Amusement | Gilgamesh x Reader Pt 5
For part one, two, three, & 4 please see: Amusement | Gilgamesh x Reader Amusement | Gilgamesh x Reader Pt 2 , Amusement | Gilgamesh x Reader Pt 3 , Amusement | Gilgamesh x Reader Pt 4 🤍
Needless to say, I was out of a job after that little fiasco. But that didn’t concern my king, who was busy making plans for world domination.
“First we need to do something about this base,” he said as he strolled around the littered floor of my apartment. (and if anyone had any claim to the word stroll, it was the reincarnated Babylonian king)
“You mean my apartment?” I said from my comfortable sprawled-out position on the floor. I was currently lying amongst a pile of fantasy books, deciding which one I would start next with all this newly acquired time off. “What’s wrong with it?”
My apartment was the one thing in the world I didn’t have to worry about. It was gifted to me by a deceased ancestor, and was the only reason I could get away with taking time off work, while also escaping into fantasy worlds and working part-time on magic and somehow still existing in this society.
“It’s not suitable for a queen,” Gilgamesh concluded with his hands crossed over his chest. A chest, I might add, that was looking quite delicious under a tight-fitted tee.
I drew my eyes away from his chest and focused on the ceiling. “Well, I have always wanted to live in a castle…”
“A castle. Perfect.”
I sat up to meet his eyes but they were already miles away, decoding some elegant plan I was unaware existed in my plain wallpaper.
“Wait, I was kidding.” I said, even though I knew it was too late. “I don’t think there are any castles around here. And if there are, they’re probably owned by like some really rich family.”
It was no use.
Gilgamesh turned to me, his ruby gaze incinerating me with its blaze. “Do you believe anything to be outside my capabilities? Or do I need to remind you?” The air around him glowed.
"No, please keep the weapons away. I quite remember." I felt my will compressing all the same.
“Leave it to me then," he said. "In the meantime, I’m expecting you'll be up to something, productive...” He looked down at my pile of books.
“Yeah, yeah,” I said, waving him off.
So, Gilgamesh went to find me a castle. I figured by the time he did, the war would be over, and I wouldn't have to worry about entertaining his fantasies anyway.
Despite my best efforts to remain as unproductive as possible, a curiosity began to grow like an itch in my blood. So I found myself doing some research of my own.
Nothing reliable turned up on the holy grail war in any web searches, which I realized probably should’ve been my first step. The lack of info only intensified my curiosity. I thought about going back to ask that man at the church, but needless to say it was a short thought that was vetoed the second I thought it.
Days of radio silence passed between me and the king.
The change from his usual interruptive style was uncomfortable. Up until now Gilgamesh had seemed pretty serious about all his wild claims. But could it be that he lost interest?
I was resisting the urge to contact him, knowing the smug response he would give me, and trying my best not to let my zero-productivity status bother me, when it happened…
I was sitting at a coffee shop, spending the last of my paycheque on the very substance that got me fired in the first place, when I heard it—
A boy and girl sitting at a table behind me were talking very loudly about the very war I had found myself curious about.
At first, I thought they must’ve been talking about some fictional Holy Grail War with the way they were talking so boldly about it in public. But as I listened in, there was no doubt they were talking about the very real war I had gotten myself caught up in. What’s more, they were mentioning specific candidates and everything.
I listened while they discussed their plans in a rather overly serious way. Again, the validity of this thing came into question.
If they’re taking on kids, winning this thing should be pretty easy. I thought to myself. Actually, the hardest part will be making sure Gilgamesh doesn’t kill them.
I gulped. It dawned on me, I had the perfect opportunity to get these two to quit.
“You should drop out,” I said, turning around in my seat.
They both looked at me as if I was a chair that'd started speaking.
I cleared my throat, feeling the usual waves of social anxiety approaching.
“This game you’re playing,” I continued, “Sounds dangerous.”
I made sure to hide the mark on my hand. Sure, I wasn’t serious about this war thing, but I also didn’t want to lay my cards out so easily.
Mmhmm, go with the ignorant-but-concerned-senior approach I did.
The two of them stared at me for a few more moments, in disbelief that an extra had started talking in the middle of their scene.
Then the girl with the red-turtle neck gave me a weak smile. "Thanks, but we’ll be okay,” she said.
Her hair was done up in two perfect pigtails, and at that moment, I had the urge to pull them both.
I took a deep breath.
I could sense the girl’s magical energy now that my own was buzzing, she seemed strong, but nothing to be concerned about at the moment.
But for some reason it took everything in me not to start a fight with these two tweens. “Fine, but don’t blame me if you get killed,” I said.
I picked up my stuff and stormed out of the coffee shop.
As I walked on in silence, I began to relax a bit, as well as shun myself for getting worked up over something so silly. I didn’t want to admit it, but a part of my anger had to do with Gilgamesh’s abandonment.
I hugged my arms around my chest. The streets seemed oddly deserted these days, especially without the king by my side. It had only been a few days of our pairing, but it turns out in that short time I’d already gotten used to his company.
He convinced me to believe things that I always wanted to believe, but never felt were possible. And despite myself I'd started to take heart to his words.
I took out my phone and decided it was time to give the king a call. At least I had a reason to now. I learned some new things about the war I could share with him.
I used the traditional method because I was worried about what would happen if I connected to him via spirit world. I was certain if he were to come back at full force after a period of separation, my body would realize how much it was attracted to him.
I could still feel him, of course, his presence was like a giant smirk in the back of my consciousness, but like most things existing in spirit, it was more honest and gentle than the in-person thing.
Admittedly at this point, my ego was on top of a mountain peak chilling with Buddha as I scrolled through my contacts and reached the name Gilgamesh.
Having the king of Babylon saved in my phone under a casual name was well…
He didn’t answer.
Of course not.
I hung up, fuming. At the same instant, I got the feeling of someone watching me.
I looked around. The streets were empty. I looked down at the mark on my hand, burning red with the three command seals, wishing I could contact Gilgamesh. Was there a tracker included in this mark or something?
It didn’t take long for my stalker to make themselves known.
Materializing in the middle of the street was a well-built man. He was dressed in a nicely-fitted red suit that was clearly not of this era, and had tanned skin that paired deliciously with snow-white hair. His white eyebrows were drawn in a serious frown, and he was…
Hot.
“You’re the one who should be dropping out,” he said.
The arrogant tone in his voice made me immediately retract my previous statement and chant a hymn in my head about how looks meant nothing when compared to personality.
“And who are you?” I said, reaching for the keychain in my sleeve in case I needed to pull out my sword again.
Whoever this guy was, he seemed like bad news.
“Relax, I’m not here to fight," he said. "I’m just here to warn you. My master insists you’re just an NPC and that it’d be impossible for you, no, illegal for you to be a master—"
"—Excuse me!"
"—But I can tell from your energy that you’ve already paired with a servant. A strong one. And not only that, but you’ve seemed to enter this war for fun.”
I sighed and rolled my eyes. "And your point is?"
“It seems I'll have to stress this to you—this war is not a game. You should drop out now. If not, you’ll only die a meaningless death.”
Okay, so this guy was attempting to 'protect me'. Sure, that won him back some of his ikemen points. But still, his bossy attitude rubbed me the wrong way. Sure I had just done my own share of preaching, but that didn't give him the right to tell me how to live my life. I mean, why did he even care?
“You’re right,” I said. “And I’m sorry, but if my servant heard you calling me an NPC right now, he would not be very happy. For the sake of his imagined anger, I’ll have you take that back.” I think because this situation was like something out of an anime, I had begun pulling out of a database of catchphrases in my head. In any case, I began to materialize my sword.
“Oh?" he said. "Do you really want to fight me right now?”
Here's the thing, I really didn’t want to yield to a man who just crossed his buff arms across his chest in an obvious display of masculine dominance. But something about the way the air began to press in on me and the goosebumps rose on my skin suggested that maybe now was not the time to pick a fight with an ancient god of whom I had no clue which almighty era they’d descended from.
“On second thought…” I said. Like a missive from heaven, my phone rang.
My heart flipped when I looked at the number on the screen.
“See, you’ve angered my servant from the other side of his grave,” I said. “That’s him now.”
I was smiling from ear to ear as I picked up the phone.
“Gilga—"
“Learn to pick up your phone sooner," he snapped. "That was three rings too many.”
My jaw clamped. I clenched the phone so hard in my hand that I started to hear an experimental orchestra of screams coming from the screen. “What is it?” I said. Though my mind was pulsating with rage, my heart was like a violin’s chord that had just been plucked by the frequency of his voice. I tried to focus on the annoyance so I wouldn't let my joy of hearing from him slip out through my voice.
“I’ve found our castle,” he said.
“Finally!" I screamed. My rage snapped and collapsed into a puddle. I turned away from the man in the red suit, who was watching me bored intrigue. "I mean, wait. Seriously...?"
“Yes." Gilgamesh's voice was patient. "But I would like your approval first.” The address Gilgamesh gave me sounded like a string of made-up numbers.
“Excuse me," I said. "Hold up. How am I supposed to get there?”
“Don’t you have a carriage?”
“A— you’ve seen my life! You know I don’t have a carriage!”
Laughter. There was laughter on the other end of the line. Gilgamesh was laughing at me.
I was so used to the man saying ridiculous things and believing in them vehemently, that I didn’t know it was possible for him to say something, whilst knowing it was ridiculous.
I scowled, and I hoped he could feel it on the other end of our mana thread.
His laughter eventually faded away. “It concerns me not how you get here. Just get here. And get here soon.”
“Aren’t I the one who’s supposed to be giving you orders? Yeah, no, you come pick me up!”
“Excuse me?”
“I command you!”
“Are you really going to waste a command on that?”
“Yes! Wait— let me think about it first.”
I put down the phone and returned my attention to my red-armoured intruder. “Hey, you. You don’t happen to have any friends that fly, do you?”
“What?”
Guessing not. “Eh… listen, sir, I gtg. We cool here? I’m not dropping out, but I won’t hurt your master either. Make that a promise. Okay? Though I can’t say the same for my servant. Well, anyways, bye!”
“Wait—”
All of a sudden, a fragment of the air beside us bubbled.
From out of the air appeared… appeared...
A blue suit of muscle. At least, that’s what it appeared to be at first.
The way the leotard hugged the fine figure of this man, it looked like he was birthed out of the womb with both a six-pack and the perfect leather material to show it off.
When my eyes finally made my way up his body, they landed on a brilliant grin that was equally knee-bending.
His red eyes twinkled, as he said the words it’d felt like I’d been waiting my whole life to hear.
“Need a ride, you say? I’d be happy to give you one.”
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