VULTURES. (FyoShibu / ShibuFyo AU)

CHAPTER I.

Shibusawa awoke in a dimly lit room, disoriented and confused. He tried to make out his surroundings, but the darkness obscured any details. Suddenly, a figure materialized before him, the same man who had captured him. Fyodor Dostoevsky, the enigmatic Russian mastermind, stood before him with a chilling smile on his face.

Fyodor's voice was calm and composed, betraying no emotion. "Ah, you're awake. We have much to discuss." Shibusawa's mind raced, trying to make sense of the situation. He stared back at Fyodor, determined not to show his fear. Fyodor's gaze never wavered as he continued to speak. "You see, my dear friend, you have become quite useful to me. I require your skills and connections in the business world, and I have a few tasks for you that only you can accomplish."

Shibusawa couldn't believe what he was hearing. He had been captured and now was being ordered to perform tasks for this man? He tried to protest, to resist, but Fyodor's aura of power and control made him feel powerless. For now, he had no choice but to listen and try to stay alive. Fyodor leaned in closer, his voice dropping to a whisper. "You may be wondering why I chose you specifically. Well, you've got quite the reputation, and your ambition has taken you to great heights. However, I am going to use that ambition to my advantage."
Shibusawa's heart pounded in his chest as he listened to Fyodor's words. He knew he couldn't let fear consume him, but the sense of helplessness in this situation was overwhelming. He tried to gather his thoughts, tried to think of a plan to escape this nightmare. Fyodor's smile widened, as if sensing Shibusawa's turmoil. "Fear not, my dear friend," he said, gesturing towards a chair in the room. "Take a seat, and let us chat about your first assignment."

Reluctantly, Shibusawa took a seat, his eyes darting around the room, searching for any weaknesses or means of escape. Fyodor pulled out a file from a nearby table and sat across from Shibusawa, his demeanor relaxed and nonchalant. Fyodor opened the file, revealing various documents, newspapers, and reports. He handed them to Shibusawa, who hesitantly took them and started skimming through them. The documents covered recent news and business headlines, some highlighting controversial deals and mergers. It seemed that Fyodor wanted him to analyze this information for... something. Fyodor leaned back in his chair, watching Shibusawa intently. "Take your time, my friend. I need you to analyze these materials and provide insights. Think of it as a test of your skills. If you do this well, we'll continue our partnership. But if you fail..." His voice trailed off, and his smile vanished, replaced by a cold stare. Shibusawa understood the implied threat. Failure would mean certain death, and there was no way he was going down without a fight. He steeled himself and began reading through the documents, analyzing every bit of information he could find. As he read, Shibusawa couldn't help but feel a sense of unease. These documents seemed innocuous enough, but there must be something hidden within them that Fyodor wanted. What was the endgame here? Despite his fears, he had no choice but to play along, at least for now.

After a long and meticulous analysis, Shibusawa finally looked up from the last document. He had found anomalies, patterns, and connections between some of the businesses mentioned. Was this what Fyodor had wanted? He looked up cautiously at the enigmatic mastermind before him, waiting for his reaction. Fyodor leaned forwards, a glimmer of interest in his eyes. "Well, well, my friend, it seems you possess a keen intellect. Your analysis has indeed uncovered something quite interesting. I believe you may have earned yourself a reprieve."
Shibusawa's heart leapt in his chest at Fyodor's words. Could this be his chance to escape? Or was this just another ploy to keep him compliant? Unsure of what to do or say, he simply nodded in acknowledgment. Fyodor's smile returned, a sinister gleam in his eyes. "For now, your task is complete, but do not think you are off the hook yet. We have much more work to do, my friend, and I expect nothing but absolute compliance from you. Understand?"
Shibusawa swallowed his fear and nodded again. "Yes, understood," he said, his voice barely above a whisper. He had no choice but to play along, for now, but he was determined to find a way out of this nightmarish situation.
Fyodor's gaze linger on Shibusawa for a few moments, his icy eyes piercing into him. Then he stood up and walked towards the door. "Good. Now, rest. We will begin your next task tomorrow. Do not try anything foolish, my friend. I'll be watching."
Shibusawa remained seated, listening to Fyodor's footsteps fade away. Once he was alone, he let out a deep sigh of relief. For now, he was safe, but he knew this was only the beginning. What other sinister schemes had Fyodor planned, and what part did Shibusawa have to play in them? Only time would tell.
As he sat in the dimly lit room, his mind raced with possibilities and plans. Shibusawa knew he needed to stay sharp, to stay one step ahead of Fyodor. But for now, all he could do was wait and hope that, somehow, he would find a way to escape this hell.