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I was going through some of my old files, and I stumbled upon this forgotten project of mine. I figured I should just go ahead and upload it, since it's doing nothing at all being saved onto my laptop and hidden away.

I'm not sure entirely where I was going with this, but, oh well, ٩◔‿◔۶

I'm sure someone out there will enjoy it, and as I love to share my writing, here ya go!

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Introduction

Sitting in a field of flowers and beneath a fully bloomed wisteria tree. A cool breeze blowing and causing a shower of petals the color of violet and ivory to rain down. The sky stained with a striking array of yellows, pinks, blues, and oranges. There is no scene more beautiful than this.

The fact that the King of Heroes would think such a thing should be impossible. Finding beauty in such an ordinary scene, it shouldn't be possible. However, he met her. Fate sure is strange. Gilgamesh's crimson eyes gaze downwards and at the head in his lap.

Her eyes are closed and there is a small and content smile on her face. He moves his hand, lightly running his fingers through her hair and brushing her bangs back. She hums softly and slowly opens her dark eyes. The thick layer of moisture covering them makes him frown.

"Why do you cry?" He asks and pinches her cheek. "You know nothing angers me more than seeing your tears."

"I'm not even crying." She grabs his wrist, prying his hand away from her cheek.

"You're about to." He leans over her and moves so his face is just centimeters away from her own.

"Maybe," She smiles. Not even a second later, tears start spilling over. She forms a fist with both of her hands and wipes at her eyes as they shut once again. "Yeah."

"Evie," He says her name and pulls her hands away from her face, frowning further. "Why are you crying?"

"Sorry, Gil," She starts laughing and he scowls. "You're going to get a kick out of this."

"Am I?" He asks with narrowed eyes.

"I was just thinking about how lucky I am," Her dark chocolate orbs open and his crimson ones broaden. "To be sitting with you now like this even after all the trouble I've caused you. You've done so much for me." She brings her hand up and caresses his cheek. "I want to do something for you now. Something worthy for a King like you."

"Idiot." He sighs and brings his hand over hers. "Your love is the one thing that brings me the most pleasure in this world. Shouldn't you have realized that by now?" His eyes soften yet hold a vigorous glint. "So, Evie, don't stop."

"There's no way I could stop." She smiles adoringly before looking at him curiously. "But I was thinking about doing something physical. Like maybe take you somewhere you've never been before. Or maybe make you something. It'll be like a whole new treasure..." She trails off at the certain look in his eyes she knows all too well. "N-no!"

"Why not?" Gilgamesh moves on top of her swiftly, pinning her down. Her cheeks darken. "It was the best feeling I've ever felt, and only you are capable of bestowing that upon me."

"We're outside! Someone can see us!"

"This is private property so that shouldn't pose a problem. If someone does happen to trespass, I'll kill them."

"It's sunset! S-so it will be hard to see!"

"I better hurry then," He leans closer, his lips tickling her ear as he whispers. "Before it gets dark."

If anyone were to tell Gilgamesh he would meet a person who would later become his friend, he wouldn't think twice of opening the Gate of Babylon to give that person a brutal death. For him, the King of Heroes, only had one friend and that person will be the only friend he will ever have. If anyone were to additionally tell him that this person who would become his friend would later become something much more than that, he would strangle that person with his own two hands.

The Fourth Holy Grail war is over, and the Fifth one is only a mere few months away. The ten-year wait is almost over. Gilgamesh is tired of blending in with these lowly mongrels in Fuyuki. He went as far as drinking the Potion of Youth to do so. The human race has become disgusting to him, utterly foolish and weak. They are not worthy to have him rule over them. That's why he desires the Grail, so he can make the wish of eradication to mankind. Should there be any survivors, they will be worth governing.

Today is a hot day, summer being at its peak. The radiant sun smolders the concrete roads and sidewalks, making warped haze rise off the ground. Flowers are beginning to wilt which prompts residents to turn on their sprinklers, and for once the birds are silent. The only sound Gilgamesh can hear is the irritating screams of children as they play, nearby traffic, and insects singing their songs.

His feet are currently carrying him towards a small bridge that overhangs a creek. The beaming sun shines onto golden hair, and his crimson eyes that are the color of blood stare coldly ahead. His destination is the church he is inhabited in. To his displeasure, Kirei Kotomine, the other inhabitant of the church and his former master, isn't providing as much entertainment as he used to. No, not at all. That man is becoming more boring by the day.

"Mister!" A youthful and rather foolish voice disrupts his thoughts. Wordlessly and as he comes to a stop in his walk, he looks down at the small boy standing in front of him. Big and round eyes stare up at him, eyes the color of lead. He points up at Gilgamesh. "You can't cross the bridge unless you play hopscotch."

A very bold gesture and even bolder words. Gilgamesh's teeth grit and his eyelid twitches in irritation. This young boy doesn't have the slightest clue who he is gazing upon. He tears his eyes away from the child and looks past him, seeing a small group of more children. They all gaze at him with an awaiting expression. A total of five kids dare stand in his way and demand something from him? He should slaughter them all on the spot. On the other hand, though, perhaps these kids can amuse him somehow.

"Alright." Gilgamesh smiles maliciously. "I'll play this 'game' of yours."

"Really?!" The kids gush excitedly and giggle among themselves.

Then, the sound of humming suddenly penetrates his ears. The sound also adverts the kids' attention away from him and at the approaching person. Whatever fun he was about to have now won't happen. Feeling even more irked than before, Gilgamesh turns around with a scowl. However, the person approaching proves to be very interesting in the next series of events.

The person humming is a girl who looks to be in her late teens. She has a fair complexion and a slender frame. Her hair is a very light brown. Beige he would say, the color of desert sand. It's long and flows down her back in disheveled waves. Her eyes are deep brown in color, richer than earth's soil. They glimmer without a care in the world and shine with an acute friskiness.

She's wearing a long and sleeveless white dress that nearly skims against the ground as she walks. It hugs her waist and has a subtle v-neck. She's wearing gold and glittery sandals with a matching necklace, and in her hand, she carries a world map vintage suitcase.

Gilgamesh stares at her dress and how it flows so exquisitely as she walks. How the fabric rolls in the warm breeze almost reminds him of a certain someone he held so dear. Their face flashes across is vision briefly, their hair and eyes tea-green in color. It's been a long while since he witnessed such a simple yet serene scene. He oddly finds solace in this moment.

"Hey!" The same boy who stopped him earlier runs up to the girl, jabbing a finger at her much like he did to him. The girl stops her soft humming and comes to a halt. She stares down at the boy curiously. His cheeks gradually darken the longer his eyes hold her own. "You can't cross the bridge unless you play hopscotch."

Her brown eyes stare past the young boy and land on the hopscotch court drawn out in chalk on the pavement, then they linger on the other children. Instantly, her pale pink lips curve upwards.

"Well I guess I have no choice then." She jokes with a grin, a hint of laughter in her voice. She lowers her suitcase to the ground carefully and flexes her now free fingers.

With how her fingers almost look red, it's evident the suitcase she was carrying is heavy. Peculiarly walking on the tips of her toes, her form moves closer to the hopscotch court. Her eyes then lock with Gilgamesh's crimson ones, only now just noticing him. He gazes at her with narrowed eyes. She dares notice his glorious presence last?

Her lips part slightly as she stares at him. Getting out of her surprised state, she smiles and bows politely in greeting, holding up the skirt of her dress as she does.

"May I?" She asks, gesturing to the hopscotch course he is standing in front of. Gilgamesh grins, enthralled. It seems there is one human who doesn't lack the knowledge and manners to perform in front of a King. He'll let her earlier actions of being blind to him slide.

"Certainly," He replies coolly while stepping aside. She bows once more, only this time in thanks. After that, she proceeds to play the game.

Gilgamesh watches as she hops on one foot across the sloppily drawn out squares, occasionally using both feet for the squares drawn side by side. Once she reaches the other side, she turns around and faces the kids with a grin.

"Ta-da!" She cheers. The kids don't cheer at all. Instead, they look disappointed.

"That's not how you play hopscotch!" The boy from earlier yells angrily at her. The girl blinks in surprise. Her elegant appearance then morphs into that of a naive child.

"Yes, it is!" She retorts, her doe-like eyes narrowing.

"Nuh-uh!" One of the other kids speaks up. A girl with her dark hair in twin buns huffs. "You have to throw this rock first!"

Right after those words, the young girl begins to show the teen how the game is properly played. Gilgamesh stares at the scene in disgust. What kind of preposterous game is this? How can anyone find entertainment in something like this? Once the young girl finishes her demonstration, Gilgamesh can no longer remain silent.

These kids demand whoever crosses this bridge must play hopscotch before they can reach the other side, and when someone moronic enough agrees, they get angered because the game is played incorrectly?

"This is absurd." He begins in complete revulsion. "This is nothing but a waste of time and effort. How you lowly mongrels find entertainment in something like this will eternally remain a mystery to me." His terrifying glare makes the kids step back in fright. "And demanding others to play along with your foolish game, have you no dignity?"

"I…" The teen suddenly mutters. All attention is drawn to her. Her eyes are wide, and her mouth is agape. She seems to have been too dismayed to have heard Gilgamesh's words. She brings her finger to her chin, muttering incoherent thoughts to herself. "I've been playing this game wrong my whole life then?"

"What are you from? The Bronze Age?" A young boy with glasses stares at Gilgamesh strangely for the way he talks. He doesn't seem offended at all by his words. Gilgamesh immediately marks that boy for death for gazing upon him in such a way. However, he smirks. There is no point in getting worked up now. They will all be purged in due time.

"It seems you don't lack a brain. Indeed I am."

"That's impossible!" The boy who stopped him to play this absurd game yells.

"That's what your feeble mind thinks. Mongrels," Gilgamesh brings his hand to his hip. "Have you not heard of the King of Heroes?"

All the kids grow silent and stare at Gilgamesh like he's the strangest thing in the world. They all exchange confused glances, clearly at a loss. This is exactly what's wrong with this world. They are not worthy to be even gazing upon him. Everyone should know of him and respect his presence, kneel before him and look upon him as the only King who rules above all—

"King of Heroes?" The teen girl pipes up. She then grins and holds her hand up high in the air, hopping as she does. "Gilgamesh! You like him too?"

Gilgamesh's eyes meet the teen's. Her dark cinnamon orbs are swirling with excitement at the mention of him. Him. A pompous grin overtakes his face as she runs over. Her form that only reaches his shoulders beams up at his taller frame. He recalls her question and laughs out loud, truly amused.

"I am quite the fan, yes." He confirms.

"How much do you know about him?"

"I know everything."

"Everything?" She gushes.

"Everything." Gilgamesh confirms with a smirk.

The teen, looking truly captivated, looks back and forth between him and her suitcase. She's practically hopping in place. Her teeth are biting down on her lower lip and obviously holding back words. Those childish actions of hers make his irritation spike. She's a young woman and still acting like kids as young as these before him. Before he can bark at her to stop hopping in place like a lunatic, she blurts out a question.

"Can I show you something?"

Gilgamesh thinks over her question. She's fundamentally asking him if she can borrow some of his time. Habitually he almost says no, but he's feeling the most interested in a mongrel living in this day and age than he's felt in quite some time. He's in no hurry to get back to the church on top of that. So, he gives her the answer she wants.

"Yes."

"Thank you—!" She beams before being rendered silent by a ringing sound. "Oh," She turns away from him and jogs over to her suitcase. "That's my…"

Gilgamesh watches inexpressibly as she gets down onto her knees and lays her suitcase down flat on its side before opening it. Inside, there are multiple sets of unfolded clothes, lingerie even. His lips curve upwards into an amused smirk at the embarrassed and high pitch sound she makes. Faster than what he would've thought possible from a mere girl, she shoves any undergarments out of sight before grabbing her ringing phone. Before she holds it to her ear, she looks up and over at him.

"Sorry, I need to…" She glances at the caller ID, trailing off when Gilgamesh coolly waves her off. "Right," Rising onto her feet after grabbing a thick book from her suitcase, she walks over to him and holds it out, all while answering her phone.

Gilgamesh takes the book from her, rotating it in his hands and studying it. The front and back cover is all black, no writing of any kind. Is this what she was so enthusiastic about showing him? This boring object? When he opens the book, he discovers that it's a photo album. He looks over the photographs placed neatly on the ivory pages. His crimson orbs widen slightly.

"This is…" He murmurs to himself, appearing almost as if he's in a daze. Narrowing his eyes once more, he looks over at the teen and addresses her. "Mongrel!"

She's leaning against the bridge railing, her dark eyes gazing downwards and at the glistening stream. The moving shadows from the trees rustling in the breeze dance across her form, and her dress along with her hair flutter delicately. Wrinkles suddenly appear in her dress, a consequence from her fingers curling tightly into it. A crease forms in her brow and her lips purse, bringing about a despondent appearance.

"There's that little time left?" She speaks softly into her phone, seeming not to have heard Gilgamesh's shout. His eyes narrow further. This is the second time she has failed to pick up his voice.

"Oh! Pictures! Can I see?!" The group of kids abruptly encircle around Gilgamesh, making him glare. However, a smirk graces his face as an idea crosses his mind. He swiftly closes the book and struts away from them, holding it high above his head as they reach for it.

"No." He dismisses, causing the kids to whine. They attempt to follow after him, but a threatening glare makes them stop in their tracks.

Gilgamesh approaches the teen quietly. She's now smiling and standing atop the lowermost horizontal railing of the bridge. She's leaning forward and peering downwards, her elbows resting on top of the wooden structure. Her index finger twirls a few strands of her hair which causes them to curl. A laugh sounds from her glossed lips.

"Sure. If that's what she wants." She practically sings. "I'll have to go to the store to get everything though. So, I'll be a little bit. Is that fine? Mhm. Alright. See ya later, then."

When he comes to a stop beside her, she lowers her phone slowly. Her head dips downwards, her earthy orbs that glimmer constantly grow languid before they shut. Drawing in a profound breath, her eyelids rise and she turns her head, gazing at him with sparkling eyes. She smiles.

"Sorry about that." She turns to him fully, folding her arms behind her back. "Anyways, what did you think? If you know everything about Gilgamesh, surely you recognized that place."

"So, you mean to inform me that this photograph is real? This is the current state of Uruk?" He inquires and opens the photo album once more. She takes a single step closer to him, gazing at the photograph his eyes are locked onto.

The photo displays the ancient city of Uruk. The once appealing stone temples are now crumbled severely, some even seeming to have disappeared entirely. There is no lush greenery of palms like there once were, and everything is buried in smoldering sand. Even the water from the eastern channel of the Euphrates is absent. It looks like nothing more than a barren wasteland.

"Yeah." She nods, answering his question. "Which isn't really surprising, considering how old it is. But, it's sad too."

He agrees with the fact that it is quite sad what his kingdom has become. However, he also feels a sudden pique of anger at how the people he ruled over let such a preventable outcome befall upon his beloved Uruk. This shows that the human race has completely turned a blind eye to his existence. He will be sure to make sure every lowly mongrel on this planet faces the consequences. Well, that was what he had originally thought.

"Indeed, it is." He acknowledges, looking at the next picture that is partially covered by a delicate fingertip.

"That's my finger." She points out to him in a stupidly amused voice.

Why she felt the need to inform him of the obvious isn't worth pondering over. Nonetheless, in spite of her irksome childlike personality, she has caught his interest. Ignoring her fingertip that takes up the entire lower corner of the photograph, he looks at the main focus of it.

It's an aged statue. A muscular man with a long and straight beard that extends past his chest, equally long hair styled in over-the-top curls, a lion tucked under his left arm, and a snake grasped in his right hand.

Gilgamesh's lips compress together evenly, and his eyes continue to bore into the photo. Just who this statue is of is obvious. He doesn't want to believe it. This is an insult and an enormous amount of disrespect! Is this really supposed to be—?!

"Gilgamesh." The teen confirms, as if reading his thoughts. His grip on the book tightens and his eyes move to the next picture, seeing it's the statue once again, but only she is next to it and grinning widely.

"Do you really believe that this heinous statue is what Gilgamesh looks like?" He asks, his tone biting.

"Of course not." She frowns up at him, waving off that possibility. Her wavy tresses swish along with the rolling fabric of her dress as she turns. She leans over the bridge fencing with a smile. He follows her gaze, seeing she's eyeing the small minnows swimming upstream. "But it has to be a pretty close resemblance, since it's based off of ancient text descriptions."

"Oh?"

Her deep brown orbs enlarge suddenly, their gaze following two and rectangular pieces of paper that seem to have fallen from the heavens. They drift downwards and rotate in the breeze. Her breath catches and she straightens up, seeing it's her photographs. She looks over at Gilgamesh next to her, her lips parting and as a crease forms in her brow.

Gilgamesh's smirk merely grows in size at her anguished expression, comparing that face to the virgins who showered him with the most fine of flower petals as he laid in bed. He stares into her eyes, noticing how they tremble. They drift from his face and to his hand hovering over her head, the hand responsible for tearing out the photos and discarding them. It has been a while since he has seen such a delightful sight.

"That's not what Gilgamesh looks like. I can assure you that." He affirms. She faces him fully, her eyes narrowing into a heated glare like that of a rabid dog. Even though it's obvious she oh so desperately wants to say something, her lips seal themselves together, an unknowingly smart move on her part.

Her petite form moves quickly and around his larger one, passing just under his nose. Then, a rather amiable scent invades his senses. It's earthy and soft. Mimosa flowers, lush apricot nectar and berries, even cypress wood. He finds himself inhaling more deeply.

"Jerk!"

Looking in her direction, he takes notice of her angrily flushed cheeks. Her fingers are curled into the skirt of her dress and holding it up. Sending him one last dirty look, she turns around and tramples away from him. His eyes narrow.

"You should watch your tongue, mongrel." Gilgamesh calls after her as she crosses the bridge and hikes down the slight slope towards the creek.

"And you should learn some manners, cur." She retorts and his teeth grit.

That girl has made a grave mistake. To oppose him of all people and to look at him with such an indignant expression… From this point on, her life will be forever changed, and so will his.

The teen steps into the cool stream, holding the hem of her dress up to ensure it doesn't get wet. She makes a wry face, cringing in disgust when her foot sinks deep into the marshy floor of the creek. The mud she has sunken into swallows her all the way up to her ankle, completely ruining her gold and glittery sandals. She redirects her eyes ahead and at her photographs wedged between a couple rocks.

After silently contemplating to herself, she stretches her body and reaches forward to grab the photographs instead of risking ruining her other sandal. Her fingertips brush against the photos just when something light makes contact with her head. Whatever it is gets stuck in her hair.

She grabs her now soaked and jagged photos, straightening up and pulling the object from her hair. It's another one of her photographs. Eye twitching, she looks up. That unsettling handsome man is gazing down at her, with those equally unsettling crimson eyes from the bridge, a smirk on his face. For every photo she picks up, another comes raining down.

"Urgh!" She growls and jabs a finger up at Gilgamesh. At her furious expression, his smirk grows in size. He leans forward on the railing. "You're the worst!"

"Am I, now?" He asks, twiddling a photo between his fingers. She nods resolutely. He lets the photo slip from his fingers and she runs after it. A laugh sounds from his lips.

This is very amusing for him. It's almost as if he's playing fetch with a dog. He may as well be. All humans are mongrels, after all. Merely pretenders. A few more minutes go by until she stops playing his game and he grows disappointed.

"You know what," She begins as she drags her muddy feet out of the water. "Forget it. Toss the whole book in there. I don't care anymore." Somewhat winded, she begins making her way up the grassy slope and back up onto the bridge. Once she's on the bridge again, she brings her free hand that isn't holding photos over her chest. "There are seven billion people in this world. And I refuse to let you, just one person out of that very large number, soil my wonderful day."

Her eyes are tenacious as they stare into his own. Gilgamesh tilts his head slightly, smirking some more. She has him in the same category as any other person, almost as if she's implying he's equal with everyone else on this ugly planet. How wrong she is, and what an obvious lie she's just told. When she begins walking in his direction, all proud and nonchalant, he flips through a few pages in the book.

"You don't care? Therefore, it wouldn't be vexing to you if I were to keep this?" He asks.

"Of course not." She affirms, her eyes glancing at her photo album. She's an arm's length away from him now. "You can do whatever you want with—"

Gilgamesh laughs in amusement when her words come to a sudden halt. Instead of finishing her sentence, she launches herself towards him. He was right. Those words she has spoken were a complete lie. With how her eyes kept glancing at the album, and how she walked like a stalking cat, it was obvious she was plotting something.

She reaches for the book, and he raises it high and out of her reach. His actions prompt her to stand on the tip of her toes. He tenses slightly when her chest presses against his when she falls against him, and when her hand covers his own on the railing. His lips press together firmly. She jumps a little higher than he anticipated. Instead of grabbing the book which he knows to be her goal, the tips of her fingers ram into it. The contact sends the book flying out of his hand and she tenses too, blurting.

"Eh?!"

The two of them look up, watching as the book soars through the air. It falls over the ledge of the bridge and lands with a loud splash into the creek below. Gilgamesh's face is inexpressive while hers is appalled. Water droplets erupt and glisten, and the book becomes distorted as it sinks further down. Silence fills the air.

"Mongrel." Gilgamesh's voice makes her eyes meet his.

She feels movement beneath her hand and she looks, seeing it's his hand. Instantly afterwards, she becomes aware that she's leaning into him. Her cheeks are instantly stained a fiery pink. She was so focused on retrieving her book that everything else has been abandoned, especially anything involving personal space and proper manners.

Involuntarily, her eyes meet his once more. His pupils are narrowed into thin slits like that of a snake—that feature of his being what mesmerized her from the moment she first laid eyes on him. She wants to move, but the malignant look he's giving her prevents her from doing so. Unease rises to the surface and wraps around her. She finds herself questioning if this guy is even human. There is something regal about him.

"What is your name?" He asks, tone demanding.

"E…" As soon as the sound of the letter "e" emits from her lips, his eyes narrow in offense, almost like she's about to say something forbidden. His hand moves from under hers and grips her wrist in silent warning. She swallows nervously before continuing. "E-Evangeline. Evangeline Mori. But, that's kind of a mouthful. I normally just go by 'Evie.'"

His eyelids drape over his crimson orbs and he releases her wrist. She takes a large step back and away from him, clasping her hands tightly behind her. He moves and her lips part slightly when he travels down the slope and towards the creek. Brows furrowed, she runs after him.

Gilgamesh steps into the cool water. Yes, he steps into the grimy liquid, allowing it to fill his shoes and soak into the hems of his pants, soiling his favorite outfit. He bends down and picks up the girl's book, then straightening up and turning around.

Evangeline is standing at the edge of the water. Her lips wear a pout as she stares at him with perplexed eyes. She takes a step towards him only to freeze when he starts to advance on her instead. When he nears, he raises his hand to strike her. Her eyelids clamp together instinctively.

Something hard bonks her on the top of her head a maximum of three times. It's hard enough to make her flinch, but light enough to prevent any pain. Slowly, she cracks her eyes open to see Gilgamesh holding her photo book over her head. Did he just knock her over the head with her own book? He holds it out to her.

"Here, mongrel." He says as she carefully takes the book from him. "Even though this book is full of fabricated photographs, I shall return it to you. Furthermore, even though you have disrespected me and my appearance greatly, I will grant you permission to ask me one question about the one and true King, Gilgamesh."

Her head tilts slightly as she stares at him, finding him extremely odd. Just moments ago, he was bullying her and ruining her photographs of her most recent trip to the Middle East, now he has dirtied himself to return her book to her and is offering one answer to any question she may have about her favorite hero, Gilgamesh. She gnaws on the inside of her cheek in thought as she replays his words in her head.

"Uh, well…" She starts up. Even though she has many questions regarding the King of Heroes, she settles with another. "Can I ask you a question that's not about Gilgamesh?"

"Very well." He grants.

"Your name, what is it?"

They stare at each other in silence. Gilgamesh's crimson orbs are glinting like a predator's, while her brown ones are blinking innocently and mimicking an innocent gazelle. She wants to know his name? Once again, she insults him. However, his lips curve upwards as he laughs haughtily.

"If you cannot now discern my identity, you are excessively ignorant and that alone will serve to seal your doom." He berates, raising his hand and brushing his blonde tresses back. She gulps. "However, with your blindness much like everyone else's in this era, that is to be expected. Since I do not go back on my word, I am obligated to give you your answer."

The warm breeze blows, ruffling up their hair and attire. A stray green leaf drifts between them, and the blades of grass dance and glisten in the sun. Distance wind chimes jingle and somewhere a cicada starts to sing. Her eyes gradually widen, and her breath gets caught in her throat as he leans closer, his lips right by her ear.

"Gilgamesh, is my name." He answers, his breath tickling her. Before she can react or say anything, he moves around her and begins to stroll down the path he was originally on. The kids still present on the bridge don't dare get in his way or speak, still frightened by his earlier glare. Once he crosses the bridge his hands find his pockets as he looks over his shoulder.

Evangeline is still standing there by the creek motionlessly. Her back is to him. The moment his eyes glue themselves onto her form, she turns around as though she sensed his gaze.

Her cheeks are tinted a light pink and her eyes are sparkling, a grin on her face as she stares after him. She raises her free hand in the air to wave at him with a joyous laugh. Gilgamesh chuckles lightly and redirects his gaze ahead.

His blood-red eyes stare upwards at the sky, eyeing a flock of birds flying overhead. He didn't think she would believe him so easily. Perhaps she isn't as blind as the other mongrels. His smirk slowly fades away from his face and he suddenly looks thoughtful.

"To think there would be someone out there that would remind me of you. I can't help but to wonder if you somehow foresaw this meeting..." He murmurs to himself, lowering his eyelids. "Enkidu."