Kakegurui Fine Wine [KIRARI X SAYAKA] -- ONESHOTS

Chapter 17: Impressed

It doesn't take a moment for Kirari to pull out a shiny fountain pen from her inner pocket, as she pries the lid off open with her blue finger nails, her signature smirk is casually decorating her pale face, as her sharp nails dig into the hard presidential desk, she leans forward slowly, then casually drops out a contract on her desk with a thud.

It looks like her previous contract was just a bluff but nobody knows so, she's willing to see how far people would go, she's tempted to have them sign it again in fresh blood, as she swiftly pulls out a sharp razor and intimidates the crowd with her deadly, but ferocious sharp glare.

"Now then, I shall have you solemnly signing this in blood"

She speaks up with a grin, standing up as she firmly holds her strong composure, piercing her own finger with a smooth cut across her thumb, her scarlet wine blood drops on the table, causing Sayaka to gasp and have gay panic quickly, as she watches the elegant president flinch not in the slightest, her precious blood drops down, making her heart ache.

Unbeknownst to anyone, Sayaka grips her own arm, she'd be all over the president, had there not been such a huge bewildering crowd in front of her

She'd be wrapping and patching Kirari up, and tasting her blood, had the circumstances been right, she wondered how her blood would taste.

(It was only fair she'd have a taste, after Kaichou licked her wound, she'd secretly been wanting to do that, ever since then)

Sayaka couldn't help but clearly keep locking eyes with Yumeko, who drooled, looking up at Kirari, as she watched her blood drip down, staining the documents red on her desk.

Rei Batsubami steps back with a cold shiver, Terano grows disgustingly uncomfortable, she grits her teeth in annoyance, her face is dark and twisted, realising she just got herself trapped in Kiraris strong grasp, she's completely stuck in her wheel chair, and Rei doesn't look like they'll be bringing her out anytime soon...

Ibara tries to protest against this, making a scene as his sincerity leads him to his own failure

"You gotta be kidding me, there's no way in hell that I'll be pricking my fingers for this!"

He sniggers, then slams the desk and tries to stand up, but Kirari throws out a dart from her sleeve, and sharply cuts his face in the process with a perfect throw, causing him to bleed.

"Mhm, do we have a problem?" Kirari asks, with emphasis walking up to Ibara elegantly, as she appears before him with a whisper, her blue nails dig sharp into his shoulder, as they sink deep, causing it to bleed, they're that sharp.

He can feel himself losing his composure

(She's more scary than she looks..)

He's got more blood spilt now than what he originally bargained for, he suddenly gasps and cowers back, nearly tripping over himself from fright, as Kiraris piercing eyes and demonic demeanour cause him to tremble with panic, he grows quiet and hides behind Rin.

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The atmosphere grows cold, as silence fills up the air again..

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Miroslava also feels uncomfortable she's completely shook, she never knew the Momobami clan was capable of both physical and emotional torture, she had always believed her branch of the clan had been professional, but it seems she was clearly wrong, it looked like she'd have to re-evaluate her strategy, she took off her gloves with anxiety, sweat dripping down her eyebrows, as she couldn't read Kirari at all...

"Let us proceed"

Kirari clears her throat with a cough, then she snaps her two fingers, and Sayaka distributes the sharp edged razors, watching the Bami clans hesitantly inspecting them cautiously, with supreme caution.

They couldn't help but assume they were poisoned..
..........

Yumeko goes first, she keenly takes the razor from Sayaka, and carefully pricks her finger with the edge of the sharp blade with a smile, letting it's sharp edge do the cutting, as her blood seeps down, she signs her name without hesitation, and hands it to Kirari first hand, swaying her skirt like a marionette, making Sayaka scowl at her, as she aggressively frowned.

Who the hell does she think she is... swaying her skirt like that in front of the president?! Sayaka screams in her own lesbian head, her fists completely clenched close, she shivers with anger and frustration..

"Jabami Yumeko...." Sayaka curses under her breath as she clenches her iron fist, mumbling to herself as she completely detested her demeanour, she wished she could just erase Yumeko from existence, as she kept imagining herself, shutting her up completely.