The night was calm as Reana returned home, the soft hum of city life fading behind her as she stepped inside her luxurious apartment. She sighed, slipping off her shoes and making her way to the kitchen. Flicking on the lights, she quickly set to work, preparing a simple dinner. The rhythmic sounds of chopping and sizzling filled the air, offering a moment of peace after a long day.
Once her meal was ready, Reana carried her plate to the elegant, spacious living room. As she rounded the corner and entered the room, a sudden shock froze her in place. Her eyes widened in disbelief, and the plate slipped from her hands, shattering on the floor with a loud crash.
Sitting across from her, visible through the large window that overlooked the street, was a figure she hadn't seen in nine months. A man with glowing blue eyes, watching her with a calm intensity from the other side of the road.
It was Shiro.
He leaned back, a smug smile on his face, utterly unfazed by her reaction. The silence hung heavy in the air before he finally spoke, his voice dripping with cold familiarity.
"Hello, Finir..." he said, his smirk widening.
Reana's heart pounded in her chest, her breath caught in her throat as she stared at the man she believed to be dead, now sitting there like a ghost from her past.
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The tension in the room was suffocating as Shiro leaned back, his eyes locking onto Reana's. His smirk faded, replaced by a cold, calculating expression. "Sit down," he ordered, his voice low but commanding.
Reana hesitated for a moment before slowly sinking into the nearest chair, her eyes never leaving his. Shiro's eyes flickered with something dark, a mixture of anger and amusement.
"So tell me, Finir," Shiro began, leaning forward slightly, "why the hell are you and my brother... intimate?"
Reana's breath hitched, but before she could respond, Shiro continued, his voice dripping with sarcasm. "I die for nine months, and suddenly you and my brother, whom I haven't seen for eight years, are dating? Isn't that just hilarious? You were supposed to be my pawn, but now... well, it looks like you're going to have to be a more reliable asset, Finir."
Reana's heart raced, anger bubbling beneath her skin. She clenched her fists, her voice trembling with rage. "What the hell do you want, you piece of—"
"Don't try that crap with me," Shiro snapped, cutting her off with a sharp glare. "I sent you away during the war because I didn't want my asset to die. But then you go and find my sad excuse of a brother... and help him?"
Shiro shook his head, laughing bitterly to himself. "You know what? I don't even care anymore."
As he spoke, Reana slowly edged backward, her hand discreetly reaching for a knife that lay on the nearby table. Her eyes burned with determination, and as Shiro seemed lost in his thoughts, she seized the opportunity.
Her body began to glow with an intense red energy, and with a sudden burst of power, she hurled the knife at Shiro with incredible speed.
For a split second, Shiro's eyes widened in surprise, but then, just as quickly, his expression turned calm again. He didn't even move. The knife flew straight at him—only to stop in mid-air, inches from his face.
Reana's breath caught in her throat, her eyes widening in shock.
Shiro's lips curled into a cruel smile. "Impressive," he said, his voice soft but chilling. "It's good to see you haven't gotten too rusty. But Finir..."
He stood up slowly, the knife still hovering between them. With a casual wave of his hand, he plucked the knife from the air, holding it for a moment before letting it fall to the floor with a dull clink.
"You see," Shiro continued, stepping closer to her, his cold gaze piercing through her, "I've evolved. After dying and coming back... most of my conjures were enhanced."
He took another step forward, his eyes gleaming with malicious satisfaction. "And I even gained some new ones."
Shiro stood over her now, looming like a shadow, his voice dropping to a deadly whisper. "Mainly this one." He smirked again, his tone cold and detached.
"It's called... UNTOUCHABLE."
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