Chapter 5

La-La Point of View

Now, I'm outside the hospital, under the moon and stars. I can hear some car noises from a distance, and the streetlights are shining. Axel, the reaper my friend, is still inside doing his job and said he'd get some drinks. This job is tougher than I thought working with this job for century sure feels like hell. I didn't expect it to be this hard. It seems like Carl won't have a soulmate also Kian. Their life might be lonely. Is having a soulmate really that important? A soulmate is someone you're happy with, and you stay together until you die. If a couple gets divorced, it means they weren't meant for each other and they weren't match up by a love hunter.

Lillian loves Kian, and she also admires her coworker Carl. Lillian accepted her fate, deciding that if she dies, her heart will go to Kian. Her heart is okay after fighting cancer. Kian and Lillian are a good match for each other. I'm wondering why they gave me this job knowing it's so tough. It feels like I can't breathe.

This whole job is suffocating. I just needed one to complete this job and they gave me this. They cruel.

My phone rang, and I quickly answered it.

"Hello," I greeted the caller, and they informed me that they received a message from the Life Hunter division, the department handling the mission I had just failed. I recognized the department name on the caller ID.

"Yes, I'm aware don’t mention it," I replied. There was a brief silence.

"If so, kindly write a report and email it to us," the voice on the other end instructed abruptly.

"Yes, I will," I responded calmly before the call ended. They always seemed to be rude, what's wrong with them?. They don’t know how to sympathize?

Taking a deep sigh, I muttered to myself, "This is tiring." I stretched my arms, and suddenly, I felt a cold touch on my cheeks. I turned to see Axel smiling, holding a coke in one hand, and the other hand had touched my face. I quickly took the coke away from my face.

"Thanks," I said, appreciating Axel's gesture as he sat beside me.

"Is it done?" I asked him.

"Yes," he responded. We both opened our cans of coke simultaneously and took a sip at the same time.

Third point of View

, Axel spoke to La-La after taking a sip of coke, saying, "I already reported it to our department."

"And I already got a call from my department asking for my report," La-La replied in a low tone.

"How could they give you a job knowing this?" Axel complained.

"I think so too, they are always up to something you know" La-La agreed, lost in her thoughts. Axel observed her, pondering what to say next, considering the emotions La-La might be experiencing.

Deciding to break the silence, Axel gently tapped La-La to get her attention. La-La was startled and looked at Axel.

"Move on. You'll also leave soon. Just find a soulmate as quickly as possible so you won't get any more missions," Axel suggested, trying to comfort La-La. She looked at him in disbelief.

"I know," she responded in an annoyed tone, and Axel smiled.

La-La leaned back on the bench. "You should follow me; soon this job will wear you out," she advised.

"I already know that I’m already wear out in this job, but if I follow you too soon, we might end up being soulmates," Axel said, making a light-hearted remark. La-La's face turned to one of disgust.

"Dude, are you even hearing yourself?" she said. Axel innocently asked, "What? Is there something wrong with what I said?"

La-La was baffled. "Yes, everything is wrong! How could you say we'll be soulmates? Look, my hair in my body is standing because of cringe," she expressed, disgusted. Axel couldn't believe her reaction.

"You're overreacting. You should be thankful to have this handsome man as your soulmate. How can you be disgusted?" Axel teased. La-La smirked.

"As if you were going to be born with that face. That's just your soul appearance, not physical," La-La retorted.

"Well, if the higher-ups love me, they'll give me this appearance even if I'm reincarnated," Axel joked. The mood lightened, and a passing doctor shockingly greeted them.

La-La point of View

As I seated here, a doctor walked past us, and I recognized him from earlier. He is the one.

"Am I wearing my hat right?" Axel asked, taking my hand and inspecting my ring. "And you're wearing your ring," he added, glancing at the doctor. I nodded, claiming my hand. "Yeah, he's a blessed one, it seems," I informed Axel. He was the same person who had bumped into me earlier.

"That's rare," Axel remarked. Curious, I teased him, "Guess what." He asked, "What?"

"He doesn't have a soulmate," I revealed. Axel looked at me in disbelief, "How can a blessed one, loved by the higher-ups, not have a soulmate? That’s rare" he questioned.

A blessed one possesses the ability to see ghosts and mythical creatures, even in invisible forms. They are loved by the higher-ups due to good deeds in their past lives. While considered cursed at times, they can foresee a little of the future or witness the past of a person. For Mythical Creature (MT), they are called blessed ones, as they are genuinely loved by the higher-ups for their ability to see the past, mythical creatures, and future. This ability allows them to accumulate fortune and luck, helping others and gaining points for a person being blessed to be reincarnated with fortune and luck. How lucky of him. He also choose to be doctor means he will continue being blessed.

"How would I know?" I replied to Axel, taking a sip of my coke and glancing at the doctor, who was sitting on another bench, looking at his phone. "He's also good-looking. It's really obvious that the higher-ups like him," I added, hearing Axel chuckle.

"Him, handsome?" Axel asked me.

"Yes," I answered. Axel continued, "He's really loved by the higher-ups, emitting a full-of-life aura. But how can someone like that be called handsome? I don't think so."

"Wait, emitting a full-of-life aura, what do you mean?" I asked Axel, curious, and watched as he took a drink. "He has a golden aura, which means he saved so many lives and is likely to live a long life. It's also quite rare for us life hunters," Axel explained.

"I thought you could only see a dark aura, meaning death, right?" I questioned.

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"We can also see life aura. Each person has a different color, and the lighter the aura, the longer they can live. If it's dark, it means they are dying soon, we are life hunter not just grim reaper" he clarified. Surprised by this new information, I playfully tapped his shoulder.

"How can you say that just now?" I exclaimed. He reacted to my slap, saying, "That hurt. You didn't ask me, you know." You reacted Bruh that’s dumb-

"You're really unbelievable," I said to him.

"He is also unbelievable; being blessed means a chance he is rich. Well, he might be rich since he is a doctor, and also it seems he is a good person, and he is given good looks. Is he human, right? Having blond hair among these people is rare," I said.

"Maybe he is a foreigner. Wait, why are you questioning his existence, and why do you care so much?" Axel asked me.

"It's not that I care; it's just I'm curious. It's also my first time seeing a good-looking man without a soulmate. Maybe a lot of girls surrounding him are heartbroken," I said.

"You—" Axel was about to say and then stopped. "What?" I asked him.

"Never mind," he said. Then suddenly, my stomach growled. Axel laughed at me.

Ghad, really? Right now, and this guy—ugh.

"Let's grab something to eat?" Axel asked me as he stopped laughing.

"Yeah, should we?" I said and drank all the coke, smashing the can with my bare hands. Then I shot it into a trashcan and stretched.

"Are you really a girl?" Axel asked me as he looked at me disgusted by what I did. He always commented on the things I do.

"Maybe I was not in my past life," I answered him. "Yeah, let's just grab some food, you know," he replied with my sarcasm.

"Okay, but let me just use the bathroom," I said to him and stood up.

A few moments later

I returned from the bathroom, having also removed my ring there. When I got back to the bench where Axel and I had been sitting, he was nowhere to be found, and my briefcase, along with the doctor guy they are gone.

"You've got to be kidding me?!" I exclaimed.

I immediately grabbed my phone from my suit pocket and dialed Axel. He answered as my phone rang.

"Where the hell are you?" I urgently asked.

"Just wait a moment; I got another mission here inside the hospital," he replied in a hurry. Before I could mention Kian, he interrupted, "No, it's not Kian." I felt relieved that he knew it wasn't that guy I am thinking. It’s scary he know s what I think but sometimes it good.

"Good luck. I'm just gonna wait here, but how can you carry my suitcase with you?" I asked him.

"Suitcase?" he questioned, sounding like he didn't know something. I couldn't believe this.

"My bag, my suitcase—it's not here on the bench," I explained.

"You didn't have a suitcase earlier. Are you hallucinating?" he asked, and I heard a lot of noise on the other line. "Axel," I called his name. It went silent for a second.

"J-j-j-just wait there," he stammered on the phone, and the call abruptly ended.

"Wait—" I tried to say but stopped, looking around.

"What does he mean? I don't have my suitcase. I really did—oh."

*Flashback

As I rush towards the room, I suddenly bump into a man - I feel myself drop to the ground. My suitcase also falls beside me, but to my surprise, I see a man bump into me, looking at me intensely. He has blond hair and blue eyes, a man with a good structure.

"What the heck?" I react to myself.

He offers a helping hand, and I look at the ring to check if I'm wearing it; indeed, I am. How can this man see me and feel me? I then glance at the doctor's eyes.

"Are you an MT?" I ask him, but he looks confused. What is wrong with this man? I look at his hand; he does not have a soulmate. He must be an MT.

"MT?" he asks. Never mind, I have no time for this! I decide to stand on my feet. I forgot to reach for his helping hand, so a silent awkwardness lingers between us. I don't know what to say, so I look at the baffled man or doctor and say, "You know what, never mind. I need to go – I'm sorry," I apologize and rush away. I hear that he has something to say, but I'm in a rush.

I am running and it seems to lengthen a little. Did I forget something?

End of Flashback

Shoot! I forgot to pick it up. I only have my gun and my phone with me. How can I be so absent-minded?

I know there is a lost and found section here, right?

As I arrive at the lost and found station inside this hospital, two nurses are working there. I rush towards them.

"Hi, good evening," I greet.

"Good evening, ma'am. Is there any problem?" one of them greets me back. I smile subtly.

"Has anyone reported finding a black suitcase?" I ask her.

"Wait a moment, ma'am. Let me see if anyone reported it to us," she says. I nod in response, and she goes to a computer, typing something.

"Ma'am, may I ask what time you lost the item?" she inquires. What time did I lose it?

"Uhmm, today between 6 pm to 7 pm – I guess," I answer. She nods and picks up a telephone, seemingly dialing someone.

I can see the nurse talking to a person on the other line, so it seems someone did find it. This hospital is so big; it seems it really has this kind of thing – the lost and found station.

Then, I see the nurse drop the call and look at me with a smile on her face.

"Your suitcase is found, ma'am. Would you mind waiting for a minute since the person who found your suitcase will arrive any minute?" she says. Oh, the don’t hold my suitcase.

"Oh, really?" I ask. She nods.

"Then I will wait any minute," I say to her. "Thanks," I add, then take a seat in front of the station.

A few moments later

For what seemed like 30 minutes, everyone in the station was smiling so much. Suddenly, I feel a presence beside me, and when I look, it's the doctor with blond hair holding my suitcase. I immediately stand up.

"Good evening," I greet him. He smiles, saying, "Good evening, miss," in his subtle yet sweet voice. He looks stern, but there's a kindness in his tone. I'm amazed for a moment but quickly focus on my suitcase.

"Oh," he reacts and immediately hands the suitcase over to me.

"Thank you so much for finding this," I express my gratitude as I receive my suitcase.

So, he was the one who found it. Why didn’t he tell me earlier.

"It's no problem. I just picked it up earlier during the accident we had," he explains.

"Oh, I forgot – I didn't properly apologize," I admit to him, but he quickly denies it.

"No, I am the one who didn't seem to apologize earlier. You were the one who seemed in a rush," he says.

What a nice guy he is, even though he looked quite scary with his cold gaze.

"It's just that I had an emergency earlier. I didn't think that someone would see and feel me," I explain, then immediately shut my mouth, realizing what I said. Why am I so dumb, revealing my identity to this man who seems to have no idea about MT?

He chuckles, breaking the awkward silence. Let's change the topic.

"You saw us earlier, why didn't you inform me about my suitcase? You already seemed to recognize me even after our little accident. You remembered me as you approached me now," I ask him. Another awkward silence falls between us. Did it seem rude?

"I wouldn't dare to disturb someone for such a trivial matter. You were talking to a man earlier and having fun; it's bad to disturb people in such a way," he explains. Oh, he means I was with Axel earlier; that's why he didn't bother. Well a good reason.

"Yeah, right," I say. If this conversation continues, it will only get more awkward.

"Tha-" I was about to say when my phone rang. I look at the doctor; he smiles and points to my phone, signaling that I should answer it. I nod and immediately pick up the phone.

"What?" I ask as I answer the phone since the person who called is Axel.

"Where are you? You really don't know how to stay still, do you?" Axel asks on the other line. Oh, this guy is unbelievable.

"Same to you. I am here in the lost and found station, you dumbass, since I lost my suitcase," I answer him. Then he ended up the call.

I am in disbelief.

"What an as-" as I am about to say, I suddenly remember something and look at the doctor in front of me.

"May I know your name?" I ask him. "Oh, I'm Zayne," he says and reaches out his hand. I immediately reach for his hand and say, "Nice to meet you, Doctor Zayne," and we let go of each other's hands.

"Once again, I would like to thank you for finding my suitcase," I express my gratitude again.

"It's no problem to me. By the way, are you coming back here?" he asks. All of a sudden?

"No -" I say, hesitating, "probably not. This is also the last time you will see me, sir Zayne," I tell him.

"Really? I haven't apologized properly for what I did earlier – you dropped down to the floor hard," he mentions. Dropped down? Did he just said dropped down?? I chuckle.

"Is there anything funny?" he asks. I smile. "No, it's nothing. Even if I am shot with a gun, I will be fine. There is nothing for you to worry about. Since you returned my suitcase, there is no problem, and also, I am the one who was in a rush earlier and accidentally bump to you," I say to him. Then I look around and notice many people staring at us. Is he famous?

"I really want to apologize for earlier," he insists. Once again, I look at him. "It is really nothing," I assure him

Then suddenly, "Lala!" a familiar voice calls me. I see Axel waving and walking toward us. Ugh, this guy.

"Where were you?" I ask him as he comes near me.

"I just had some business," he says. Suddenly, he looks at Doctor Zayne, and they exchange glances for a while. I look around to see people murmuring and appearing happy to witness something. Then I look at Axel and Doctor Zayne – they are both dazzling, blinding with beauty.

Wow, higher-ups are really unfair in distributing looks. I got the normal beauty, but these two—woah. What if I became a man? Would I also have that look on my face?

It's like Doctor Zayne is the sun, and Axel is the moon – just wow. I feel ashamed standing between these two handsome men. Should I just vanished?