Author's Note: Thank you to the Little Angels who have cast Overlord Tickets or provided Nutrient solution~
Little Angel who gave [Landmines]: Accidental accident 1;
Little Angels who provided Nutrient solution:
Snare "Suo Bu Zhu Si" 1 bottle;
Thank you all so much for your support, I will continue to work hard!
Chapter 118: Chapter 113 "Now," Gin announced..
Akai Shuichi sat down in the seat beside Gin.
He didn't order anything—Gin was not surprised in the slightest; in fact, it would only be surprising if he were in the mood to order something.
“Didn't expect me to come?” When they spoke, in the vast majority of cases, it was Akai Shuichi who broke the silence first.
This time, it seemed to be no exception.
However, both of them knew in their hearts what kind of turmoil lay hidden beneath this seemingly harmonious scene.
Naturally, being able to maintain this surface-level calm instead of a tense confrontation was, in fact, something that came as a slight surprise to them both.
The past is in the past, illusions will never be mistaken for reality.
It's just that those things that once existed.. will not vanish so easily with the revelation of the Truth.
Akai Shuichi heard a sigh rising from the depths of his heart, along with a faint, surging sorrow.
It wasn't heavy—yet it was lingering.
"I think the one who should be more surprised is you," Gin said nonchalantly, as piercingly accurate as ever.
It was indeed quite a surprise—to this extent.
"That is true," Akai Shuichi nodded with great solemnity.
After those words were spoken, both fell into silence.
The background music in the Bar began to change, turning into passionate rock music that ignited the passion of the young man and woman.
“You looked for me.. is there something you need?” Akai Shuichi turned his head toward the person beside him and asked tentatively.
This sense of déjà vu felt somewhat amusing to him, as if everything had circled back to the starting point.
When they first met, he had tested Gin in this way as well—though the words he used then were different from the ones he used now—and the other man's reaction was truly unforgettable for a lifetime.
He wondered how much weight such a "deeply etched" first encounter would hold in his future "longing."
He chuckled inwardly, choosing not to dwell on those questions. "Are you here to arrest me?"
"That's a boring question." If it really were the case, Akai Shuichi was no idiot; how could he possibly walk straight into a trap?
Gin offered no comment, instead asking in return, "And you? Are you here to arrest me?"
Of course not; no matter how confident he was, Akai Shuichi knew that going alone to 'arrest' Gin was not a good idea.
The black-haired FBI agent really wanted to laugh, but in the end, he could only answer with a sigh, "Not this time."
It once was.
Gin was not surprised by this.
The Truth has already been revealed; no matter how much one maintains a surface-level peace, it is nothing more than a false mirage.
However, they were quite in sync.
The two looked at each other, thinking the same thing at the same time.
..
"I heard you moved." Akai Shuichi touched the cocktail in front of him; the brilliantly colored liquid carried a faint fragrance, a cold sensation spread the moment his fingertip touched the side of the glass.
Gin's gaze swept over that blood-red Singapore Sling, for some reason, he felt as if he were being teased.
It must be an illusion, he thought, before adding nonchalantly, "Looking at it now, this approach is quite wise."
Akai Shuichi: "……"
He let out a helpless, light chuckle, his voice hoarse, his Green eyes deep: "That book.. have you flipped through it since then?"
“……” Gin was slightly dazed. "Which one?"
It seems he didn't find it. Akai Shuichi thought, unable to tell for a moment whether he felt relieved or disappointed.
Forget it.." He made a simple conclusion, "Forget it.
Gin frowned slightly, silently making a note of this matter in his heart, but showing nothing on his face.
Actually, I find it a bit strange.." Akai Shuichi tilted his head, asking the question he wanted to ask, though he didn't necessarily require an answer: "Why did you suddenly start suspecting me?
Gin raised an eyebrow. "Is it even necessary?"
Indeed, there isn't." The young FBI Agent smiled, a warmth appearing in his cold green eyes because of the smile. "But I want to know.
Oh.." Gin nodded as if it were a serious matter, the corners of his mouth curling into a slight arc that conveyed something more than just a wicked sense of humor—it was pure mockery. "Then keep on thinking about it.
Akai Shuichi: ".."
She pressed a hand to her forehead, speechless. "To be honest, Gin, you really are.."
Pausing, the black-haired youth seemed still unable to find the right adjective: "Really.. very.. very special."
".. That doesn't sound like a compliment," Gin remarked dryly, his green eyes sweeping across his nemesis's face.
“But to be honest—I quite like you.” This sentence flowed much more smoothly. Akai Shuichi tilted his head slightly, his tone as casual as if he were saying, "I bought a few cabbages today," leaving it unclear whether this like was merely an expression of his affection, or—
Or perhaps it held a deeper meaning.
I quite like you." Akai Shuichi lowered his gaze slightly, his hand gripping the wine glass so tightly that the knuckles of his thumb and index finger turned slightly pale. "That part is the truth.
She lowered her head, Gin could not make out her expression, nor could he see the ripples within her green eyes.
“Is that so..” Gin said nonchalantly. He didn't express whether he believed it or not; it didn't matter.
There were many who said they loved him, even more who wished he were dead, but those capable of truly affecting him were few and far between.
And today, he sat here with Akai Shuichi, their conversation feeling like a mix of casual chat and probing. Ultimately, it was not because of those boring emotions, but because Akai Shuichi was a man capable of posing a threat to him.
He let out a weary click of his tongue and turned his head to look at that man: "I really couldn't tell."
You didn't hesitate when you made your move." Gin's expression remained unchanged, but the mocking smile playing on the corners of his lips was particularly unusual. "Just like I.. I won't hesitate when I make my move.
“That's true.” The Black-haired agent nodded, letting out a faint, bitter smile before draining the cocktail in his hand.
The cool liquid was refreshing, sweet, tart, yet it did not mask the inherent bitterness of the alcohol. As he moved, the large ice ball bumped against the walls of the glass, making the hand holding the wine glass feel even colder.
After drinking it all in one gulp, he didn't even glance at the glass in his hand, casually setting it down before staring straight at Gin with his green eyes.
Clear, bright, cold, sharp.
Gin raised an eyebrow slightly at the blade-like, piercing gaze, a hint of interest surfacing on his face.
Akai Shuichi." The former FBI Agent who was once Rye spoke his real name to his future Nemesis: "This is my name.
Gin shot him a glance.
Although he had known for a long time.. but—
This way of introducing oneself.. is quite unexpected.
That name sounds better than 'Moroboshi Dai'," Gin remarked indifferently. "It seems your ability to name things is inferior to your parents.
This reaction was clearly not within Akai Shuichi's expectations, a hint of helplessness appeared on his solemn expression after that sentence, then—
“Gin.” Gin suddenly looked up, his features sharp and clear.
One was a Black Organization high-level member with blood on his hands, the other was an FBI agent upholding justice.
At this moment, two pairs of Green eyes, similar in color yet seemingly worlds apart in essence, faced each other.
In this moment, they could almost see their own reflections in each other's eyes.
The moment Akai Shuichi realized this, a rare sense of relief surged within him.
This.. counts as getting to know each other again, I suppose.
To get to know each other again, with our true identities.
Whether friend or foe.. even if our positions are opposed.
At least this time, the one facing you is the real me.
Thinking of this, Akai Shuichi lowered his gaze slightly and let out a soft sigh, recalling the doubt and dissuasion from his Colleague when he had left earlier—
I'm afraid I cannot stay much longer.
Even if he wanted to.
Just as he was about to take his leave, he suddenly sensed a shadow approaching. Akai Shuichi looked up in surprise, the first thing he saw was not the green eyes of the person opposite him, but rather his long hair, which fell loosely like moonlight.
Neon lights coated it with a magnificent halo, yet they could not conceal its true color.
The silver-haired Master blinked, a shimmer dancing within his jade-like green eyes as he let out a soft chuckle from his throat and spoke slowly.
Too close.
The distance was too close.
Akai Shuichi could clearly see Gin's long eyelashes and the nasal undertone hidden within his deep voice.
Was he having a cold?
At this moment, his usually rational brain began to function sluggishly, the first thought to surface was one completely unrelated to the situation.
“Rum will move soon—if you don't hurry, prepare to die in Japan,” the Silver-haired youth warned.
“Are you worried about me?” Akai Shuichi raised an eyebrow at him, his Green eyes shimmering.
He brought a handgun.
You only noticed this?
"I know the Black Organization definitely won't let me go—and coincidentally, I don't plan on letting it go either." The truth blurted out was clearly ill-timed; if Gin were truly loyal, he would likely have made his move by now.