Shinobu’s eyes narrowed as she studied me, her sharp gaze unwavering. "If you’re so confident, then why haven’t you killed him already? Why wait?" she repeated, her tone a razor’s edge, cutting through any attempt to deflect her question.
I leaned in slightly, a small, amused smile playing at my lips. "If you’re good at something, never do it for free," I replied smoothly, letting the words hang in the air, deliberately vague and tinged with provocation.
Her brows furrowed, and her lips pressed into a thin line. For a moment, there was silence as she processed my response, her expression unreadable. Then, she let out a soft sigh, her voice calm yet tinged with suspicion. "What is the price I need to pay?"
I raised an eyebrow, genuinely intrigued by her composure and pragmatism. "Oh, you’re unexpectedly cooperative," I remarked, the smile on my face widening as I leaned back slightly, maintaining the air of casual confidence.
Shinobu straightened her posture, her hands loosely clasped in front of her as she replied, "If not dying means I can still watch Doma beg for mercy before he dies, then yes, I’d rather consider alternatives. If your terms are reasonable, I’m willing to listen."
Her pragmatic response caught me slightly off guard, though I didn’t let it show. She was no fool—her mind was as sharp as her blade, and she clearly wasn’t going to let her emotions cloud her judgment entirely. I couldn’t help but respect her for that.
I tilted my head, feigning a thoughtful expression. "Alright, I’ll give you my terms. But promise not to be too shocked."
"Just say it," Shinobu replied flatly, her patience visibly thinning.
I chuckled softly before finally speaking. "If you become my lover, I’ll kill him for you."
For a moment, there was silence as the words sank in. Shinobu’s expression froze, her eyes widening ever so slightly before narrowing in disbelief. Her lips parted, but no sound came out immediately. When she finally found her voice, it was dry and laced with irritation. "...I’ll be going now."
She turned on her heel, clearly ready to end the conversation.
"Wait, wait, I was just joking!" I called after her, holding up my hands in mock surrender. "Don’t be so hasty, Shinobu. That was my attempt at humor—perhaps a poor one."
Shinobu stopped but didn’t turn around immediately. She crossed her arms over her chest, glancing at me over her shoulder with a mixture of annoyance and curiosity. "Then what is the real price?"
I grinned, lowering my hands. "Your blood."
Her eyebrows shot up, and she fully turned back to face me, her expression now a mix of skepticism and intrigue. "My blood?" she repeated, her tone cautious.
"Yes," I confirmed with a nod. "You haven’t forgotten, have you? I told you before—I’m a vampire."
Shinobu raised an eyebrow. "I remember. But what does that have to do with my blood?"
I took a step closer, my voice dropping slightly, adding a touch of dramatic flair. "Your blood, Shinobu, is something extraordinary. Thanks to the wisteria you’ve infused into it, it’s unlike anything else. To me, it’s the finest vintage, a beverage so rare and exquisite it’s almost intoxicating just to think about it."
She blinked, caught off guard by the poetic way I described it. "You’re saying... my blood is like alcohol to you?"
"Not just any alcohol," I corrected. "The highest quality, the rarest brew. A taste so perfect it could make even the gods jealous."
Shinobu’s cheeks flushed faintly, though she quickly masked her embarrassment. "That’s an odd way to flatter someone, Alex-san," she said dryly.
"Not flattery," I replied with a slight smirk. "Just honesty. If you let me drink your blood—just a little—I’ll take care of Doma for you. Consider it a small price for what you’ll gain in return."
Shinobu tilted her head, considering my words carefully. She wasn’t one to make hasty decisions, even in the face of something as tempting as revenge. "And what guarantee do I have that you’ll keep your word?"
"My word is all you need," I said firmly, meeting her gaze. "I don’t break promises, Shinobu. If I say I’ll kill Doma, I will. And I won’t rest until he’s dead at my feet."
Her violet eyes searched mine, looking for any hint of deception. After a moment, she sighed, running a hand through her hair. "You’re quite the negotiator, aren’t you?"
"I prefer to think of myself as persuasive," I replied with a grin.
Shinobu shook her head, a small, reluctant smile tugging at the corners of her lips. "Fine. If it’s just my blood, then I’ll consider it. But only a little at a time. And only because I don’t have a better option right now."
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