“Now that seriously sounds like an addict.”
–It unsettled her, those eyes. They were similar to hers and Fujino’s, and filled her with deep unease. What was he seeing with them? Certainly not the lines of death that littered her mortal body, he was seeing something….deeper. Past the layers that she’d painstakingly set up so she wouldn’t be bothered, and yet here he was easily pushing past them like they were mere pieces of paper. Shiki didn’t like it, not in the least.
And sure enough, he only added to that fact as he rapidly closed the distance despite her best efforts to quickly lean back. She shuddered as he drew so close, hearing those words that her mind constantly whispered to her. Still, that comment towards her attire–It irked her just a little, it hadn’t entirely been an excuse after all..
“Shut up. I like this kimono.”
A sharp inhale. The way he spoke, the way he whispered and tried to coax her–It made her skin crawl, and yet it also made her hair stand on end as her pulse raced with excitement. It was tempting for certain, the idea of simply letting loose. Back then, when she’d spared those men but slashed them up without quite killing them–She had been so close to crossing that line, and Shirazumi Lio ended up causing for her to cross it regardless.
The distinct sound of steel clanking filled the air as her knife slipped into her hand.
Shiki’s eyes were a wide array of gradients, shimmering with an imminent threat as her blade swiftly pressed none too gently against his throat.
She really should know better than to threaten a guy with a good time like that.
“Or what? You’ll KILL me?”
The glint of sharpened flashed chillingly, drawing a beautifully efficient arc even someone as keen-eyed as he could barely follow. However it does nothing more than that coming to an abrupt halt at his neck and while it remained pressed hard against it, it does not even draw a drop of blood. Seemingly cowed, Nanaya leans away from her but not nearly as much as she might be hoping. No. The man moves only just so that she can get a good look at his perverse expression to emphasize the great little effect such a threat had on him. His evil eyes meet hers again and though the sight of her power, that baleful, arcane gaze is quite the treat Nanaya merely sighs and rolls his own ever so slowly as if to say he were disappointed.
And just why shouldn’t he be?
He could not possibly have provided her a better lead in and yet she’s still acting so shamefully pathetic. And for what? They both knew it wasn’t even her first time. No reason to make this so difficult.
“You know something, Shiki? You’re really starting to piss me off. But fine, since it can’t be helped, I guess I’ll give you a hand. Here. Let me remind you...”
Seductive lips whisper huskily the words like a hiss as he slides slender fingers from her shoulder and along the sleeve of her prized jacket to take hold her wrist that was pushing the knife against his throat. He squeezes it hard then slowly...forcefully...begins to guide the blade away from his neck.....
“...Just how AMAZING it feels.”
.....And begins to carve a shallow, thin line down the side of his own neck with it.
Before she could do something as silly as try to pull away or strike him, his arm would snake itself around her crushing her free arm against her side as he pulled her into a painfully tight embrace that he kept locked in by reaching up to roughly grab a fistful of her silky raven tresses, forcing her to once again look into those hateful eyes that seemed to violate the very depths of her soul.
“Seriously just how long do you think you can keep this half-assed way of living up? Aren’t you ashamed of yourself? If you’re human, you must take responsibility for who you are and live true to yourself and that starts by accepting yourself as you are...as well as the things you’ve done. Haha. But you knew such an obvious thing already, didn’t you? So don’t buy into silly little white lies like some naïve fool baring your sins for you just to justify your continued exist as you have. In the first, why should you suffer so much just for being who you are? There’s no need to feel ashamed about how happy you were trying out your first ‘lipstick’...or how much you enjoyed slicing those men up in that alley... nor is there any reason atone for that worthless scum you hacked to pieces in that warehouse. ”
His smile widens as he felt her already racing pulse begin to hasten even more under his touch. Oh yes. He was really under her skin now and was loving every bit of just how right it felt to be there.
“That’s right, Shiki. Those parts of you are indeed sinful, however, they are still a part of the human that is Ryougi Shiki. And unlike that man they’re the parts of you I like the most. So don’t hold back. Go mad. Degrade yourself. Tear yourself apart between that line of what you know shouldn’t do...”
Suddenly, the tip of blade sinks deeper, burrowing into his shoulder, towards warmth, and blood begins to flow. Crimson life spreads over the skin of their connected hands and he brings his face closer, almost enough for their lips to touch.
“...And what you really want to do.”
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