695: Bottle Of Pills

Bottle Of Pills

Unfortunately, there was no way a miracle would suddenly occur in a situation like this. No matter how desperate Zeke was gesturing at his own body, in the assassin's eyes, he was no different than a kitten who suddenly threw a tantrum out of nowhere. Or to be exact, at that time, he was not in a state to care about anything. His silver eyes were impassive as he stared at the black kitten running round and round the table like a headless fly.1

Goodness, never before had Zeke been so frustrated in his life! Seeing the stupid assassin merely watching him with an expressionless face only made him want to smack him right on the face. Too bad, now was not the time to engage in a fight. He really could not hold his bladder any longer!

Zeke glanced at the bathroom with a do-or-die expression. Well, he had already tried jumping off the table once, and he knew that the kitten's body was agile enough to do that. The main problem was… he had no idea whether his bladder would hold on if he made any excessive movement! Just the thought of peeing himself on the way to the bathroom made him want to bash his head on the nearest surface and die!

Alas, did he have any other choice? It was not like he could rely on this stupid, dim-witted assassin!

Gritting his teeth, Zeke went to the edge of the table, held his breath sharply then tried to jump as lightly as he could. Success! Not daring to let his guard down, he immediately dashed to the bathroom and slipped through the little crack on the door as if his little life depended on it.

Zeke heaved a sigh of relief when the toilet automatically flushed the pee for him. His whole body felt so comfortable as if his bones had melted into liquid. And then, when he lifted his head, he saw the stupid assassin staring at him through the crack of the door, his eyes profound and unfathomable.

Zeke: "..." Oops.

He had forgotten that he was supposed to act like a cat. Which kitten that was barely two or three months old knew how to use a toilet? If he had come across something like this in his own body, he would have caught the kitten and thrown it to the institute to be dissected! What kind of demonic cat was this?!

However, Zeke's skin was much thicker than average people. Even if he had been caught red-handed, he could still lift his chin haughtily and bare his fangs at the assassin, provoking. What do you have to say, stupid assassin? Want to fight?

Alas, he was bound to be disappointed. The blonde man did not even give any reaction before he turned away, acting as if he had seen nothing. He left Zeke puzzled, annoyed and bewildered at the same time. His chest felt stifled as if his attack had landed on soft cotton. What was the problem with this man? Reasonably speaking, wouldn't someone confront him when they saw such a bizarre scene? Yet from the start, the stupid assassin did not show any sign of curiosity. It was like he would not even bat an eyelid even if Zeke suddenly opened his mouth and spoke human language!

When Zeke came out of the bathroom, he found the stupid assassin in front of the window, again, but this time he had dragged a chair to sit on it. 

Confused, Zeke followed his line of sight but saw nothing but a vast expanse of whiteness. He really had no idea which planet they were on now. The barren scenery made him feel as if they were stranded in the middle of wilderness. It was a stark contrast to the Capital Planet which was cramped with steel buildings, hologram advertisements and flying drones.

Zeke went up to him and craned his neck to peer at the man's face. He still had that blank look on his face, his silver eyes dull and vacant. Zeke's initial impression on him had not changed. The stupid assassin indeed looked more dead than alive. He racked his brain to come up with a possibility. Was it because he had just exacted his revenge, and that's why he was sitting here feeling all melancholic?

He decided to break the silence first. "Miw?" What are you looking at?

"Miw miw…" Come to think of it, I haven't known your name yet. It's indeed a little awkward to keep calling you 'stupid assassin'.

Zeke was getting annoyed when the man continued to ignore him. He was inherently playful and loved to seek trouble. The more this man neglected him, the more he wanted to get his attention!

As such, Zeke started to come up with more shenanigans. First, he butted his little head against the assassin's leg, meowing ceaselessly. When it did not work, he rolled himself to the assassin's leg and bit on the hem of his trousers. The little kitten's instinct was further magnified when he did something like this. At first, he only wanted to draw the man's attention. Yet soon, he was engrossed in playing by himself. Tussling, jumping, clawing and nibbling on the assassin's feet, he did everything to amuse himself until his energy was drained and he was left panting like a little puppy.

Only then did Zeke abruptly come back to his senses. Goddamnit… what the hell am I doing?! It was fortunate that no one knew his identity as a Crown Prince – oh, wait he was no longer a Crown Prince now – otherwise he would directly bash his head against the wall and die!

Dreadfully, he peered at the stupid assassin's face, fearing that he would receive another speechless look. But then he saw that the man's eyes were closed and his breathing was even. Zeke breathed a sigh of relief. Oh good, so he had unwittingly fallen asleep. However, did he not fear that his body would hurt all over if he slept like this?

Just as Zeke was contemplating whether he should slap the assassin awake, the man suddenly stirred in his sleep. His brows furrowed deeply and his expression became twisted as if he was struggling against an invisible force entrapping him. His complexion, which was already fair to begin with, became ashen. It was obvious that he was currently having a nightmare.

Zeke stared at him like this, and a twinge of discomfort nudged on the corner of his heart. 

Even at a time like this, he did not make any sound. Just like when he was crying, he was also very quiet. He always did everything silently as if he had no idea how to voice his pain…

"Miw?" Zeke called out when he saw the man's eyelids flutter open. The haze in his silver eyes abruptly disappeared only to be replaced by intense gloom as though there was a thick darkness weighing on his soul. Looking at him like this made Zeke feel… very uncomfortable. He had no idea why he was feeling like this either. He just wanted the assassin to stop looking so somber and sad. Zeke placed his tender paw pad on the assassin's foot and nudged him softly, trying to draw his attention. 

"Miw…?" Having a nightmare?

The assassin acted as if he did not notice Zeke's existence. For a while, his jaws ticked tensely like he was struggling to contain his emotions. And then, he reached out his arm to open the bedside drawer nearby. Zeke saw him grabbing a bottle of unknown pills, then with a flick of his finger, he unclasped the bottle and poured out five or six pills into his mouth in a heartbeat. The series of movements were so smooth as if he had done it countless times before. By the time Zeke reacted, he had already gulped the pills down.

Zeke's jaws almost hung to the floor. No matter how ignorant he was, at least he knew that no medicine should be taken in such a huge dose like that!

"Miw!!" His fur exploded in shock. What are you doing, stupid assassin?! Trying to overdose yourself to death?!!

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A/N: update on our GT progress: 404/850

Two more days until the end of the event. Can we reach the goal? *Cough* 

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