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Amusement | Gilgamesh x Reader Pt 6

I can’t wait to see the look on Gilgamesh’s face…

That’s the thought that dominated my mind as I rode in the arms of the third person I’d met who could vie for the award of 'Sexist Man in Human Existence'.

My saviour’s lean cobalt figure cut through the night sky at an alarming speed. I was pressed tight against his body, feeling every inch of his toned muscle. The wind cut into my eyes, forcing me to keep my face very close to his chest. “What did you say your name was again?” I said.

“You can call me Lancer,” he said. Eyes the colour of rubies looked down at me. A smile lit up his face, one that was instantly recognizable as dangerous for its capacity to encourage anyone to mischief.

“Lancer… right.” My eyes trailed from his face down his body. “Because you’re all named after weapons.”

Lancer, despite having a body and countenance to match his deadly name, didn't seem like a bad person. I mean, not a second after he materialized in front of me and I gave him my bizarre request, did he accept. And now we were flying through the streets of Tokyo, heading to wherever Gilgamesh, my moody king, was waiting for me.

Lancer was still smiling, and I realized, watching me a little too closely. “If you’re nice to me,” he said. “Maybe I’ll tell you my real name.”

The city around us blurred into a forest. I had no clue how we were still able to remain airborne. Lancer must’ve had one of those transcending-time abilities. But eventually we slowed and came to a stop.

He landed in a clearing surrounded by dark bush, waiting a moment before putting me down.

We were surrounded by silence. The darkness of the surrounding forest was thick and heavy with secrecy. It made me feel like my stand-in knight might stand in as my enemy and stab me in the back.

But then I lifted my head and saw a familiar ring of golden hair waiting for me in a parting in the trees.

At first, it looked like Gilgamesh was floating—something that wouldn’t be too out-of-character for my exorbitant king. But as my eyes adjusted, I saw that he stood on a tall, dark staircase that looked almost indigo in the night. The staircase led up to an even wider parting in the sky, and at the top of the staircase was a wide arch, leading to an outlook I couldn’t see. I half expected the shadows to wake up and start chanting hymns. I realized the feeling of secrecy in the air was a result of an aura of ancient history that this pocket of the world exuded.

I suddenly felt less steady on my feet.

“What took you so long?” Gilgamesh snapped.

It was my first time seeing my king in days, and the frequency of his presence affected me more than I’d like to admit. The lack of apology in his voice caused a thrum of annoyance to rattle through my bones. I stepped to the side where Lancer stood and grabbed his hand in mine.

“I learned something interesting,” I said, projecting my voice, even though I’m sure Gilgamesh could hear me just fine. “When you leave me alone, attractive men mysteriously pop out of the shadows.”

“What?” Gilgamesh said, his expression shadowed by the distance.

Lancer chuckled beside me. He let go of my hand and shifted his arm to a more intimate position around my waist. “The lass is saying, you should do a better job of guarding your treasures. Just look how easy it was for me to scoop her up.” Lancer squeezed my waist. His embrace was as warm as his hand when I’d grabbed it earlier, and the soft scent of lavender drifted from his hair. I became suddenly very aware of how attractive my new friend was.

“Is that so?” Gilgamesh said.

What happened next, I wasn’t expecting.

The ground below me transformed into a circle of gold. Something cold and metal wrapped around my ankle. I nearly bit my tongue and grabbed at Lancer’s supporting bicep, but the force below me was too strong. I was tugged down. In the next instant, I was flying through a land as princely and regal as my king. Hundreds of gold artifacts and weapons lined hills that went farther than my eye could see and were denser than my speeding mind could process. An archaic chorus played. Magic tickled at my sides, intoxicating me to lose myself to this incredible place. But then in the next second, it was over. I was pulled back through the earth and chucked into the night sky. Whatever had grabbed me released me, and then I was flying right into Gilgamesh’s arms.

I landed solidly against the king's chest, right under his blazing crimson gaze.

“W-what was that?” I stuttered, my senses reeling from the unexpected trip through fantasy land.

“A special trick of mine.” Gilgamesh pulled me in. His arm around my waist was solid. My heart sped at the proximity and impossible realness of him.

“The next time you think about changing loyalties,” he said, peering deep into my eyes. “Remember, I have more than enough ways to keep you chained by my side.”

The blush that was waiting under the surface of my skin now flamed across my cheeks. The heat extended to my third eye and down to my lips, as Gilgamesh gazed at me possessively. He smirked. “Acting rogue just because you missed me. Seriously?”

Lancer’s laugh lit up the night from down on ground level.

I pushed Gilgamesh off and attempted to find a sliver of the control I’d had before he’d possessively claimed me. “Well, it’s true that you left me to fend for myself,” I muttered.

I looked around, but it was hard to focus on anything but the presence of my insubordinate servant beside me. From this elevation, I could hear the songs of the spiritual world more clearly. Our shared mana swirled in the air around us, and I found it very hard to ignore our growing connection.

I looked back into Gilgamesh’s waiting eyes. “Did you find our castle?” I said.

He nodded. There was an unusual look of thoughtfulness on his normally composed face. I peered in to investigate, but Gilgamesh turned away.

He grabbed my hand instead. “This way,” he said.

Gilgamesh led me through the archway, and we stepped into a grassy expanse of land.

Silence echoed around us. I couldn’t make out much through the darkness, so it wasn’t long before I became distracted by the flow of mana travelling through our joined grip.

“You’re still following?” Gilgamesh said, directing his voice to Lancer who had caught up and was now walking close behind us.

“The lady said you’re taking her to a castle,” said our self-appointed knight. “I’m curious.” After a moment he added, “It sure doesn’t look like anything’s here.”

Gilgamesh rolled his eyes but didn’t say anything else.

As we walked, Lancer’s words took on weight. As I picked apart differences in the terrain, one thing became sure—there wasn’t anything remotely castle-like in the vicinity. Weeds sprouted up around the remains of broken stones. The night breeze roamed free and unburdened through the unsheltered grounds, and the smell of wilderness surrounded us on all sides. There wasn’t anything in the area that could be even considered a building.

As I looked, the odd feeling of standing in a pocket of deeply concealed history got even stronger.

Lancer continued to follow behind us. I still wasn’t sure if the weapon of his presence would turn into an assault against us. But for now, it was almost comforting.

“Gilgamesh,” I said, pulling on the mana link between us. “I thought you said—”

“Be patient,” he hushed me. “Here.”

He tugged me and brought me to the most-standing section of a wall.

We walked around the corner, and I saw that the wall curved on three sides into what could be even called a room.

So far, nothing had been present but that weird buzz in the air, but now when I looked into the dark alcove, a spark of familiarity passed through me.

At the farthest end of the room was a small podium. It looked like the type that could have once housed a thick bible, or a glass-encased rose, and I could see it’s what Gilgamesh brought me here to see. He pulled me forward. A feeling of urgency collected in my chest, and suddenly I really wanted to leave.

Embedded in the podium's stone surface was what looked like ancient script, crafted delicately into four thin lines.

He pulled me close. “Feel anything?”

Up close, the stone didn't remind me of anything in particular. But I felt uncomfortable in the way you do when you get too close to a truth that you’re not supposed to realize yet. “Am i supposed to?” I said, backing up slightly.

Gilgamesh sighed. His expression was thoughtful, and I saw that I wasn’t wrong about what I noticed on his face earlier. As he stared at the thing, his expression looked the most troubled I had seen it, and for the first time I could see the years of history displayed across his perfect face.

“(M/C), on my hunt, I’ve come to realize something.”

“That castles are not so easy to find?” I tried to joke, but it didn’t land well on the warm sincerity currently burning in the air.

Gilgamesh pulled me. His scarlet eyes stared into mine.

My heart pounded loudly in my chest. The little alcove felt more like a room than ever, as I felt the smallness of the space like a closed pocket of time.

I thought suddenly he was going to kiss me.

“It seems like this year’s War wasn’t an accident,” he said. “That is, you stumbling on me wasn’t a coincidence.”

“W-what do you mean?” I said, more scared by the earnestness in his eyes than anything.

His firm grip held me in place.

“I’ve been getting visions…”

There was a crack from outside. Gilgamesh’s eyes snapped up, releasing me from their dynamic hold. I remained in his grip, but turned slightly, trying to get a view of what caused the sound.

Lancer popped in from where he had stopped outside the wall. “Sorry to break your moment,” he said, “but I think someone’s here.”

Gilgamesh sighed. “They found us already.”

“Who? More War people?”

Gilgamesh turned and grabbed me by the shoulders. “(M/C), you’ll have to forgive me. I can’t use my powers right now. The moment we stepped into this land, they’ve been rendered useless.”

“What?” I said. “But earlier—”

He nodded. “Yes. That was before we stepped under the archway.”

I stepped back, and we reentered the clearing as my brain processed this news.

“Why didn’t you say anything?” I said, eventually.

Gilgamesh shrugged, and he looked more like a boy than ever in his plain white t-shirt. “Just because I don’t have my powers, does not mean I’m useless.”

“What’s that old king?” Lancer said, jumping in. “Something got your heart in a bunch?”

Gilgamesh scowled. “It’s no matter to you, peasant.”

“Oh?” Lancer's eyes twinkled with mischief. “Are you sure? Want me to fight for you? I’ll lower my fees. Call it a first-time offer.”

I felt for the keychain in my sleeve. Its magic buzzed silently against my thumb. Since Gilgamesh had come into my life, I’d slowed down on my training, so I didn’t feel as confident as I usually did reaching for my hidden sword. I cursed myself for falling behind. Christ. I hoped I'd be able to fight whatever came.

My eyes were locked on the trees, which were shifting and waving abnormally.

“Yes,” I said, making a decision. “Fight for us, please, Lancer.”

“We don’t need him,” Gilgamesh scoffed.

I glared.

A branch snapped.

Then came the smell.

Sour, rotten, travelling on the wind with an unwarranted hunger. It was the smell of an ugly dream—wrong, sharp, and incredibly out of place.

The thing that emerged from the bush was the size of the buildings that probably used to exist here. It was shaped like an ogre, and had an unidentifiable skin colour and the kind of dead eyesight that didn’t promise intelligent life. It wore a large cloak with a strange, circular marking on the front of its chest.

Looking at the mark brought a wave of sickness to my stomach.

Gilgamesh clicked his tongue behind me. “Mutiny. These damn insurgents.”

I wanted to hit him for being so confident when he supposedly couldn't use his powers.

The attacker moved quick. Something sped through the air toward us. I felt a breeze whizz by my head, and a moment later, Gilgamesh was winded and flying backward.

I didn’t even hear a grunt of protest from the king.

My heart turned cold. “Gilgamesh!” I ran to him.

He was sitting up from the floor. A scorch mark decorated his face.

“Damn boar.” He spit into the earth.

“Are you okay?”

Gilgamesh brushed out his hair. I resisted the urge to copy him.

Another sound whipped behind me. I pressed on the keychain on my wrist and my sword materialized just in time. I turned and this time blocked the blow.

Anger rose in me. I turned back to Gilgamesh. “You just wait here, okay?” I said.

“(M/C)—”

Not able to resist, I turned and patted him on the head. "You just be a good little out-of-commission king, okay?"

I whirled before he could cuss me out.

Lancer was waiting by the stone structure, and as I was about to pass him, he stepped in front of me.

“Easy now, little lady,” he said. He twirled a vibrant red spear in his hands. “No need to get your hands dirty tonight. Let your Lancer handle this one.”

The trees rattled. More giants emerged from the shadows, filling up the once quiet skyline; each creature was wearing a duplicate of that weird golden symbol.

We were surrounded.

"Who are they?" I said. I sent a desperate glance back at Gilgamesh, who was still posing grumpily on the ground.

Lancer shrugged. "The people who are after you. But you'll have to ask your king for the answer to that." He laughed and twirled his spear. "That mana of yours is damn good at attracting things."

"What are you talking about?"

Lancer’s body was poised in a fighting stance. His spear danced from hand to hand. Danger flickered in his eyes, reminiscent of a hunter.

"Why are you helping us?" I said at last.

“Like I said,” Lancer smiled, “A Knight’s Welcome service. Let me prove the princess of my skills.”

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Stay tuned for part 7!