes again.The two people were half-heartedly at war, but the atmosphere was unprecedentedly harmonious, because they once again pulled each other back to their most familiar mode of getting along, and both of them had a long-lost comfort.

"But you're right, they haven't invited me yet." Vader straightened his waist pretendingly, and said slowly and in a cadence.

Rama felt impulsive and wanted to invite Vader to go with him as his friend. He didn't want to be separated from Vader so quickly, and he wanted to have a familiar face accompany him on those occasions that made him feel uncomfortable.But Vader didn't give him this chance. He lazily reached out and took the communicator, and pressed it. A three-dimensional projection wearing a family uniform appeared in mid-air beside them, nodding sternly to Vader. .

"I want an invitation card for tonight," Vader said lazily, "yes, that's the one, which one else could it be?"

He turned off the communicator and looked at Rama with a smirk, "Now I have an invitation."

"Damn." Rama closed his mouth that was half-opened at some point, "Who the hell are you?"

"I'm Nemo," Vader smirked, playing with the old meme, "Some people can do that, Rama, you're too far away from high society, and you don't understand the rules here."

Rama shrugged indifferently, although there was a tingle in his heart, but it was not because he really cared about high or low.He stayed here, sitting next to his old nemesis, because he had an unrealistic fantasy, longing for Vader to give him a hint of reluctance.He longed for this descendant of a great aristocrat who took an indifferent attitude towards everything, to give him a little human nostalgia, and he would treasure and keep this memory in his heart.

"But, I can help you familiarize yourself with the situation." Vader continued unexpectedly, and Rama gave him a surprised look. "I know those little girls, or big girls, or young widows," he said meanly. You can check your menstrual period."

"Evil, Vader!" Rama looked at the bread in his hand.

"I'm just making an analogy." Vader chuckled lightly, a slender white left hand climbed on Rama's shoulder, and stayed there comfortably, "I can help you choose the best wife."

"Thanks then," Rama said, feeling Vader's soft touch right next to him.

"First of all, let me help you choose a good set of clothes to ensure that they can see your value." Vader said gently, "Although you are not very tall, I hope those stupid girls will not be fooled by this appearance. Blinded."

Rama swallowed, forcing himself not to indulge in this miraculous tenderness insatiably.It was a miracle that the day started with vomiting in the early morning. They were not even friends, so why did they suddenly sit at the dining table chatting like friends.He forced a laugh, "But I don't want to deceive any of them. When do you think it's better for me to tell them that my legs may be lame? Can it be honest enough without spoiling the scenery?"

"Shut up!" Vader said, suddenly annoyed again, and took his hand away. "You won't be limping!" he said decisively.

"Didn't you read the latest papers from the Department of Neurology at Ascleby Hospital? Their research has made a breakthrough. I will remind you to go to the hospital for a review of your leg injury when you come back to report three years later!" Vidaman After Han finished speaking in disgust, he suddenly became triumphant again, "If they need to reconnect the nerve in your leg, I will volunteer to undertake the work of re-breaking your leg."

Rama listened silently, and finally blurted out, "Fool."

Vader glared at him, but as usual, no one can destroy the good mood of the idiot Vader, and he continued to drink the soup proudly.

Rama secretly looked at him lovingly, his chest was so tender that it was about to overflow, he heard himself say, "Although you are extremely noble, you are not the heir to the empire, are you?"

"Ask this kind of nonsense, what's wrong with your brain?" Vader looked at him with disgust, and suddenly he was about to spit fire with anger, "It's not that you haven't seen the standard portrait of the prince, you didn't look at his when you took the oath Face? Do you think I have such an ugly nose?"

Knowing that his anger was all about the part that slandered his nose, Rama smiled and said, "I just want to say that if you were a prince, I would willingly kneel at your feet and swear my allegiance to you forever."

Vader laughed, they had been digging into each other's angles so much that he couldn't really take Rama's words as flirting, but he always enjoyed compliments, whether they were true or not . "Even if I'm not a prince, you can still kneel down and swear allegiance to my beauty."

"Fool," Rama said softly, and Vader looked into his eyes with a smile, and he smiled too.

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