"Do it, Angel, I dare you. Do both of us a favor." -- You know exactly who it's from and who it's for. >:^)
Nene never hesitated, and that's what made her good at what she did. But here she was, her hand wavering, shaking like it had done once all those years ago when she first held a gun, before she took up the title of Hunter. The silver filigree muzzle of her gun was still pressed against Hanako's forehead, the mother-of-pearl handle in sweating palm, her finger resting on the trigger, but it had been several long seconds stretching into the night and she still hadn't pulled it.
"You don't want that," she finally tried to scoff, but it came out strained. Nene hated that. She hated that he could find his way into her heart despite being her enemy, despite him asking her to rid the world of his existence. And maybe this was simple masochism -- keeping him alive. Maybe it would actually be easier to kill him and never think of him again. But she knew there would always be that part of her that would keep wondering. About him, about what he told her, about the unspoken feelings -- she didn’t miss the tender look in his eyes. The look that she kept telling herself recently had to be a trick.
"You never answered my questions, vampire," she added, forcing her voice to be firm. And to punctuate just how serious she was, she pushed her gun against his forehead harder. And she imagined it had to have made an indent in Hanako's skin by now. But she couldn't let this go -- couldn't let him go -- until she was satisfied. Not until she got her answers and either killed him or -- or what? They lived happily ever after? She really didn’t know, but she intended to find out. And maybe if she used some of her dogged perseverance, Hanako would relent. Maybe they could have what they both wanted. Tough chance.
