VULTURES. (FyoShibu / ShibuFyo AU)

CHAPTER IV.

Shibusawa sat in his room, staring down at the list of targets Fyodor had given him. It contained five names, each one a stranger to Shibusawa. He sighed to himself as he began to memorize the names and information attached to each one. There was no turning back now. He had to play Fyodor's twisted game. Shibusawa's mind began to race as he thought of a strategy. How could he use his charm and intelligence to win over these strangers? He knew he needed to figure out their weaknesses and use them to manipulate them into doing what he wanted. He made a mental note to research each target thoroughly, looking for any vulnerabilities he could exploit.

Hours passed as Shibusawa researched each target, delving into their backgrounds and personal lives. He found out their fears, hopes, and dreams, anything that could give him an advantage in his game. He also began to concoct a fake persona, a charming and charismatic version of himself that would seem believable to the targets. Then, Fyodor walked into the room Shibusawa was in.
Shibusawa looked up from his research as Fyodor entered the room. He had been so deep in thought that he hadn't even heard him enter. "What is it now?" he asked, irritation creeping into his voice. Fyodor smiled smugly at Shibusawa's tone. "Now, now, there's no need to be so snippy, my friend. I just came to check on your progress." Shibusawa gritted his teeth but managed to keep his voice low. "I'm making progress if that's what you want to know. I've researched each target and come up with a plan to manipulate them." Fyodor's grin widened. "Ah, very good, my dear. I knew you were the right person for this task. I do not doubt that you'll succeed in winning them over."

Shibusawa tried to ignore the weird feeling in his chest as Fyodor's words sank in. He didn't want to think about why he was feeling so drawn to the man, but he couldn't deny the pull he felt. He quickly pushed those thoughts away and focused back on the task at hand. Despite his inner turmoil, Shibusawa knew he had to keep a cool head. He was already in enough trouble as it was, and he couldn't afford any distractions. He needed to focus on his plan and make sure he didn't let his emotions get in the way. He looked up at Fyodor, schooling his face into a neutral expression. "I'll do my best to win them over, as you requested. Is there anything else you need from me?" Fyodor chuckled, a smirk playing at the corner of his lips. "Ah, you're always so eager to please, my friend. But for now, that's all. Keep working on your plan and make sure you don't slip up, or we might have to move on to the consequences part of our deal." Shibusawa felt a pang of fear at the mention of consequences, but he knew there was no use arguing with Fyodor. "I won't slip up," he said, his voice firm. "I'll make sure my plan is flawless." Fyodor's smile widened once again, his eyes glinting with satisfaction. "Good, good. I expect nothing less from you, my dear. Keep working on your plan and report back to me whenever you have updates. And remember, I'll be watching every move you make, just to ensure you stay on track." Shibusawa nodded, trying to ignore the unease that settled in his stomach. He knew he had to be careful with every move he made, knowing that Fyodor was always watching. He needed to stay focused and keep his emotions in check, or he would pay the price.

With one last smirk, Fyodor turned and walked out of the room. The door slammed shut behind him, leaving Shibusawa alone once again. He leaned back in his chair and closed his eyes, letting out a deep breath. This game was going to be more difficult than he had initially thought. But he had no choice but to play, no matter the cost. As Shibusawa sat in silence, he allowed his mind to wander. His thoughts kept creeping back to Fyodor and the weird connection he felt towards him. He tried to shake it off, telling himself it was just his imagination, but the feeling persisted. He couldn't deny the fact that he was oddly drawn to Fyodor, despite his obvious flaws. Shibusawa cursed himself for even considering such thoughts. He was in enough trouble as it was, getting involved with Fyodor would only make things worse. But still, the feeling refused to go away. He found himself thinking about Fyodor's cold smile, his icy eyes, and the way his voice sent chills down his spine. Shibusawa knew he needed to focus on the task at hand, but he couldn't help but dwell on these thoughts. He tried to convince himself that it was just a normal reaction to being around someone so powerful and charismatic, but deep down, he knew it was more than that. He was attracted to Fyodor, despite knowing it was a bad idea.