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Childe knows this man's name afterward and the name's Zhongli, the one who proclaims himself as the scientist currently researching about how to slow down the age or the eternity. The black-haired male is pretty smart and cool, except for the fact that he doesn't have any common sense or any clue about what's going on with the world right now.
Such as the news about the outside world or the Zombies outbreak, sometimes Childe wonders if this guy had been living in the mountain or something...
And it seems like the ' ferry lady ' that Zhongli said before has lied to the black-haired male due to some unknown reasons and Childe thought that she might be dead or become one of those zombies by now... what a pity...
" What's your name? Sir? "
" Uhm... You can call me as either Tartaglia or Childe... "
Zhongli doesn't seem to be skeptical or going to ask him about the bruises or cuts on his body even for the slightest... His main problem disappeared and the following problems came afterward... and it is.
He needs to pretend that he could eat human food and suppress himself from eating Zhongli alive.
The sweet scent that's emitting from Zhongli every time he was near or doing something, and made Childe drool over it every time as well. As if it is stimulating the appetite of the zombie inside of him.
Whenever he stared at Zhongli, his instinct kept telling him to bite into that pale white neck and eat the black-haired male's meat deliciously, appreciate the bliss in his body after he tastes them... Ah... He realized from the start that he's a little bit sadist.
He was able to endure it but sometimes he lets it out by biting onto his flesh and tasting his blood instead... But now... It's so torturing to tolerate the needs in his body or maybe including the desires in his mind.
He wants to devour Zhongli, he wants to see the black-haired male's distorting face in pain...
The corpse's heart is beating crazily as if he was still alive, not the zombie... He can only ask himself if it is love.. or it is the desire to claim and possess Zhongli...
Part of his mind wants to see this person break down and shatter into the little pieces.. just like the glass... but another part of his mind wants to adore and take care of Zhongli as if the black-haired is a part of his family...
The contradictions built within him were tearing him apart. It's like light and darkness... Which cannot be together.
" Childe? "
Zhongli's lively voice caused him to break out of his train of thoughts. In his hand, he was still holding a pair of chopsticks that has a dragon and phoenix pattern on it.
" Yes? "
" The food is going to become cold now. "
Childe nodded as the answer and picked a piece of stir-fried meat that placed on the plate with his chopsticks, eating it. This might be the only type of food that he could eat with this body. He's unable to taste anything with this body and he wishes that in the future, he might be able to taste something again.
" Delicious? "
Zhongli asked in an emotionless tone. In the beginning, Tartaglia isn't comfortable about it and is not used to the fact that the black-haired male rarely showed any emotions even while drinking some hot tea or reading a book. But now, it has become normal to him.
" It is "
What a big lie from this creature, which isn't the living one or the identical one anymore.
When Zhongli found the wounds on Childe's body, he nearly dragged the ginger-haired male by force, in order to treat those wounds for the reason that he had said with a saddened look on his beautiful face.
' He doesn't want to see anyone die again. Not in front of his very own eyes. '
A young man with bright orange-colored hair could only wonder about what had happened in Zhongli's past... But he didn't dare to ask it out, only keeping his lips shut and look away from the black-haired male.
Because of the fear about the fact that Zhongli might be disgusted with him over the fact that he isn't human anymore...
Today is the fifth day after he met Zhongli and started living together, just because the black-haired male doesn't want to be alone anymore and Childe doesn't mind it at all. It is a good thing instead! Because he wanted to talk to someone after wandering in this lifeless world with a hoard of walking-corpses in the city.
But still... Childe doesn't know what his feelings for Zhongli are... and that desire to destroy Zhongli almost got out of his control. ..
After watching what Zhongli does during the daytime, Childe came to the conclusion that.
The black-haired male doesn't do anything except for sleeping.
yes.
He did nothing except for lying down on the couch and reading books which are about the culture around the world. Childe's very curious about the reason why this guy doesn't fall asleep when reading that kind of book? Personally, Childe would fall asleep on it when he reading nonfiction or documentary books... It's like a great sleeping pill for him.
But now... He's very tempted about teasing Zhongli...
" Zhongli-sensei? "
" Yes? "
Zhongli stopped reading his book before paying attention to the young ginger-haired male zombie, who has a wicked thought floating in his mind right now.
" Is your neck sensitive? "
When he heard Childe's question, he looked at Tartaglia with a skeptical gaze while touching and caressing his pale white neck.
" I don't know.. I haven't tried anything on it yet.. "
Childe heard Zhongli's words and slowly walked to where Zhongli was with a sly smile on his face. He crouched and touched the black-haired scientist's neck gently. The black-haired male's body is trembling slightly from the gentle touches and he felt tickle around the area that Childe's caressing.
Zhongli doesn't know how to explain this feeling but he could tell that it is good...
" Mmm... "
The black-haired male purred against the ginger-haired male's touches and he could feel himself relaxing and melting down to the point that he could compare himself to the slime... As for Childe's side, who's messaging and caressing Zhongli's neck while watching the black-haired male's reaction. It reminds him of the cat that he had when he's still young...
Cute...
He thought to himself. Patting Zhongli's head gently and carefully, as if the black-haired male would break if he did something rough. The two-sided desires began to create a contradiction in his guts once again.
In the end, Zhongli fell asleep peacefully, while the zombie still suffering from the discord in his mind.
Does he love Zhongli? or Does he want to claim Zhongli as his possession?