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Chapter 150: The Duel of the Heaven-Sent Talents
Who do you like?
This is a good question.
Gin raised an eyebrow and asked quite sincerely, "Why would you think that I have someone I like?"
Sheila's mouth twitched. He leaned back slightly, creating distance between himself and this man who was not worth flirting with. "Don't tell me.. you don't have eyes for any of them?"
The beautiful girl silently gave an eye roll, her lips twitching as she muttered, "Your standards are a bit too high."
Although her Brother is a heartbreaker and her Parents have uninhibited personalities, even she, with a face that stuns everyone, has more or less a few blooming peach blossoms around her.
—This whole family is cut from the same cloth.
However, even so, Sheila, who considered himself well-traveled and experienced, felt that among the people Gin had enticed, they were all of good quality—no, they were all sincere—yet he didn't take a single one of them to be worthy of his interest.. It seemed a bit strange.
Little Fairy stared at Gin with dissatisfaction, asking curiously in a tone that could only be described as innocent and naive, "Isn't there even one person who makes your heart flutter even a little bit?"
Gin..
The performance of the person opposite made Sheila's eyes light up. She sat back down in her seat, clutching her Milk, her eyes shining brightly. "Tell me, which one is it?"
The wine glass in Gin's hands shook slightly, leaving him momentarily speechless.
He couldn't understand it either—was he really that close to Sheila? Why had she so casually turned the atmosphere of the crime scene into a symposium?
Over here, Gin was still questioning his very existence, while over there, Sheila had already started making wild guesses.
I think it's her—the childhood friend, the one who supported each other, the white moonlight by your window, the cinnabar mole in your heart that I'll turn into my life.." Sheila couldn't help but sigh emotionally, "Tsk, tsk, tsk.. I can do this!
She let out a shout like a fangirl, looking up at Gin with sincere eyes, as if urging him without words.
Gin: …………
He stopped Sheila's increasingly wild imagination with a hint of helplessness, saying, "Don't drag his into this."
As soon as these words were spoken, the Silver-haired man paused slightly. He lowered his eyes and reiterated it once more, his voice slightly strained, yet his tone was inexplicably certain:
Don't drag his into this.
Sheila's eyes flashed.
Although Little Fairy boldly pushed the limits of Gin's patience, she truly had no intention of seeking his own death.
So a few seconds later, the girl returned to her usual expression. She slightly curled the corners of her lips and smoothly changed the subject: "Setting aside the childhood friend topic, shall we talk about Tianjiangxi?"
“Rye—no, how about that Silver Bullet from the FBI?” Sheila rested his chin on one hand, his elbow propped against the arm of the Sofa, a meaningful smile on his face.
Gin blinked, giving a nod of approval to Sheila's sharpness.
Speaking of which.. there are really not many people who can discover the entanglement between him and Akai Shuichi.
Sheila might not know for certain, but she must have had a vague foreboding, which is why she brought up Akai Shuichi at this moment.
It was just—
How much of this was curiosity, how much was testing?
Gin had no intention of investigating; after all, it made no difference to him.
Perhaps it was because things had been too oppressive lately, or perhaps it was because he had been drinking just now.
For a brief moment, Gin thought it wouldn't be so bad to have someone to listen to his venting, to serve as an emotional trash can.
This thought really only existed for a single moment.
—But it was enough.
The Silver-haired man tilted his head slightly and set down the wine glass in his hand, his cold green eyes glimmering with a faint, mocking smile as he stared directly at Sheila for a while.
That person felt a numbness spreading across his scalp, a cold sweat began to bead on his forehead.
No way? Sheila wondered silently: Did I really step on a landmine?
After a long silence, Gin averted his gaze and, in an unprecedented move, actually responded to Sheila's question: "If you are referring to Akai Shuichi.."
Actually, I think he is quite an interesting person.
..
“She and I are matched rivals, suited for clashing head-on.. between us, there are likely many similarities, right?” The Silver-haired man tilted his head slightly, his tone unusually uncertain, “However—”
Our natures are different.
Many times, Gin felt that he and Akai Shuichi.. were quite a perfect match.
This compatibility is not only reflected when they are partners, but also when they are opponents.
This so-called "Nemesis" he had known from books had encountered him once before during their youth, a meeting that Gin had looked upon with great disdain at the time.
However, Akai Shuichi was constantly growing.
Gin had vaguely witnessed this, from a fleeting glimpse years later when he saw him again, to his reluctant acknowledgment during a Mission Evaluation, to the exchange of gifts in the form of firearms and bullets.
Their interactions were filled with probing and danger, intertwined with endless violence and bloodshed, making it nearly impossible to distinguish how much was genuine and how much was pretense.
However, they were both people who loved danger.
Their blood surged with a readiness for danger; what appeared to others as a mission akin to walking a tightrope was, in their eyes, as addictive as a Poppy.
They also love challenges, enjoy taking on powerful enemies, possess an instinctive interest and fondness for opponents who are their equals.
To the point where, many times, Gin wondered whether Akai Shuichi's obsession with him stemmed from hostility, from love, or from his innate love for danger.
The former two are directed at Gin himself, while the latter is merely a preference of his.
After all, in the so-called Plot, in a parallel world where the two finally met only after a 700-yard sniper shot, Akai Shuichi was also very concerned about Gin's existence.
—and made many problematic remarks.
Rather than a guess of love at first sight or lust at first sight, Gin felt more like the eagerness of meeting a worthy opponent, a natural attraction.
—After all, he has never had any experience with falling in love at first sight or being driven by lust at first sight.
#Only having experience with love at first sight (strikethrough)#
But Gin also knew that it wasn't entirely like that.
Amidst the confrontation and the craving for danger, it wasn't necessarily that there was no sincerity.
Or rather, the degree of that sincerity even exceeded the expectations of Akai Shuichi himself.
Gin tilted her head slightly, finding it rather ridiculous.
"So.. do you hate him?" Sheila remained noncommittal on the matter, tilting her head slightly as she asked another question.
".." Gin remained silent for a long time before finally responding.
However, the response had nothing to do with Sheila's question: "Do you know.. I feel like Akai Shuichi.. wants to 'save' me?"
".. Huh?" Sheila looked completely bewildered.
In an instant, she didn't know whether she should be troubled by "What does what you said have to do with my question?" or mock the news that "Akai Shuichi wants to 'save' Gin."
She stared at the earth-shattering man opposite with a blank gaze, waiting for her next words.
Actually, I'm not sure myself.. No, or rather—" Gin hesitated over his words: "It's not the conventional kind of 'rescue'.
He wants to give me a hand.
Ever since that time, when the Black-haired FBI agent held his book and openly interrogated him, making death-defying remarks about wanting to uncover his secret, Gin had a vague foreboding.
They are all the kind of independent people.
They are not people in need of redemption either.
Gin was different from Vermouth; compared to Vermouth, who still yearned for the light in his heart, Gin was more steadfast, more ruthless.
He didn't think there was anything wrong with his actions—even though he knew perfectly well that it was illegal.
After all, the education he had received since childhood was Dark.
Similarly, if it weren't for Shiratori Midori, he might not have felt that a burden like "Emotion" had any use.
To put it bluntly, he didn't need sympathy, because even if he were mired in a swamp, it was his own choice; if he were dissatisfied with it, he would resist it himself.
It was not for others to point fingers.
But Akai Shuichi's approach was different.
Did Akai Shuichi not know Gin's true nature? He knew.
Because he himself is much the same.
They are all resolute and persistent people.
Similarly, Akai Shuichi was neither arrogant nor overflowing with compassion to the point of wanting to 'redeem'—
—He simply wanted to lend that man a hand.
To give his Love interest a hand.
He did not want to see him lost in confusion, nor would he interfere with Gin's final choice.
No matter what path Gin chooses in the end, whether he walks toward the side of Justice or continues his life-and-death struggle against him, or simply stays out of it, it doesn't matter.
It didn't stop Akai Shuichi from wanting to give him a helping hand.
Even if Gin would not accept the favor.
If that man's final decision remains Dark, then they will still be each other's Nemesis, fighting to the death, maintaining their beliefs through blood and slaughter, perhaps, in the end of everything, showing a hint of confusion and loss.
Or perhaps, a single wild chrysanthemum before the other's grave.
If Gin ultimately does not choose the Black Organization, then.. perhaps they would have had more possibilities.