53 days. Pawn (Mephisto/Syura)
The second bottle rolled to the side, hitting something with a quiet ringing. The sake in a small glass reflects the light from the light bulb under the ceiling, the beautiful face of a young woman who is drunk and smiling, even though her eyes are full of sadness. She drains the charka in a volley, throwing her head back and squinting at the bitterness of strong alcohol. Although it may be just a way to hide what opens up at a moment of short enlightenment in the deepest eyes. But her drinking companion is special. His view is more accessible than that of the average man. In his slightly slanting eyes with a sharp elongated pupil, the devil's fire splashes and the sparkle of curiosity and some mischief dazzles his eyes. Suras avert his eyes each time, not daring in a drunk state to intersect with the look of Mephisto, who only waits to make his game more interesting.
Fell drinks slowly and with feeling, savoring every drop that gets on his tongue, actually, not drunk, but rather relaxing, letting go of his thoughts for a short walk. The body still whines from recent wounds, and we should recover sooner, it is necessary to correct the further movement of figures on the board. But he calls for another bottle, filling the empty charks again. No, he is not oppressed by the current situation, which unfolds in the world, on the contrary, the fun fills the eternal demon, dispelling the boredom that some time ago oppressed him. Now life around the boil, even the younger brother amused.
The feeling of life woke up and in Sur, which is now lost, not knowing what to do. Before Mephisto's intervention, who encouraged the Okumura brothers to save her, she knew when she would die and why. Her life was reduced to one moment, which would have stopped everything, and Kirigakure did not feel regret or anxiety about this fact. But now... Sura never looked beyond that line, seeing no sense in it, and now she is thrown for it like a dolphin on the shore, and suffocated, not knowing what to do, how to continue its existence.
She looks long and thoughtfully at the relaxed demon. He did not feel any tension in it, the silk robe slightly fell off his sharp shoulder, his eyes were half-closed, and a light drunken blush appeared on his cheeks.
- Enjoying it? - she asked the weaving tongue of Sura a little bit, squinting at evil. The answer was obvious because Fell was smug and joyful.
- Of course, - smiles Mephisto, easily touching his glass with the charcoal of his drinking companion, whose fingers were too easily holding the vessel, as if it were about to slip away. - Everything is getting more interesting. Even I had to go out on the field, framed by guns. And what could be more fun than the risk in life?
He drinks everything with the same measured pleasure when Shura is shaking with indignation and anger.
- You called me to live, and now you're saying it's so easy to risk it? - The sword sizzling across the snake's sword, dangerously narrowing my eyes. - You are a lying hypocrite!
- Yes, - Mephisto agrees, shrugging his shoulders. - I am a hypocrite. After all, I am a demon. Did you expect anything else?
Sura is not happy with her wrinkles and once again asks herself the question, "Why did she come to Felt?
"You feel guilty," says Mephisto with only her eyes.
"Yukio could have killed you," says the mute scream in her bright eyes, which she tries to hide behind the same light bangs.
Hot alcohol flows down her throat, burning her esophagus, and tears appear in the corners of her eyes.
- You're an idiot, Mephisto, - Shura sizzles down, loudly dropping an empty glass on the table. - Do you want to let us finish our own game?
- Of course not, - Fel laughs, exposing his teeth in a rock. - I want to watch all the shows, did I try for nothing?
- You're annoying, - sniffed Kirigakure, cursing the damn demon. How can you play quietly with people's lives, sacrificing them like pawns?
- Am I a small figure to you too? - says Shura, trying to express all the anger in his eyes. But this attempt was too funny - Mephisto sees much more, it is easy for him to take off this angry veil to see that almost childish resentment behind it.
- Don't worry, Shura," Fell mysteriously pulls Fell, touching his long fingernails on the gentle girl's cheek as he guides her to her lips. - You're a special figure I don't want to lose.
Sura smiles almost painfully, dropping her head heavy from her drunk head. Drowsiness comes too fast, burying her like under an avalanche. She managed to relieve the tension of the past days. Too much happened, and Suré was hard, perhaps even a little scary. But, finally, the superfluous thoughts went away sake, leaving a blissful void.
She practically falls asleep at the table, falling sideways. But Shura feels weightless - Mephisto's strong hands have raised her above the floor. Then, after a short moment of flight, there is a soft bed, which embraces her like the caring hands of her mother. Sura covers her eyes quite a bit, clutching the slippery fabric of someone else's robe with her weakened fingers.
It's funny to see such a strong warrior turn into a shy weak girl who doesn't want to let go of the only person she feels safe with.
- Sleep well, - says Mephisto, taking off the swaddled veil of intoxication, looking at the shrunken, touching bundle of Suru, which has been plunged into saving dreams, cleared of demons. But he decided to fix it and let the children of Hyenne into the mind of Kyrigakura. Mephisto bows over her and steals the hot breath from her puffy, ajar lips, knocking them down in a kiss. He shamelessly guided his hands through the woman's body, not afraid that he would be banned or rejected.
"How amusing and at the same time attractive people are," Mephisto thinks with mockery, rejoicing that the valuable figure is still in his hands. It is both easy and difficult to use.
But that's what makes life bubble in his veins and light up in the faded Suré.