ChinaxMedium!Reader

  "You've had a rough life..." You whispered softly, confused at the Chinese man who suddenly called you up to get a reading for the dead. But for some reason, he was completely obscure to the other clients you've had. He had the wisdom of philosophers who died ages ago and the souls that surrounded him...

  None of them held any relations to him whatsoever. And what was even more strange, many were crying out different things, wearing various different outfits from different periods in his assumed home-country.

  Soldiers who were mutilated. Ancient emperors. Those of the Red Scarf. Ancient warriors. Anything you could imagine, a history laying before you without your knowledge.

  "Who exactly did you want me to call?" You asked, silently, looking towards him. "There are so many. More come each second it's overwhelming..."

  "Sir, who exactly...what are you...?" His hands slid softly into yours, his chocolate eyes staring deeply into yours. It was as if his gaze locked yours into place with his.

  "I want you to find someone for me...a young man...Italian...brown hair with random ones sticking out. He was a special friend when I was growing up aru..."

  You nodded and tried to single people out. It was harder with him, there were so many. After a few moments of continual silence, you believe you found the man. "He looks like a...Roman man..."

  "Yes!" He said, finally clicking. "That's him!"

  "He looks like a goofball."

  The man chuckled, nodding his head. As you continued explaining the man, he became more elated. "Can you tell me how he died aru?"

  "You don't know...?"

  "No, he was in Italy when he passed." He said softly. "I never got word on how aru."

  You waited and watched. A second man, long blond hair and crestfallen green-blue eyes shoving it in his stomach. "Someone killed him...blond hair...long like, very long."

  "I get it..." He murmured in a low voice. "Thank you so much for the help."

  He stood up to leave, as did you. "I never caught your name."

  Before he left, he turned around and lipped something, making your eyes widen to the side of your stomach.

  'China.'