【Shine】Vital

A white, vast, empty room stretching as far as the eye can see.

There is a small door at the end of the whitewashed floor, which is hiddenly closed, revealing only a faint golden gleam coming through the crack of the door.

where is this place?

Enkidu blinked and looked around in a trance.

White, white, everywhere is white, empty and cold, without popularity.

He doesn't like it here.

Enkidu thought, and subconsciously, he began to picture a world he would like.

It is brighter, with vast grasslands, large fire clouds and gorgeous sunsets. The breeze blows over the wrists, the grass tips get into the trousers, and gently scratches the ankles. The boy with blond hair smiles at him from afar.

That place wasn't his world—although he didn't know whose world it was—but no matter how much he dreamed of it, he couldn't reach it.

Enkidu sighed a little, even he didn't know why he sighed.Then he stepped forward and opened the door without hesitation, the strong and glaring light made him squint his eyes.

It's a laboratory.

There are lamps placed on the white ceiling, sophisticated instruments are placed in an orderly manner, and a notepad with a cowhide cover is spread out. The irregular data recorded on it is full of pages, and the lower left corner is marked with "Death Restart Mechanism" in red pen. .

Sitting in the corner was a crazy old man, with gray hair hanging pitifully by his temples, and he kept muttering something.

Memories are being awakened with the opening of the door.

Enkidu didn't even bother to listen to what the old man was saying, repeating his frenetic phrases verbatim.

He was not touched by this room, no hatred, no pain, only indifference, white and empty indifference, and his heart gradually overlapped with the sound of the instrument ticking.

He didn't take a second look at the room, just walked straight through.

He goes into another room.

In the pure black space, a winding staircase suddenly appeared under his feet, stretching down to the endless abyss.

Enkidu stepped down fearlessly, the ominous and dark air became more and more obvious as he went down, suffocatingly clinging to his exposed skin.

Every time he stepped down, the stairs behind him disappeared step by step, and the darkness engulfed his back path, and began to erode him tentatively, trying to grab his heels.

Enkidu jumped lightly, avoiding the black mist.As if aware of his evasive movements, the darkness began to let go of all worries and rush unscrupulously from all directions, surrounding him.

what.

Enkidu thought dully.

Is the previous room a revolving door before death?

Was there nothing else in his life but emptiness?

what else...?

Enkidu's body paused for a moment, almost being grabbed by the corner of his clothes by the darkness.

Wasn't it all that he was made, opened his eyes as a puppet, and survived?

Does he have other memories?

...even he shouldn't sigh or be bored, that's a human emotion.

Is there anything else he doesn't remember?

I really want to look at other rooms.

A door suddenly appeared on the right, and the long and slender arms grabbed him firmly and pulled him into the room.

—Want to see something else, yes, like...

He stabilized his body, and in the warm room, his soft long black hair fell into his arms, accompanied by a warm fragrance.

—For example, some people who miss.

Shamut stroked his cheek happily and tenderly, and said with a smile.

"It's been a long time, you look very energetic."

The memory seems to gradually become clearer with the passing of temperature.

——She smiled at him, the shining sharp knife pierced her chest, and her body became icy cold.

Enkidu paused, and an uncontrollable smile appeared.

——The moon was dyed red, and Shamut's face was stained with blood, even the corners of her eyes were soaked in blood, her black pupils were dark red, beautiful and hideous, and the sharp knife on her chest made her white robe wet with blood , like a virgin soaked in blood.

He rolled his eyes and hugged her back gently.

"Well, it's been a long time. It's really... great to see you again."

Remember, important person.

Shammut gently stroked the top of his head like an elder sister, then took his hand and led him along a path,

"You can't go there, you can't step into that door," she warned, "There is still someone waiting for you, isn't it? Don't you want to see him?"

"Anyone else?" He asked in confusion.

"That's right." Shamut led him through the noisy streets. Colorful flowers were scattered between the floor tiles and houses. The crowd stayed in twos and threes, with the temperature infected by the sun on their faces. Enkidu was surprised and amused He found that he was actually holding a wooden sword in his hand.

She turned her head and smiled mysteriously at him as if hinting at something, "You said, there is such a person, you feel warm just by hearing his voice."

They stopped in front of a door carved with intricate patterns.

Shammut opened the door for him and gave him a slight push.

"Go."

Enkidu turned his head, and the last thing he saw was Shamut's gentle smile.

Someone supported his body.

A small boy as tall as his chest.

With blond hair and red pupils, soft baby fat hangs down her cheeks, and she smiles like an innocent angel.

The heart beat violently, even the blood was trembling——

Enkidu could clearly hear the sigh of contentment from the soul.

"I'm here to pick you up."

The boy held his hand, looked up and smiled at him.

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Blood, blood, smoke, metal, dust, sweat, smoke again—

Countless pungent smells scrambled to squeeze into the nostrils, Gilgamesh closed his eyes and had to endure all the annoying smells.

With a splitting headache, he was forced to cut off contact with the guide, which caused the body's function hormones to rise to a dangerous level.

It doesn't matter if you don't have a guide.

He doesn't need a guide.

He emphasized and repeated in his heart that he didn't need a guide, even if the guide died, it didn't matter, the worst result was returning to the pre-union, this pain was not unbearable.

However, I don't know whether it is the body or the spirit, screaming in grief, and even gave Gilgamesh the illusion of heartbreak.

Gilgamesh forced himself not to think about the reason why he was aimlessly looking for someone on the long front.

Maybe it's the faint grassy smell that lingers around the tip of the nose, which cannot be ignored on the battlefield of gunpowder smoke and blood.

He scattered all the soldiers, walked alone in the battlefield, crossed the mountains and seas of corpses, and with the breath of grass that could disappear at any time, he abandoned the limit of physical pain and forgot about the little strength left, and finally found his guide.

Under the slightly protruding mounds, there is the moist grass fragrance buried in the soil after the rain.

"...It's obviously a water plant. I don't know where I am and buried myself in the soil. Are you looking for death?"

Panting and complaining, he digs the dirt.

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Enkidu was walking on the broad grassland led by a blond boy.

The fiery red sunset looks still and peaceful at this moment, the breeze and the tip of the grass, every inch of the land is refreshing.

"Are you taking me out?" Enkidu asked.

The boy clenched his fingers.

"That's right. But the journey is far away, let me tell you a story."

Enkidu put on a posture of listening quietly.

"I don't know if you have heard from me when I grew up, probably not. I am overbearing and authoritarian when I grow up. I don't like people asking him questions." The boy lowered his head slightly and walked forward with concentration, "But Forget it, let me tell you."

"When I was born, it may be due to my physical condition, which almost ate away all the vitality of my mother. During that time, my father, who lost his guide and adjustment, was on the verge of collapse. He couldn't accept that he had to go back to the place where he was haunted by mental riots Every day, so he was going to kill me, and he almost succeeded. Mother hugged me tightly to protect me, but still left scars on my back."

Enkidu froze for a moment, recalling Gilgamesh's huge scar extending from his left shoulder blade to his right waist.

He couldn't help touching the top of the boy's head.

"Does it hurt?"

"...It doesn't hurt now," he narrowed his eyes and laughed, "Since then, my father can no longer see blood, otherwise he will vomit, go crazy or even self-mutilate. For a sentinel, this is equivalent to death. Can't After accepting the reality, he closed himself up and never saw anyone except his mother."

"..." Enkidu fell silent.

He didn't know what ordinary humans would do after hearing these words, and no one taught him how to comfort others.

He could only stop and squat down to look at the boy.

"... Is there anything I can do for you? I want to do something for you so that you don't... feel sad."

He tilted his head tentatively, "Are you sad?"

"..." The boy looked at him silently, holding his hands.

"Do you remember, you said you were going to help me." He asked an irrelevant topic.

Enkidu nodded without knowing why.

"But I don't know how to help you... You don't seem to need my help."

"...as long as you are by my side."

"What?" Enki couldn't believe it.

"You stay with me," the boy smiled, "that's enough."

"..." Enkidu opened his eyes wide.

He never thought Gilgamesh would say such things to him.

As if satisfied with Enkidu's expression at this time, the boy laughed loudly, vaguely looking like an adult.

he continued.

"The story isn't over yet, where did I go? Oh yes, father. I knew my father wanted to kill me when I was six, so I didn't have a good relationship with him. Didn't want a guide after that - of course you know, Now I've changed my mind."

He winked at the mischievous Enkidu.

"...But you and Ms. Ningsun seem to have a good relationship?" Enkidu asked.

The boy took it for granted, "Because my mother loves me very much and has always loved me, so I love her too."

"Then..." Enkidu thought.

"what?"

"If I love you too, will you love me?"

Enkidu looked at the boy, his light-colored pupils were shining brightly in the sunlight, as if all the stars had fallen into his eyes, purely offering his heart, straightforward and bright.

"..."

The boy looked at him, slowly, showing a warm and shy smile like the rising sun.

"Let the grown-up me tell you the answer—"

He pushed Enkidu gently into the last door.

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Gilgamesh brushed the dust off Enkidu's face.

The drawn silver knife was thrown aside, and he pressed his palm to Enkidu's chest, once again confirming that the wound there had healed.

then.

Gilgamesh touched Enkidu, and felt something surge up from his fingertips.

Bang tom - boom tom -

From the neck to the fingertips, the pulse rapidly rose to normal value, and even the heartbeat resonated at this moment, the vibration was transmitted from his heartbeat to the skin.

is the beating heart of the living—

The last door was closed tightly, and Enkidu heard someone calling his name, that voice was once rebellious, arrogant, and he had never heard such a low voice.

He opened his eyes—

The body was hugged tightly in the next moment, Enkidu had no time to react, but caught a glimpse of the red eyes of the sentinel.

He was so surprised that he was at a loss, but his body moved first, and he hugged the man tightly.

At this moment, even as a puppet, he couldn't help but feel happy from the bottom of his heart.

"You came to see me."

"Hey, who made your grass-like pheromone so strong that you can't ignore it, and you can't wake up with your eyes closed. Is it comfortable to stay in hell, water grass?"

"You called me by my name, didn't you?" He lowered his head and buried his face in Gilgamesh's shoulder contentedly, "As I said, as long as you call my name, even if it's hell, I will die." Will crawl back, come back to you—"

That's right, even if you are thousands of miles away, at the end of an endless horizon beyond sight.I will chase you too, and keep chasing you.Over the mountains, across the great rivers, whether it's broken feet, peeled off the flesh, sweated, or collapsed from exhaustion, I will never give up, no matter what——

——Until I meet you again.

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