Conversation

With the most keenest vision in the world, Satoru clearly felt her body shiver under his touch, while her negative energy flowed haphazardly in tandem with irregular beating of her heart.

"Hey? Are you sick or something?" Smirking, Satoru asked with a raised eyebrow, before using his other hand to adjust his glasses.

Turning around with a stoic expression while trying her best to hide the twitch in her eyebrows, Makima glared at him, while she tried pulling her arm back, however Satoru's grip was like iron, firmly clamping onto her wrist.

"What is it you want?" Makima finally spoke after a bit of struggle.

"Let's talk somewhere private." Getting up in his hospital pajamas, Satoru wore a pair of white flip flops and walked out of the room, pulling Makima along, despite the shocked and confused expressions of the others.

"Oi, Aki. I think all this shit going around is getting to my head. If not why in the world would be daydreaming of Satoru and Makima holding hands hehehe..."

Denji collapsed onto his bed with an exhausted expression and mumbled while staring into the sky.

"You're not daydreaming, Denji. It really happened."

Angel blurted out while taking a comfortable seat on Satoru's bed and losing himself in his thoughts.

To think there'd come a day where the normally headstrong and stoic Makima would show such a side of her. Aki and Denji might not have seen the full thing played out, but he had seen everything. Although he wasn't a master at discerning or reading emotions, even the most ignorant person in the world would've been able to notice something wrong, if they had seen what he had seen.

Meanwhile, Aki only sighed and reclined in his bed, while making himself comfortable, refusing to think about what he just witnessed, as unsettling as that may be. After all that had happened, he had at least learnt something that; Let the strong settle their issues themselves.

Involving yourself in the matters of people as strong as them was only going to get you killed.

*BANG!*

Shutting the door behind him forcefully, Satoru finally turned around and faced Makima before taking a seat and gestured for her to do same, however she refused and stood while glaring at him.

Sighing, he stood up and pushed away the chair he was sitting on before facing her with a smirk.

"Why did you bring me here?" Breaking the tension with a question, Makima sighed in defeat.

"Since you're not planning on killing me anymore, hehehe, not that you could though, but since we could be considered allied in the very least, why don't you fill me in with some information.."

Satoru placed his hand on his chin and spoke.

"What sort of information and why?" Makima asked with a bit of seriousness.

"Hey, don't get too worked up. Honestly speaking, there's an unsettling feeling in my stomach, as if something terrible is about to befall humanity soon, so be a good girl and just answer my questions.."

Satoru spoke while rubbing his tummy with a frown, while Makima raised and eyebrow at being called a good girl by him.

"As for what kind of information, for starters, why don't you fill me in on the gun devil and the reason why it wants Denji's heart?"

He spoke and reached out for the chair once more before he sat and crossed his legs.

Staring deep into his eyes for a few seconds, Makima maintained eye contact, as if trying to discern his intentions from his eyes.

"You're right after all. Evil days are coming for mankind, and having an ally such as yourself will be helpful.."

After a bit of thought she replied and leaned her back against a table that was right behind her.

"Thanks for the compliment. It's nice to see that someone appreciates my efforts. Although I won't mind some cash or some strawberry cake either.."

Satoru flashed a naughty smirk, before he cleared his throat and forced a serious expression, seeing the look Makima was giving him.

"The gun was a powerful devil, on the level of the four horsemen, and only lacking in comparison to the Primordial devils themselves."

Makima spoke briefly and paused before rubbing her temples in exhaustion, seeing student Satoru with his arm lifted high wanting to ask a question already.

"I got the extremely powerful devil only weaker than the Primordial devils but who the fuck are the four horsemen?! Is it some kind of cult or band or K-Pop group? You completely missed me there.."

Satoru spoke and reclined comfortably in his seat like a mischievous student while ignoring the raised eyebrow from Makima.

"The four horsemen are a rank of devils only weaker than the Primal Fears themselves. Having only four members, they have dominated the world for eons. War, Famine, Death and..Control..."

"Nice band name. I guess the strongest devil hunters should create their own band name as well... how about the-"

"Pay attention.."

After Makima finished her statement, Satoru was quick to make fun of the band name, wanting to make plans of naming the strongest devil hunters as a group as well, but seeing the exasperation on Makima's face he paused and gestured for her to continue.

"Now the gun devil, a being almost as strong as the four horsemen made its appearance on November 18, in its full form, it rushed through the whole of Japan in just a matter of 26 seconds, killing 57,912 people, in that one move."

This time Satoru was truly surprised. Being able to trespass a whole country in under 30 seconds and killing over 50,000 people on one attempt was very impressive to say the least and would require the assailant to move at nigh hypersonic speed.

"Now the gun devil was defeated by the War Devil, after a gruesome battle and it was enslaved. However, it's body was divided by the governments, with the Westerners taking the bulk."

{A/N: Since we don't know what happened to the Gun Devil after its debut on November 18, I just made this up so that things can be easier for me..}

Makima lectured on and on as Satoru listened with rapt attention.

"Now to why the gun devil wants Denji's heart." Makima took a deep breath and looked at Satoru once more.

"I'm sure you know that devils don't die by conventional means so I won't have to explain why the Gun devil is still alive.."

She spoke as he nodded accordingly.

"Now Denji, or the devil whose heart he now carries.."

"You mean Pochita?" Satoru asked with a confused expression. Denji had explained what had happened to him and Pochita on that day so he knew why Pochita had vanished.

"The chainsaw devil." Makima corrected. "The chainsaw devil is a special case. It's a devil even stronger that the gun devil in its prime, and it possesses the Power to completely eradicate a devil. In one confrontation, the chainsaw devil killed and gobbled up the nuke devil, who was very dear to the war devil...Due to that, the War devil actively searches for the Chainsaw devil who is now Denji in an attempt to make him puke up the remains of the nuke devil so it can respawn. And with the gun devil being under its control, you now know why the gun devil actively wants Denji's heart."

Makima spoke every word with a serious expression while Satoru nodded.

"I see. It all makes sense now." Satoru nodded and stood up.

"And let me guess, you plan on using Denji's power to eliminate your fellow horsemen from the face of the world in order to achieve your great goal of ushering mankind into a new age of existence no?"

The moment Satoru spoke out, Makima's body tensed up immediately, as her cursed energy flared up furiously.

"Hehehe. I would be stupid not to realize your end goal after all of what you've told me, Makima."

Satoru chuckled and stretched his back with a lazy yawn.

He was right after all, the chainsaw man universe wasn't as simple as it seemed.

"Are you planning on stopping me?"

Makima asked with a smile.

"No need. You'll be more useful alive than dead." Satoru waved his finger.

"Also I haven't enacted my revenge on you. I remember a certain someone planning on blowing my brains out after we came out of the darkness devil dimension."

Satoru spoke with an evil smirk before he walked forward step by step towards Makima who unconsciously took a step back.

Before she could even realize it, Satoru was already in front of her, in an extremely close proximity. Feeling his nose brush against hers and his hot breath on her face, she shivered and tried to take a step back, however, Satoru wrapped his arm around her waist and pulled her even closer to him.

"Nnghh." Makima struggled, like a little girl, however, Satoru was unrelenting.

"Who would have the heart to kill such a beautiful lady such as yourself.."

He whispered in her ear, and her body shivered even more.

Seeing in her in such a state, Satoru couldn't help but laugh inwardly. However, although he was just doing this to tease and punish her, even he couldn't help but feel a little hot, with such hot figure pressing against his body. He was a man after all. His eyes trailed down her eyes and settled on her lips before he slowly leaned in with a smile.

A/N: Hehehehehe😏😏😏