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After changing, we got out of the field and decided to get something to eat. We went to a Barbeque restaurant I longed for so many years.
"Senior, you must be eating meat everyday, right? Look at those muscles, damn! I don't train, my parents used that excuse all the time so they don't have to feed me meat!" I just wanted to compliment his muscles at first but unconciously complained instead.
"I'll treat you today, so eat a lot. Don't worry about fat. You burned enough calories today," he understandingly put the meat in my bowl.
"Ah, I love you so much, senior!"
I put the meat one by one in my mouth, feeling the tasty oily fat, the tender texture and the delicious seasoning. Ah, screw calories! I didn't want to eat even a single piece of vegetables today!
"Hmm? Why aren't you eating?" Why was he looking at me like that? Was I eating too disgustingly? Fuck, gotta wipe my mouth!
"Feed me too."
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Excuse me??
"I'm tired now, so feed me."
Didn't you just picked the meat for me?
Ah, what to do?? So embarrassing! But I want to do it! I. WANT. TO. PUT. MY. CHOPSTICKS. IN. SENIOR'S. MOUTH!
So I grabbed few slices of tenderloin with the chopsticks, dropped them into the sauce, and turned them at senior. "Aaa…" I didn't know what to say!
Senior opened his mouth while looking at the meat. When it had entered his mouth, he chomped them up while looking at me. My hands trembled. I thought my face must be really red as the barbeque grill right now. I covered my face.
"Senior!! Do you want to kill me??"
I could hear his chuckles. He was just teasing me, wasn't he?
"Senior, you're really too much. You can do whatever you want with your enemies. But, spare me, won't you?" I removed my hands and looked at him. He looked amused.
"Beg me," he said.
Aaah!! I covered my face again. He was dangerous! Super dangerous!
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While eating, our conversation became more and more random.
"Senior, I'm curious, do people like you still have wishes?"
"What do you mean by people like me?"
"You, over powered people like you, who already had everything in your hands. Is there anything else you haven't got yet?"
"I have everything? I still wish for more power."
I choked. "What do you want more power for? To conquer the globe?"
He became quiet. A moment later, he said, "to protect a person I care about."
Looking at his serious face, I fell silent. Why do you think the current you can't protect that person? You're afraid that someday a very strong bad guy will come and bring trouble? You're afraid that you'll grow old and become powerless? In these days, no one would think they can fight equally with you, right?
"Don't worry, senior," I tried to reassure him. "You'll become strong and stronger in the future. I can tell you that. My prophecy always comes true, you know?"
I lied.
Today, I could only see the future up until 6 P.M, my time of death. When I predicted what time a person will die, usually I couldn't see further of their future, because of course, they would leave this world after that. But, for other people who still had a future, I could see them like normal. I should have still the ability to see other people's future after my time of death. But yet, I couldn't see any of the future now.
This was weird. Was it because I was close to my death door that my power decreased bit by bit? But no, it didn't work like that.
Senior didn't say anything, he just smiled at me.
"What is your wish?" he asked. The evening sun came and shone on his side of face, the orange colour made everything looked warmer. People at the other tables were chatting noisily, but I couldn't hear them. Oh, the beef tongue was really to flip.
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"This is my wish," I answered. I stared at his deep, green eyes. "My only wish is to confess my feeling to you."
Thank you for letting me confess.
His wide eyes hadn't gone relax for a few moment. But then, he closed them and took a sip of the tea.
"You said you want to go to a lot of places with me?"
"Ah.. yes, that's another additional wish." Actually I was still shocked that the main wish was fulfilled that easily.
"Okay should we head to the next additional wish?" he took my hand and got up.
"Wait, senior. It's getting dark already. Let's continue tomorrow."
It was 4:30. Only one and half an hour before I got an accident. I don't want you to see me looked miserable and ugly for the last time. I was happy already that you wanted to cooperate with me until now.
He looked at me for awhile, before saying gently, "I'll send you home then." Should be okay, right? Half an hour was all we needed.