At this moment, Gin felt as if he could hear the mockery of Fate.
That was quite the setup, Zhenjun.
..
Gin didn't even have the energy to press a hand to his forehead. He looked coldly at this delivery guy and issued a soul-searching question:
Just how many jobs do you have?" Gin's cold voice carried a hint of subtle helplessness. "Bourbon?
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Author's Note: Thanks to Guimu; Arturo; Riri Yeya, Dibei Tiannan; Lieri Songbing, Weihuan Jihe YY; Gongjun Wangshu, Kongshan Jue; Guizhidao Zhege. Love you all~
Chapter 84: This Logic is Great, Bourbon Expresses That He..
—Lately, aside from those "historical legacies," he hasn't been provoking anyone, so there shouldn't be any accidents—of course, if an "accident" were caused by a "historical legacy," he would be more than happy to resolve it.
This was indeed one of his "historical legacy issues," but—
Damn it, I have no desire to deal with it!
—His luck shouldn't be as bad as Heine's; he wouldn't attract an Assassin just by ordering takeout, would he?
Heh, this luck is truly something else; even a delivery guy ordering takeout could happen to run into Amuro Tooru!
He would have rather faced an Assassin [male] (╯‵□′)╯︵┻━┻
Facing the sudden malice from The Universe without warning, Gin took a deep breath, suppressing the urge to curse, struggled to keep his frustration from showing too clearly.
A moment later, the Silver-haired youth had calmed down, able to look upon life with a calm smile—his psychological quality was excellent; otherwise, he wouldn't have worked dutifully without complaining after being sabotaged by a terrible teammate for so many years, nor would he have failed to change jobs.
—High salary isn't the point, it's definitely not.
Obviously, as one of the main characters, Amuro Tooru did not have this kind of pain caused by being trampled by Fate; his psychological resilience was not yet sufficient to keep him calm when facing such teasing from the Goddess of Fate. Even though he had managed to gloss it over on the surface, the slight twitch at the corner of her mouth still exposed her confusion.
Gin suddenly felt much more balanced.
That is just how people are; when you are at a car accident scene and see someone else experiencing an even greater tragedy than your own, even if the severity of your own tragedy hasn't lessened in the slightest, you feel a strange sense of pleasure.
This feeling wouldn't exactly be called gloating—it was more like a sense of.. relief? That someone else was just as unlucky as I was, at least I wasn't as unlucky as him..
It was truly difficult to put into words.
Although this feeling was actually somewhat inappropriate—after all, watching someone flounder in the water and feeling a sudden sense of "Ah, I'm not alone" was quite a bit of self-serving malice—perhaps it was self-serving, since it did improve his mood—but it did not prevent Gin's mood from improving.
Bourbon, having become Gin's mood stabilizer, was completely unaware of this.
Since things had already reached this point, the Silver-haired youth was not being heartless or unreasonable by saying "No, no, you can't come in." After all, he had no desire to clash with his stomach, which was already sending out warning signals—he hadn't even eaten breakfast..
So Gin turned to enter the room with a quite natural attitude, casually tossing out a sentence: "Come in."
He paused, then added another sentence: "Don't dirty the floor."
With such a casual posture and a blunt tone, he left Amuro Tooru staring blankly at the person's departing back.
Five seconds later, the Blonde-haired youth shook his head helplessly, a light chuckle tinged with a hint of frustration escaping his lips.
..
Although the Villa looks magnificent on the outside and the interior decoration can be described as exquisite, as for the furniture and decorations.. it's probably just a joke.
The furniture is quite new, likely arranged with the renovation company to be move-in ready with furniture included; however, there is nothing else besides that. Looking at the living room alone, it is chillingly empty.
The Villa's footprint was quite large, this vast physical space only served to highlight the word 'empty'.
The living room was like this, so the rooms probably weren't any better. After silently evaluating the situation, Amuro Tooru couldn't help but speak up to confirm his suspicion: "Are the rooms in the villa like this as well?"
Although he didn't explicitly state what "like this" referred to, Gin still understood the point Bourbon wanted to ask. He walked out slowly from the Kitchen, holding a can of chilled Beer in his hand. "You could say that."
Amuro Tooru carried two takeout bags, his grey-green eyes scanning the surrounding decorations. Seeing that he seemed somewhat hesitant, Gin simply spoke up to instruct, "Just put them on the coffee table."
Lifting his hand to place the takeout bags on the coffee table, the Blonde-haired youth couldn't help but ask, "Don't you feel like something is missing living like this?"
It lacks a bit of life.
Gin walked around the back of the Sofa and placed a Beer can on the table, the object making a crisp 'ding—' sound upon contact. Hearing Amuro Tooru's question, Gin looked up at him with a bewildered expression. "It's not like I live here often."
What kind of place is this, what does it matter?
Amuro Tooru: …………
Even though Amuro Tooru held two salaries from both Public Security and the Black Organization, while also working part-time jobs from time to time to hide his identity, he could only say: Okay, he didn't understand the world of the ultra-rich.
Thinking about the high salary from the Black Organization, then thinking about the salary offered by Public Security, Amuro Tooru's grey-green eyes swept across the villa, the ever-diligent Amuro Tooru suddenly felt a sudden urge to ask for a raise.
But it was merely an impulse; once he thought about it, he let it go—he didn't intend to act on it just yet.
After setting down the beer can, Gin sat back on the sofa and looked at Amuro Tooru, who was standing not far away lost in thought, said, "Sit."
What's with standing there like that! Anyone who didn't know would think he was abusing her staff.
Amuro Tooru didn't stand on ceremony with him, simply finding a seat and sitting down decisively, while adding a remark: "I really didn't expect to run into you here."
It was both a complaint and an inquiry.
After all, following the Scotland incident, his identity had become very insecure, the Black Organization's probes came one after another—but seeing that he remained completely unharmed, it was clear that the Public Security elite had been handling all these probes steadily.
Today's events were far too coincidental, making Amuro Tooru wonder—could it be that Gin had discovered the identity he had been using to cover himself lately, had ordered takeout specifically to warn him?
Gin stated that he was truly not that free.
He really didn't want to take the blame for this, but it was clearly unrealistic to dispel Bourbon's suspicions in just a few words. Gin simply couldn't be bothered to explain, merely leaving behind a single sentence: "I'm not that free; you have far too many part-time jobs."
So it really was a coincidence—though it was a coincidence he had no desire to accept.
Whether Amuro Tooru believed it or not, Gin didn't care to find out—the answer he would get after checking probably wouldn't satisfy him anyway. He raised his hand to undo the plastic bag of the takeout, revealing the food he had ordered.
"You didn't poison it, did you?" Gin remarked nonchalantly.
It was the same—or rather, it was the exact opposite in meaning; it was not just a rebuttal to Amuro Tooru's previous inquiry, but also a sarcastic remark.
A top killer from the Organization, eating takeout delivered by an undercover Public Security agent from within the Organization.. It sounds dangerous no matter how you hear it..
Amuro Tooru could not read minds, so he was unaware of the fluctuations in Gin's heart, but his intuition still gave him a warning, a subconscious feeling that something was amiss.
After finding nothing, he frowned slightly, noting this vigilance, then replied with a mix of exasperation and amusement, "Of course not, how would I dare?"
Gin curled the corners of his mouth slightly, looking at him nonchalantly, his Green eyes full of lighthearted provocation.
After a pause, Amuro Tooru locked eyes with Gin for a moment before finally unable to help but laugh. "Do you really have to get your revenge?"
"Who started it first?" the Silver-haired youth retorted casually, then he opened the lid of the Udon.
Opening the plastic bento, the steaming Tonkotsu Udon released wisps of white vapor and the aroma of food; the broth was rich, the vegetables were sweet, the udon was soft and tender, the pork was savory. The milky-white, slightly grayish broth was garnished with a few enoki mushrooms and scattered fresh vegetables; every bite was fragrant, it was even more delicious when paired with the noodles.
Delicious noodles and soup are incredibly tempting to someone who has been hungry for half a day—even though Gin is no stranger to the feeling of hunger or finds it bearable, the sensation is still unpleasant.
He picked up some noodles with his chopsticks, after taking a bite, he took a small sip of the broth.
A plump egg lay nestled in the noodles, looking tender and white between the pork slices and the noodles. Gin casually used his chopsticks to slice the egg in half, revealing the yolk inside. Within seconds, the broth soaked into the surface of the yolk, adding a touch of color to that bright yellow.
Beside him, Amuro Tooru watched Gin eating his noodles with longing, feeling as though his own stomach was starting to growl.
I say, GIN.." His greyish-purple eyes betrayed a hint of helplessness. "You called me in here just to have me sit here like this?
He might as well have gone back to working at the Restaurant.
Gin gave him a sidelong glance and set down the bowl of noodles in his hands: "There are drinks in the refrigerator."
And then?
You're not just sitting there idly.
This logic is brilliant; Bourbon gave it a perfect score.
Amuro Tooru's mouth twitched, he asked back, "I can just decide?"
The silver-haired youth did not answer, merely using his eyes to indicate confirmation.
So easygoing—doesn't he worry about him doing something? As he walked toward the Kitchen, Amuro Tooru was still pondering this question.
However, he soon realized that he had overthought it.
The moment he opened the refrigerator, he understood that it wasn't that Gin was being too paranoid, but that there was truly nothing in the refrigerator!
A single can of Fanta sat lonely in the refrigerator, with two carrots lying pitifully beside it—according to the observations of Amuro Tooru, who possessed exquisite culinary skills, these two carrots had been in there for quite some time and looked a bit withered.
It will probably meet its Fate of returning to the trash can soon.
I can really just take whatever I want.. Aside from Fanta, is there anything else I can take?
Left with no other choice, Bourbon took the last can of drink with a mindset of not passing up a freebie if it was available. He closed the refrigerator door, pushing the lifeless carrot into the dark abyss.
On the other side, Gin had already quickly finished most of his soup noodles and was preparing to set his sights on the sushi.
Eat slowly," came Amuro Tooru's slightly depressed voice from behind, likely realizing he had been played. "How is the Tonkotsu Ramen I made?
As soon as those words were spoken, Gin felt himself choked up—if he hadn't already turned to the sushi, he probably would have choked on the noodle soup: "You made it?"
"Yeah." The blonde-haired youth sat back on the sofa, his finger popping the cap off the Fanta. The carbonated drink hissed, with a few bubbles faintly rising and splashing onto Bourbon's index finger.
Gin stared at the Tonkotsu Udon for three seconds before asking the same question he had already asked half an hour ago: "Just how many jobs do you actually have?"
Amuro Tooru indifferently used his Thumb to wipe the water from his Index finger, then looked up at Gin upon hearing the question and gave a light chuckle. "I'm just delivering Takeout, I have no other identity. It's just that the Staff at that shop were too busy today, since I happen to know how to do it, I just helped out."
Gin did not intend to investigate why the staff would accept Amuro Tooru's help; in Bourbon's opinion, it would have been more than enough to persuade an ordinary staff member from a sushi shop.
It was just that—
Gin fell silent for a moment. Although this bowl of Udon was indeed quite delicious, but..
You didn't really poison it, did you?
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Author's Note: Second update, is everyone happy?
There will be another update in a moment.. consider it a bonus chapter to make up for the comments!
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Thanks to Zenji Fuyuhiko; the day and night; and the nutritional solutions from Kongshan Jue Little Angels, love you all, mwah~