Insectoids: The Job of the Males

Wei Zhuo’s expression sours even further as Sun Wushe finally confesses, “I’m rotten to the core, bro.”

Sun Wushe has almost never called him ‘bro.’

“You do not deserve the chance to do things again. You deserve the death penalty,” Wei Zhuo keeps gripping at the rim of the hat and adjusting it while turning to leave. He’s been dithering for too long. It’s time he went home.

He doesn’t even know why he’s here. Sun Wushe didn’t need to be interrogated anymore. All of Jin Yue’s subordinates are in custody. All Wei Zhuo did here was standing around for a while.

When Wei Zhuo is out of sight, Sun Wushe finally adds, “thanks for coming to see me.”

Then he slides back sitting onto the ground, watching the snowy white walls of the jail. It’s so white his eyes hurt just looking at it.

There is less than a day left. Sun Wushe isn’t going to do anything anymore.

He looks much more peaceful, but he also knows, this is more than just resignation to the fact that he’s going to die. He knows he will have done this all over again if offered the chance.

Simply, that being sentenced to death, and knowing that it’s coming, has made him feel oddly at ease.

After all the madness trying to take revenge on a cruel world, when all is said and done, he can finally relax. There is nothing to think about anymore. He’s going to die for good.

Wei Zhuo notices Cheng Zhaoci is waiting for him outside his granddad’s mansion when he arrives.

He gets off, and is about to speak, when Cheng Zhaoci pats him on the shoulder, “I know where you went; it’s ok. How are you feeling?”

“I, I went to see Sun Wushe,” Wei Zhuo lowers his head, “xiongzhu, sometimes, I’d still…”

“Wait,” Cheng Zhaoci interrupts him and starts dragging him by the shoulder, “come in and sit if you’re going to speak. ‘Pa is at a meeting, and my dad is in his old house. It’s just us.”

“Oh,” Wei Zhuo allows himself to be dragged around, his head hanging low.

After being put onto the sofa with a drink in his hand, Wei Zhuo continues, “xiongzhu, would I also turn out like him one day?”

“Like whom?” Cheng Zhaoci has already resolved to being Wei ‘the new Vice-marshal’ Zhuo’s armchair psychologist when he saw how upset he was.

“Like Jin Yue; like Sun Wushe,” Wei Zhuo is sulking; the tall and muscular mass of insectoid just curling up on the sofa, looking almost like a baby.

He had a past that was comparably shitty like Jin Yue’s and Sun Wushe’s, and he also knows for a fact, that before he met this amazing male, he was also moving through life without purpose, even with an unhealthy amount of self-loathing attached.

“You won’t,” Cheng Zhaoci answers quite resolutely, and explains, “if you, Wei-ge, actually did go off the deep end, I imagine you’d kill your father, and then allow yourself to be arrested and sentenced.”

There is no denying Wei Zhuo was psychologically unhealthy as a shemale soldier, and probably didn’t exactly feel a ‘call of duty’ for his fellow insectoids, but the thought of avenging himself against the entire society has never once crossed his mind. Cheng Zhaoci is certain.

Vice-marshal Wei, the grade S shemale, is quite principled. He only goes after insectoids that are directly responsible. Perhaps influenced by his granddad as well, he also has a sort of conviction when it comes to following rules.

That’s why Cheng Zhaoci believes the most likely course of events is just Wei Zhuo taking his revenge and then allowing himself to be arrested cooperatively.

The fact that Wei Zhuo never fell to the same depths as the others in the very beginning was a sign that he would have behaved differently.

Though Cheng Zhaoci being his xiongzhu has probably made the argument sound more like an attempt to cheer him up, so he remains unconvinced and sulky.

“Wei-ge,” Cheng Zhaoci gives up on logical reasoning and squeezes himself into Wei Zhuo, “why are you mulling over this? Am I not being good enough?”

“Huh? Uh, no, of course not,” Wei Zhuo goes surprised, “my xiongzhu is the best xiongzhu there is. I am certain of that.”

“Then why would you still end up like them with such a good xiongzhu?” Cheng Zhaoci puts his hand on his chest, and blinks hard to get tears welling up, “so you don’t actually think I’m good enough? Not even I can help turn you around?”

“No, I’m not. I won’t turn into that. Definitely not now,” Wei Zhuo panics at such a Cheng Zhaoci, whom he has quite the trouble interacting with, because he appears to have lost his capacity for language, “it’s because I met you that I do not think I can become them at all…”

Wei Zhuo is blabbering while looking like he could also cry.

“No, that’s not true. It’s not because of me,” Cheng Zhaoci interrupts him, “it is because our Vice-marshal Wei has always been such an amazing insectoid,” he says, almost like he’s cooing an infant with a gentle tone to sleep.

Then he plants a kiss on Wei Zhuo’s cheeks, “your xiongzhu is a nice xiongzhu, so he is telling you only the truth.”

“Xiongzhu,” Wei Zhuo finally bursts into tears, staring straight into Cheng Zhaoci and saying, “thank you.”

Cheng Zhaoci responds by planting a kiss on him.

Ten minutes later…

Wei Zhuo falls into thought, staring at the ceiling as it bobs up and down in his vision.

How did it turn out like this? Oh shit, his arse hurts!