"Is it him?"
"That's him right?"
"Of course, I won't make such mistake!"
"A face who did those won't be forgotten!"
"What a shameless man! If I were him, I won't even take a step outside of my place as I won't have any face to show!"
A man dressed in white rugged traditional robe with bamboo stick that hangs in his body is currently walking so slowly, one would think he is in a park admiring a very beautiful landscape.
Amidst the hurtful mockery left and right, the man still walked with grace, his long hair and the flowy white robe danced with the wind, his eyes looking straight ahead like he is a very powerful person. But he is not.
"You piece of shit! How dare you walk like you own this place!", His vision abruptly met the ground as all of the sudden he was pushed-off and with that kind of force he would not have any time to dodge or even move his body. Resulting to him having a bloody bruised left arm.
That shout garnered the attention of quiet a lot of passerby. Without a minute, he was suddenly surrounded by a large group of people murmuring of who knows what negative adjective they are using this time.
He stood up very slowly like that pushed did not even faltered his walk and still oozing with grace. Once his feet are back on the ground, he did not even look up to those people murmuring something he for sure know full of mockery nor he glance at the person who pushed him intentionally.
Instead, he worriedly lifted up his bruised arm, made a long face as he saw that his white clothes are now tainted with red and calmly said to himself, "Oh, this was a freshly washed clothes."
He stood there in the same spot and did not move a bit, it was like he was frozen. That was what it looked like to the people around him, but he was just actually thinking of hundred ways to get some money so he can buy water to wash the clothes.
"Why are you not saying anything?! Did you forget how to use your tongue? Let me cut it for you then!", the man besides him shouted so angrily while pointing his finger at him.
Only then did he noticed the man besides him and the growing crowd that surrounded them. Thinking that the man really have the ability to cut his tongue, he immediately asked, "What should I say?"
Dumbfounded. Not only the man who was asked about the absurd question, even the crowd watching the scene was speechless that you can literary hear the bustling sound of the wind. No one dared to make any movement, afraid to make a sound.
As the silence get prolonged, the eyebrows of the man besides him are getting closer as he literally felt his blood rising because of fury, "Damn! Aren't you supposed to be angry and talk back to me for pushing you?!"
"Should I?", this was supposed to be said on his mind only but the man besides him heard it very clearly which just made him blocked his eyes with his palm as his vision go red because of blood rising up in a speed.
The man in white clothes noticed that he was making the situation worse and so he abruptly shouted, "Then I am!"
Question mark could be seen on the man as he did not have any single idea what this white clothed man is talking about.
"You said, I was supposed to be angry right? Then I am!"
Horror could be seen on the man's face. Who would not if that words, saying that he was angry was said by someone with a bright smile on his face? Anyone who have heard and seen that would definitely be scared!
"Are you crazy?!" The man can't help but to shout while backing a step away as he really was scared.
"No? Are you?" The white clothed man calmly asked him back while taking a step forward and he straight forwardly looked at the man's eyes while saying in a straight voice, "I guess you are, I mean, only a crazy person would not apologize knowing he intentionally pushed someone and even demanded that person to be angry while he himself is burning with fury."
"..."
"I'm sorry! I must have blocked your way. Worry no more as I will walk with wary from now on. I will never forget this accident as I learned something valuable from this", The white clothed man took a step back with a big smile on his face and waited for the man to say something but a couple of minutes passed and the man just looked at him dumbfoundedly.
"Then, excuse me kind sir, if there's no more, I will take my leave now."
"..."
Still, no response. So the white clothed man quietly walked ahead with again, gracefulness like nothing happened. The surrounding crowd with their mouth open, unconsciously step aside as he walked.
Giving no glances anything aside from the path ahead, the white clothed man continue to walk. His back slowly fading away along with his presence. Only then the man woke up from the scene and angrily shouted at the fading figure, "You are the one who's crazy! A fucking crazy bastard!"
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"He's here again."
"Why do he keep standing a step away from the gate and would stare at it until dawn? Everyday?"
"What else is it? Of course he's just a crazy bastard who was stuck in the past."
"It just makes him more pitiful everyday."
Chitter-chatters. This has become normal to the man they were gossiping about, the man who was wearing a now dirty white clothes with a bit of blood. And as what they say, that man will always stand at the front of the gate of Azrael Sect doing nothing but staring all day until the sun sets.
No one knew why or what and no one dare to care too. That mas was treated like he was an air, he is always there but treated like he was not. Well, not that that man minded them too though. If it was in the past, sure enough he will probably cry for being treated like nothing.
But we are here now, in the present. Where that man, forget everything.
Well, including himself.
Author's Note:
Hello! This is my first time trying this kind of genre,
boys love in a historical setting
?
with a mix of fantasy
. So I ask for your considerations.
This story was written after I read and watched a lot of danmei, xianxia, and wuxia contents. Basically, this story was heavily influenced by Traditional Chinese Setting. It would be the best if you have watched some Chinese dramas or read Chinese novels as it would help you imagine the story setting better. Like the clothes worn by the characters would be of those traditional ancient Chinese clothes
something like what Lan Wangji from The Untamed worn
.
Also, there are no portrayer intended in this story. Characters in the book cover are just randomly selected to help with the reader's imagination.
