𝑻𝒉𝒆 𝑮𝒊𝒓𝒍 𝑰 𝑪𝒐𝒖𝒍𝒅 𝑵𝒆𝒗𝒆𝒓 𝑯𝒂𝒗𝒆 [𝕘𝕚𝕪𝕦𝕤𝕙𝕚𝕟𝕠] (KNY)

𝒞𝒽𝒶𝓅𝓉𝑒𝓇 𝟤𝟥: 𝒲𝒽𝒶𝓉 𝐻𝒶𝓅𝓅𝑒𝓃𝑒𝒹 𝓉𝑜 𝑀𝑒

Ayumu POV:

The girl was staring up at me like I was the solution to all her problems. 

And hey, I mean, who wouldn't? Over the years I had honed my body and tried every skincare brand, perfecting my face so that is hit just the right amount of princely charm, handsomeness but yet not seeming overly cosmetic/fake. 

I don't have just a huge ego. I'm spitting facts. And I'm proving it by the way this butterfly girl is looking at me. 

I leaned over and spoke huskily into her ear. "Hey, why don't you tell me the story and I'll get us some more drinks?"

"Mm." Shinobu murmured and then downed another shot. She was adorable. Adorably stupid and adorably drunk. 

I went to the bartender and whispered some orders, then slapped a wad of cash onto the table. I'd told him to hand over drinks as soon as Shinobu had finished hers. An infinite amount. With infinite cash. He was more than happy to do it, even if he realised my intentions. 

I picked up two glasses of vodka and went back to Shinobu, who was laughing bitterly and muttering to herself. I could see two gym rats sitting near her ogling her body, but as soon as I swooped over they kept their eyes to themselves.

"Hey, beautiful. Want to tell me the story now?" I made sure to scooch over so I was practically pressing myself into her side, but she was too drunk to notice. I slung an arm around her shoulders. Be best to get her used to physical touch first.

"There's really nothing to tell." Shinobu gagged on the vodka, then finished it off. "The love of my fucking life loves me but I never.... *cough* I always hated him. I thought he was too desperate."

I picked up my glass of vodka and pretended to take a sip. I couldn't be drunk too or my plan wouldn't work. "That sounds tough." My arm dropped lower to her waist and I hummed as I pulled her in. Both mentally and physically. 

You see, I'm evil. I'm a horrible man. A horrible person. I do horrible things to people when they're not in their ideal state of mind. I do horrible, unimaginable things to drunk women especially. But it doesn't make me feel horrible. It makes me feel rather powerful. A rush of power, straight to the head as I watch Shinobu lean in to my touch. 

"But then one day.. on a mission."

"A mission?"

"Demon-slaying." she murmured. Hmm. So she was part of that Corps. I had once trained hard to be a part of it, once found demon women appealing, but the lust had lost it's touch and soon enough I pulled out. All that gory business anyways. Not my thing. I even preferred to let go of victims if they had their period going on. 

"The mission.... we fought and I abandoned him and I ignored his signal for help. When I finally got to him..." her words started slurring and I felt her control over her body slowly ease as she melted into my side. "He was half-dead. In a hooooorible state. Haha. Ugh. I think I'm going to be sick."

"It's alright, sweetheart." I gently rubbed circles into her back. Most women said that to me, but really they were just feeling certain things. Perhaps it was a gut feeling something bad was about to happen. Haha.

"I started fighting the demon. But I wasn't strong enough. I wasn't good enough. If he'd been standing still, if I hadn't arrived late, if I hadn't abandoned him in the first place, we would've won. I know we would've." Shinobu downed another glass of vodka.

"That's really unfortunate."

"Isn't it?" Her words started becoming quieter and so slurred I could barely make out the words. Lucky for me, I was used to deciphering drunk words of a drunk girl. "I was getting beat up. It was... a total... one-sided battle. He was about to land the killing blow when Tomioka acted as a... a... heh. A fucking human shield. And he went into a fucking coma, the fucking idiot. Haha."

Tomioka. So that was the guy's name. Well, I bet he isn't better looking than me. And I would say so. "Alright, but I'm more handsome than this Tomioka guy, aren't I?" I made my voice husky and low. 

"Hmm." the girl actually turned to face me and assess me. "You're blonde... which is interesting. But your eyes..." she literally went and touched my eyelids. The things drunk people do. "They aren't as blue. They aren't... the ocean."

Okay. So now she was spitting drunk people nonsense. I prepared myself to coax her into my hotel room, making a sly gesture to the bartender to stop bringing us drinks. 

"And then when he woke up from the coma, he told me he loved me. Which fucking sucked, because I still owed him his life, and I was feeling guilty. I was feeling horrible. I didn't deserve him. I still don't." Shinobu laughed bitterly. "And now he's dating his best friend, his girl best friend, Makmomo or whatever it was, and I hate that. I don't want to admit it, but I do."

"It's okay." I leaned over to whisper in her ear, "Do you feel regret? Do you want to forget about it all?"

"Yes." 

"Then come with me." I pulled her up by the hand and she followed me mindlessly out of the pub, onto the dark street, through the apartment block, and into the small, cluttered hotel room I had rented out for just a night. A simple, no-strings-attached night.

"What are we...." Shinobu swayed on the spot as I kicked aside an old suitcase. "What are we doing here?"

"You tell me." I smirked and crossed over the junk to slowly slip my hands over her waist, pulling her in into an innocent hug. It would stop being so innocent soon. "You're gorgeous, has anyone ever told you that?"

She seemed to realise what I was doing by now. Because when she turned to look up at me, her eyes were swimming with regret. "I have to do this?"

"Yes. You do."

"Then at least promise me one thing." Her body relaxed and she let me hug her, but her eyes still held painful things. "Get rid of her."

"Of who?"

"Of Makomo. She lives by the rock."

"Does she, now?"

I hummed, not listening to her but listening intently at the same time. Because if all went well, she would get her wish.

A/N: *cough cough*

EVERYONE MURDER AYUMU