《Gate Guardian - Song of the Frozen Soul》PHASE 71 - THIS IS DRAMA, PLEASE READ THE MOOD
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PHASE 71 - THIS IS DRAMA, PLEASE READ THE MOOD
“Did you just say something?” Eliseo’s dad had his eyebrows curled, completely refusing his son’s words to enter his brain.
Eliseo gripped his trembling knees and bowed, gathering all the courage he got from his heart in order to unleash the deadliest confession on the whole planet for the second time.
“Dad… I’m gay.”
I can see the general’s gun on his hand shaking, suppressing the anger he had from that revelation. He closed his eyes and covered his face with his other hand.
“No… You’re not gay.” Eliseo’s father is still in denial.
“Dad.” Eliseo started to walk slowly towards his father. Then, he gently removed the pistol from the father’s hand and placed it back on the table. “I’m gay...and this is the real me...”
“Get out...” The general muttered.
“But Dad!!!” Eliseo groveled. “Please… I wanted you to accept the way I am-”
“AND I WANTED AN ABORTION FROM YOUR MOM EIGHTEEN YEARS AGO!!! I GUESS WE BOTH DON’T GET WHAT WE WANT, HUH!!!?”
The general finally exploded with savage words! Seriously, I’m freaked out! My heart is beating fast, and my toes are shaking. It’s like we’re trapped mice which are about to be eaten by an angry bald cat! I wanted to run away from this scene but I still have to accompany Eliseo!
“Dad.” Eliseo started to utter a sorrowful cry. Droplets of water sprinkled from his eyes.
“I’m not your dad!” The bald general’s eyes are filled with rage.
“Dad…” Eliseo crawled to his father.
“I’m not your dad! Get the f*ck out!” The general slapped the crap out of his gay son’s cheek.
“Daddy…” Eliseo held her reddish cheek that looked like a blush. “You can hit me all you want… just, please… accept me-”
“I... AM... NOT... YOUR... DAD!!!” The general continued to shout! “I DON’T HAVE A C*CKSUCKING SON!!!”
Then the general made a wrathful table flip. But instead of breaking, the round glass table landed perfectly on its feet after a 720-degree roll, making the most awesome table flip I have ever seen in my life. I would applaud and score it a perfect ten if we’re in a comedic scene right now, but no. This is drama. And you guys should read the mood.
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The gun also flew away, and now, we don’t know where it went.
This is getting worse as seconds go by. We need to retreat for now. So I grabbed Eliseo’s arm and dragged him all the way to the exit.
Before leaving the scene, I made a silent and polite bow to the general, but he never saw me. He just covered his eyes with his hand, fully disappointed with what on earth his son has finally become.
<>
It’s now nine in the evening. The night is silent, only if you are able to ignore the girly cries that echo in the atmosphere.
“I don’t get it… I don’t get it… Why won’t he accept me? Uhuhuhuhu…”
Eliseo continued to cry even an hour after we reach Heushac’s house. We’re in the living room, and only Rikkun, Diadem, and I are here to comfort our heartbroken male goddess. Actually, I’m the only one comforting our heartbroken friend. Rikkun and Diadem are relaxing on the adjacent sofa, busy sharing memes on their phones, and not caring a little bit about the dilemma at hand.
“I’m such an idiot! My already told me that he will not accept me, but I still persistently pursued! I’m such a fool that I wanted to die! Uhuhuhu...” Eliseo continued to holler.
“There~ There~ Don’t say that. Your father is just shocked.” I gently rubbed Eliseo’s back as I unleashed those caring words. I can feel his unstable heartbeats and aching lungs. He’s really in distress.
“Why does my father hates me so much for just being gay? Uhuhuhu...” Eliseo mumbled his cries.
“I-I don’t think he really hates you. I’m sure he will still accept you the way you are. Maybe now is not the time. You’re still your father’s son after all.”
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Meanwhile...
“Pffft! Fwahahahaha!!!!” Diadem and Rikkun laughed as they watch a funny video on their phones. These two don’t really give a poop on the seriousness of Eliseo’s trouble.
I’m full of these boys.
I stood up and went in front of them. I inhaled lots of air and unleashed it all with one deafening shout.
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“WHY WON’T YOU TWO HELP OUR FRIEND HERE!!!?”
My scream was so powerful that it made their phones fly away.
“W-What is it!?” Rikkun and Diadem stared at me like an obedient kitten with wide twinkling puppy eyes. They really act well-behaved when they see me angry.
“Rikkun, Diadem… Help me pacify Eliseo. Comfort him. Pamper him. Anything, just to keep him from crying. At this rate, he’ll be drowned in endless stress.” I said as I held my aching forehead. Geez, these guys...
“Fine, fine.” Rikkun scratched his head as he lazily sat beside the crying homosexual. Diadem followed and did the same.
“Hey, stop being so noisy. We’re in the middle of watching an epic fail of the year video.” Rikkun coldly said.
“Right, right.” Diadem nodded in affirmation. “If you want to cry, go in the bathroom or do your tantrums inside the trash bin instead. Just don’t be noisy. You’re disturbing us and the neighbors.”
Seriously, these two boys wreck my nerves. They are talking like this problem is just some trifling matter that concerns nobody. I had enough of them!
BAM!!!
I unleashed two punches to two different noses.
“Why are you guys so insensitive!?” I cried.
The two happy-go-lucky men went down with one punch. I was about to make a follow-up blow to confirm the kill, but Rikkun immediately raised his body and held my raging fist as if he’s begging for his dear life. Diadem also held my arm so that he won’t drift to the afterlife.
“S-Stop!” Rikkun and Diadem begged. “We get it! We get it! We’re sorry!”
“Is it really hard for you two to help!?” I removed their hands from my fist and I crossed my arms. “You two are not helping at all, geez!”
“Just let him be, idiot!” Rikkun answered back. “Everything will be alright for him! I saw it!”
“E-Eh?” I tilted my head. “What do you mean you ‘saw’?”
“It’s in my ,” Rikkun said as he wiped his nose that has been running with blood. “Eliseo’s father will accept his femininity at the end of this day, I’m sure of it.”
“T-That…” I held my throbbing chest. “That’s great!”
Hearing those words made Eliseo’s tantrums halt. He wiped his snot with a napkin, but he’s still sniffing non-stop.
I went in front of Eliseo and held both of his shaking hands. “There’s still a chance that your father will accept your gender!”
“R-Ric-Ric… Are you sure about that?” Eliseo’s eyes twinkled.
“Of course.” Rikkun arrogantly answered. “But I think you have to hurry because according to my , an Eidolon will attack him tonight.”
<>
After hearing those words, Eliseo went out in a rush to rescue his father. We three followed him up until we reached the hotel room again.
But when Eliseo opened the door, his father is no longer here. What’s more is that this place looks deserted, as if some robbery raid has taken place. The glass table is all shattered, the carpets are tattered, and there are blood paints on the wall.
We found a man dressed as a burglar lying unconscious beside the bed in the bedroom, but Eliseo’s father is nowhere to be found.
“This is horrible. Where could he be?” I muttered.
Eliseo examined the unconscious robber who appears to have suffered from heavy beating. Judging from the swollen face and black eyes, it was his father’s doing.
That’s what a bad person gets if he tries to rob a military general.
There are trails of Eidolon possession on the said unconscious robber. There is this black liquid oozing from his closed eyes, indicating that the Eidolon is still active.
“Wait… Is your father a Gate Guardian?” Diadem asked Eliseo.
Eliseo didn’t utter any word.
He just hurriedly opened a Gate.
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