"It is indeed truly infused with the entire forest! Everywhere I go, flowers flourish and spread, blossoming even at midnight! It's so lovely... ah, I almost forgot. Azrail, would you like to see the item that I've received once I turned into the God of Nature?" Looking away from the brisk flow of the running water, Azrail stared at his expectant eyes that barely held the excitement that Yeong-Hui felt at the thought of showing his newfound friend something of his own.

Not wanting to dishearten the male Azrail nodded his head, his gaze gentle as he saw Yeong-Hui rush to pull out something from the left of his skirt pocket. Seeing such a childlike display, Azrail couldn't help but feel a small sense of consolation from the ecstatic god as he continued watching the man endeavor to find the said item.

Whilst Azrail calmly observed Yeong-Hui's movements, a fire scorched inside of Yeong-Hui's purple periwinkle eyes. His every action displayed persistence in making Azrail impressed. Just imagine how Azrail would look once he saw his magnificent item! He would smile at him, applauding him increasingly with a dazzling smile on such a detached face! The more he thought about how Azrail would surely react, the more the fire blazed brighter.

He must make Azrail smile!

Finally feeling the refreshing surface of his item, an accomplished smile spread across his jade-like face, his dimples appearing as he spun around to face Azrail, presenting his gifted item to the content male. "Here! I call her—Sen! It means forest fairy; don't you think it is very suitable?" Staring down at the luminous flute, Azrail's eyes lightly enlarged as he saw how polished and exquisitely shaped it was. The flute that was mentioned was forged from lumber with diverse young buds of flowers sprouting out from it, swaying around as they blossomed with vibrancy. Reaching his hand out to feel it, Azrail drew back his hand as he saw how hastily the flowers withdrew from his hand; some of them even drooping as now all that was left was one side of prospering flowers and the other being shriveled ones.

"Oh, I'm sorry, Yeong-Hui. I forgot I could do that..." Darting down at the dead grass beneath his legs, Azrail felt an assault of emotions clash into his heart. Not even the grass could stand his presence. Detecting the crestfallen expression that Azrail carried, Yeong-Hui gave him a consoling smile and patted him on the head. "Don't fret about such an insignificant thing, Azrail! They can regrow. All I have to do is pluck them out from their roots and regrow new ones..." Doing as he told Yeong-Hui's hand gripped onto the stem of each dead flower and yanked them out swiftly, entombing them inside the ground before regrowing the barren region from where the dead flowers once sprouted.

"See, look!" Showing Azrail the now refurnished flute, Yeong-Hui scooted closer to him. "Everything is fine now. It looks much more appealing, doesn't it?" Trying to move the flute closer to him, Yeong-Hui puffed his cheeks as he saw Azrail scoot further away from him, a guilty look on his petite face as he couldn't help but continue gawking at where the lifeless flowers were buried.

"Hey, come on Azrail. It's no big deal. Flowers can always grow back. You are the God of Death, so death can't be that much of a big deal to you." Brushing away the remorse that Azrail felt Yeong-Hui instead concentrated on trying to make him understand that death was okay and not that much of a big deal.

"You experience death every day, don't you?"

"Yeah, but that doesn't change the fact that those flowers died."

"What do you mean by that?" Observing the curious face of Yeong-Hui, Azrail opened his mouth only to shut it tight after. He didn't wish to tell anyone about what he went through throughout his conscious life. If his first companion here were to see him negatively... all that he craved was a fresh start, for others to see a different him. But how can others see a different him when all they see is someone who caused others to die because of him being elected as the next God of Death?

With these thoughts in mind, Azrail shook his head; drawing his knees to his chest as he instead stared back down at the spouting water, the pacifying vibration of the colliding liquid easing his nerves. He may have lost all probabilities to die, but that changes nothing else.

Noticing the gloomy atmosphere that hovered around Azrail, Yeong-Hui peeked down at his flute in thought as he tenderly nibbled his blood-red lips.

"Hey." Turning his head to look at Yeong-Hui, Azrail recoiled back as he saw how close the two of their faces were, not knowing how to behave. "Wanna do something cool?" Tipping his head to the side, Azrail smirked lightly as he detected the mischievous undertone concealed in his words. Waiting for a reply, Yeong-Hui's smile brightened as he heard a small 'sure'.

Walking shortly away from where Azrail sat, Yeong-Hui took off the top of his light forest-green outfit and put up his long hair in a high ponytail, his exposed chest displaying its exquisitely sculpted abs in its rich splendor upon Azrail's eyes as Azrail couldn't help but look away, flustered. Peering over his shoulder, Yeong-Hui giggled as he saw the pink dust that was extended across Azrail's pale skin, savoring the adorable sight of his new friend.

Shaking off his shoes, Yeong-Hui turned towards Azrail, his feet balanced on top of a huge rock near the edge of where the water fell off, his back to it as a fearless smile spread on his face. "Azrail, look!" Staring back to where Azrail heard the enthusiastic voice, Azrail gasped and hurriedly got up, forgetting his staff on the ground as he watched Yeong-Hui fall down while whooping loudly, his laughter barely heard over the gushing water.

In a moment of desperation, Azrail teleported over to where the huge rock was, securing his body against the wet rock as he peeped down in concern. Azrail wasn't sure why he was worried. He knew perfectly well that they couldn't die, and that they couldn't get hurt or injured; thus making him more perplexed with why this uneasiness had slithered inside of his heart that was no longer beating. You could say it was out of habit to feel worried about others that could get injured. He was a mother hen, in some sense.

Eventually hearing the emphatic 'splash' sound from the two things colliding against each other at great speeds, Azrail spotted the figure of a wet Yeong-Hui, his hair flat on his back as his long eyelashes framed his eyes which quivered with miniature water droplets on the edges. The day that he turned into the God of Death, a lot of things changed for Azrail; one of those things was his eyesight, which could see anything, anywhere, no matter the lighting or how far away it was.

"Join me, Azrail! It's really rejuvenating! The water is just the right temperature!" Shouting at the top of his lungs, Yeong-Hui flopped belly-down on the water surface to show Azrail how pleasant it was, and it almost worked. Hearing his remark, Azrail faltered and peeked down at the surging water, reaching his hand out as he touched the lukewarm liquid as it dashed past his slender fingers swiftly.

Hearing another loud 'splash', Azrail thought about it some more. He didn't enjoy getting wet, and he doesn't like heights... but when you are dead, you're dead, and that means anything goes. Taking a deep breath, Azrail slowly took off his clothing and gently put them on the shore, along with his staff. Now standing on top of the rock like Yeong-Hui did, Azrail hesitantly peeped down to where Yeong-Hui stood, who was splashing water on his face. This heartened him more as he puffed his chest and clapped his hands.

Now he only wore his leg-revealing skirt, as the only thing he bore on his upper body was a dangling necklace, a delicate silver string carrying a ring with diamond two hearts that glittered under the pale moonlight. Gripping the necklace rigidly with his hand, Azrail felt a sudden onslaught of adrenaline as he plunged from the top of the waterfall, following the swift flow of the streaming water as he, too, became wet.

Feeling water envelop him, Azrail hastily went up to the surface and opened his eyes, moving away the long untied hair that he failed to tie before dropping. Well, now all he could do was savor this moment. Recognizing the familiar figure close to him, Yeong-Hui looked up and laughed, a joyous smile on his face as he arrived next to Azrail in the blink of an eye.

"See? I told you it would be fun. Now-" Pulling Yeong-Hui down with him, Azrail grinned as he saw how he struggled. "That's for making me worry!" Hearing the rapid splash sounds coming from Yeong-Hui, Azrail chuckled, only to yelp as the tables turned with him now being flung away as he sank into the water, the lukewarm liquid soothing his nerves.

"And that's payback! Nature—unite!" Trees sprouted from where he stood as he now heartily battled Azrail as he, too, did the same. Laughter rang throughout the forest as the two enjoyed their free time together, neither of them wishing for this moment to end.

Plunging deeply into the lukewarm water, Yeong-Hui pushed away the few strands of hair that fell on his face, his periwinkle eyes peering up to where Azrail stood cautiously. Beaming up at the worried male, Yeong-Hui shouted: "Join me, Azrail! It's really rejuvenating! The water is just the right temperature!" Falling belly-first on top of the water for a while Yeong-Hui did this to show how nice the water felt, and so, he turned around face-up only to stagger back in surprise as he saw Azrail slowly abandon the clothes he wore from his body, a curious gleam flashing in his rich golden eyes. Observing this scene, Yeong-Hui couldn't help but feel astonished as he saw the clear and jade-like skin of Azrail as it was illuminated by the pale moonlight, making him look like a genuine god.

To him, the scene looked enticing.

His eyes swelled at the thought that crossed his mind, which made Yeong-Hui panic as he stood up, splashing water on his face rapidly in order to alleviate his feverish face. Breathing heavily as he gawked at his reflection, Yeong-Hui tried to pacify his wild thoughts, reluctant to think of his new friend in such a way.

"..." He's my friend. I can't think of him in such a way! Stubbornly nodding his head, Yeong-Hui turned around as he heard a splash sound only to see the wet appearance of Azrail, whose eyes were wide with exhilaration. Witnessing this scene, Yeong-Hui couldn't help but smile merrily as he dashed towards him.

We're friends, nothing more, nothing less.

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