Part VI - Janus Green
Gingetsu was home unusually early today. It was only late afternoon. The sky was gray. It had rained a few hours before, and the streets were full of puddles.
Lan had been asleep when he got home, curled up on the sofa, one of his microscopy books lying open on the coffee table, his glasses atop the glossy pages.
Gingetsu sat next to him, removed Lan's glasses and set them on the table. He picked up the book, and started looking through it, waiting for him to wake up.
When Lan did, he smiled when he saw Gingetsu.
"You're home early."
"There was nothing to do at work."
Gingetsu was reading the page Lan had stopped at.
"I looked at my blood today."
Gingetsu's hands stilled. They tensed, a bit, around the sides of the book.
"What did you see?"
"There's nothing wrong with my blood, Gingetsu."
Gingetsu set the book down on the table.
"Do you want anything?" He asked. Lan sat up.
"Nothing, really. Nothing at all."
Gingetsu said nothing for a moment.
Lan looked into his eyes, through the visor, and he saw they were exactly the same.
When Gingetsu spoke, he said, "You can lie down if you want."
Lan did, his head on Gingetsu's lap. He closed his eyes, and felt Gingetsu put a hand on his shoulder, the palm the one A had carved a new destiny into.
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