VULTURES. (FyoShibu / ShibuFyo AU)

CHAPTER II.

Shibusawa spent the night tossing and turning, unable to sleep. His mind raced with thoughts of escape, but he knew he had to keep a level head. In the morning, Fyodor arrived once again, a smug smile on his face. Without wasting any time, he threw an envelope towards Shibusawa, who caught it just in time.

"Your next task," Fyodor said. "It's a simple one, really. Inside this envelope are instructions for yet another analysis, but this time, it's a bit different."

Shibusawa opened the envelope and pulled out a set of instructions. As he read through them, his eyes widened in surprise. These were... business proposals, complete with financial reports and detailed plans. But why did Fyodor want him to analyze these? And most importantly, what would he do with this information once it was analyzed?
Sensing his confusion, Fyodor leaned in closer. "You see, my friend, these proposals hold the keys to great power. Once you've figured out their worth, you can make a recommendation as to which one should be pursued."
Shibusawa couldn't believe what he was hearing. Was Fyodor asking him to choose which business proposal he should fund? The implications of this task were massive, and the responsibility was overwhelming. But he had no choice but to play along. He nodded his head in agreement.
Fyodor's smile widened, and he clapped his hands together. "Excellent, excellent. I knew you were the right man for this job. I expect a thorough analysis of each proposal and your recommendations by tomorrow morning. If you succeed, I'll have a special treat for you. But if you fail..." His voice trailed off, a chill running down Shibusawa's spine.

With these words, Fyodor stood up and walked towards the door. Before exiting, he turned back to Shibusawa with a final warning. "Remember, my friend, I'm watching your every move. Do not disappoint me." And with that, he was gone, leaving Shibusawa alone once again in the dimly lit room. As the door slammed shut, Shibusawa felt a sense of dread wash over him. Fyodor's words were like a constant threat, reminding him that he was in danger. But he couldn't afford to dwell on terror now. He had work to do. With a deep breath, he steeled himself and began to analyze the proposed plans, carefully considering each detail and potential outcome. The future, and possibly his own life, depended on it.

As the hours ticked by, Shibusawa worked tirelessly, pouring over every data point and nuance of each proposal. His mind was like a machine, processing information at an astonishing pace. He had always been good at understanding business tactics, but now he found himself pushed to his limits. The deadline was approaching faster than he had hoped.

Finally, as the night deepened, Shibusawa finished reviewing the proposals. He collapsed back into his chair, physically and mentally exhausted. But as he stared at the ceiling, his tired eyes fixated on the task at hand. He needed to make a recommendation as to which proposal Fyodor should pursue. This decision could have dire consequences if it went wrong. But if it went right... Shibusawa pushed those thoughts away. It was time to think, not dream...
After several minutes of deliberation, Shibusawa made his choice. He carefully wrote down his analysis and recommendation for each proposal, making sure to highlight the risks and rewards of each option. As the clock struck midnight, he placed the papers back into the envelope and waited for Fyodor's return.
In the early hours of the morning, Fyodor returned, his eyes gleaming with anticipation. He retrieved the envelope from Shibusawa, his gaze fixated on the contents inside. After skimming through the pages, Fyodor's smile widened. "Excellent work, my friend," he said, his voice filled with satisfaction. "I must say, I'm impressed with your analysis. You've shown great promise in this task."

As Shibusawa studied Fyodor's appearance, he couldn't help but notice the air of mystery that surrounded him. His dark purple eyes were piercing, their gaze cold and calculating. His attire, though formal, had a hint of eccentricity, and his messy hair added to his enigmatic persona. Despite his youthful appearance, there was an undeniable aura of power and intelligence around Fyodor. As Shibusawa continued to observe Fyodor, he found himself becoming intrigued by his appearance. Despite the danger and unknown intentions behind the man, Shibusawa couldn't deny that there was something captivating about him. His sharp, purplish-black eyes betrayed a sense of intelligence and power, while his long black coat only added to his enigmatic charm. The more Shibusawa looked at him, the more he found himself drawn to Fyodor in an unexpected way. Fyodor chuckled as he noticed the look in Shibusawa's eyes. "You like what you see, my friend?" 

His voice held a hint of amusement, as if he knew the effect he was having on Shibusawa. Despite the ominous situation, Shibusawa couldn't help but feel a flicker of unexpected attraction. Shibusawa tried to suppress his thoughts, reminding himself of the danger Fyodor posed, but the attraction remained. It was a confusing and unexpected feeling, one that he wanted to push away but couldn't. Trying to change the subject, he asked, "What's the plan now?" 
His voice was steady, giving no hint of his conflicting emotions. He refused to let Fyodor know the effect he was having on him.
Fyodor's smirk widened, as if he knew exactly what was going through Shibusawa's  mind, but he didn't comment on it further. Instead, he responded to his question. "The plan now is for you to rest and recover. You've done well completing your tasks so far."
He reached into his pocket and pulled out a small bottle filled with white pills. He extended it towards Shibusawa. "Take these. They'll help you relax and get some much-needed rest."
Shibusawa eyed the bottle cautiously. Were these drugs? Or just medicine? He didn't have much choice at this point but to trust Fyodor's word. After all, he had done what he was asked so far, and there seemed to be no harm in taking some pills for rest. He reached for the bottle and popped a few into his mouth, swallowing them down with some water.

As the pills took effect, Shibusawa felt a wave of exhaustion wash over him. His body grew heavy and his mind began to blur. He tried to fight the drowsiness but eventually succumbed, falling into a deep, dreamless sleep. Fyodor watched him closely, his eyes taking in the sight of the sleeping man before him. A satisfied smile played on his lips.
As the hours passed, Shibusawa remained unconscious. Every so often, Fyodor would check on him, making sure the pills were working as intended. In the silence of the night, he thought about his plans for Shibusawa and his growing feelings of attraction towards him. It was unexpected, the way he found himself drawn to Shibusawa. There was something about his intelligence and power that intrigued Fyodor, something that went beyond just a means to an end. He couldn't deny the thrill he felt in watching Shibusawa work and the satisfaction he got from seeing him asleep before him. But he knew that these feelings could be dangerous. He could not afford to let himself get distracted from his ultimate goal.