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While he is dedicated and feels a strong obligation to his duties, he has his own desires. And it’s clear that he will go after what he wants. With or without the approval of his family. To an extent, anyway.

I believe Illumi is most attracted to acquisitions of power. And from the perspective of sexual attraction, he definitely has an expectation (both within himself and his family) to marry someone that will further the legacy of the Zoldyck family.

That means someone who isn’t completely weak.

However, I think Illumi with a civilian darling makes perfect sense.

He's out on a mission when he meets you. I use the word 'meets' lightly, because he doesn't speak to you at all. Just watches from his booth in the back corner.

The initial curiosity is because of your aura. He's on a mission, surrounded by civilians who have no idea what nen is. Among them, you stand out. And he observes to determine if you could be a hunter or some kind of threat.

When you leave, he follows you home. It becomes clear that you're harmless. That you don't even realize how much aura you're leaking.

He won't rush into introducing himself. He sticks to stalking for a long while. It isn't difficult for him to go unnoticed; He's been stalking targets for years. It almost becomes a hobby for him. Anytime he's passing the area or just bored, he knows where to go.

There's something so comical about watching you. How have you gone so long without learning your own power? How has no one taken interest in your obvious aura flow?

The first person he shares this hobby with is Hisoka. Of course, it's met with obvious interest. And Illumi is quick to shut that down. You are his to observe and eventually you will become his to teach.

But, again, he won't rush into anything. He's patient. To Illumi, you have the potential to be someone great. Someone powerful. And he not only wants to help you become that, but he wants to make sure you become his. If he is going to create a weapon, it will be his to wield.

That is where his obsession will begin.

Just as you expected, death would be a mercy at this point. Yan!Sanzu isn't here to accuse you of betrayal, not to scare you further into obedience, and definitely not to enjoy a nice lunch.

His eyes look you up and down. Except, instead of his usual lustful gaze, he just seems disgusted. His voice speaks with unwavering confidence. To the point that you're almost convinced you did fuck Kakucho.

But you aren't dumb enough to cross that boundary.

For some reason, he's convinced otherwise. "Now why in the hell would I do that? Where did you even get that from?!" You try to keep your voice down, but a few people glance over. Embarrassing.

He clears his throat. A warning. You're in a public cafe, and drawing attention to yourselves isn't a good idea. Especially since the cops have been on Bontens back lately.

"Kakucho is a textbook kind of guy. You give him orders; He follows them. All of Bonten is that way. The ones that aren’t that way don’t fit here. You know what we call them?" His tone is patronizing. Like a father lecturing small children.

"No, I don't", you answer quietly. There are paintings of flowers around the cafe. A waitress side-eyeing her manager. A dead fly on the windows sill. Your mind searches for any distraction to make this feel less humiliating.

Yan!Sanzu notices, of course. He likes it. "We call them scraps." He lets a small bit of silence go by. Just to watch you shift in your seat. "Ever since you came into the picture, Kakucho has acted less and less like himself. He was so secretive about your identity. Then, the moment I bothered to dig into it, the bastard fractured my nose. The day I met you, he defied my orders until I put my foot down. And I wondered, what's his issue?”

Fractured his nose? Where is he going with this? And why does it feel more and more like some final destination type shit?

"It made perfect sense. He found you almost right away. Got Mikey in his good graces. Now he's defying me? Trying to undermine me? Maybe it was all intentional, you know? Maybe he’s betrayed us.”

"Sanzu, that's-"

"I kept searching. Trying to figure it out. Then, I realized, I'm thinking too…dramatic. The issue is you."

Your panic gets worse. "I swear to you, I'm not colluding. I'm not betraying anybody, I-...I swear." You lean forward against the table, trying to keep it down while still stressing your innocence.

He straightens up his posture and smiles. "Like I said when you got here. You two are a thing, right? That explains it all. He knew his little girlfriend could make us weapons, kept you secret out of jealously, and defies me because he thinks I want you."

You're genuinely flabbergasted. This man is insane. Yan!Sanzu has been spending his free time making up romantic dramas in his head. Or, romantic thrillers depending on how you’re looking at it.

"So, here's the thing." He takes a bite out of his sandwich. You'd honestly forgotten about your own plate, but you didn't have an appetite coming here and you sure as hell don't have one now. "You break things off with Kakucho. Block him if you have to. I'll let you keep working for us out of convince, but if you continue to disrupt Bonten's structure, I'm going to get rid of you. And I'll make it hurt. I mean it."

Holy fuck, he's seriously convinced himself of his own delusions. What do you even say at this point? "I'm not even with Kakucho, you have to believe me! Whatever issues you two are having, it isn't because of me!"

You instinctually rub your palms on your jeans. A small spot from your sweat darkens the light wash denim. You have to correct this before it turns into a bigger issue.

But he's already standing up, taking his sandwich with him. "By tonight." The finality of his exit doesn't hit you until the door rings out.

It isn’t but a moment later when the waitress taps your shoulder. Her fingers are cold and you jolt up to your feet. This situation is far too overwhelming. You need to call Kakucho. Or maybe you should just block him. Or maybe-

"Uh..ma'am are you going to pay for his food?"

"Wait, what?"

She crosses her arms. "He didn't pay for his meal. So, unless you want to go with my manager to file a police report..."

Oh, that bastard.

Yan!Takeomi huffs out smoke. It fills the car even more, creating the perfect environment for a maximized high. Then, he passes the blunt to his co-worker. "I thought Kokonoi dealt with that shit."

"He did, but apparently the old bastard refuses to work with him now. Something about respect or whatever. He even sent Mikey a letter about it."

"A letter? What an idiot."

"He's a damn nuisance is what he is. But Mikey is deadest on working with the guy. Now Kokonoi is getting it handed to him and I have to fix the mess." Yan!Mochizuki takes a long inhale before continuing. "Mori thinks I'm some personal maid. Making me get him wine and shit. I don't know how much more I can take."

Mori. Owner of the velvet lounge club and longstanding figure in the underworld. Long before Bonten ever came onto the scene. He's old fashioned, stubborn, and an absolute chore to work with.

However, as much as they like to complain, everyone understands that he's an important ally. His club provides a secretive environment to conduct business. An easy way to launder money. And, most importantly, women.

Gambling, drugs, and prostitution was the original layout created to make money fast and get the group going. However, back when Bonten was still in its earliest years, access to certain industries proved difficult.

I mean, who wants to do illegal business with just anyone?

Using the velvet lounge and Mori's connections, the group recruited dancers to work in Bonten's prostitution rings. The connections he provided are foundational to the funds the group earns.

"Mikey doesn't trust easy. The old bastard was there from the start. I wouldn't want to lose him either. I just hate that I'm the one dealing with it." Yan!Mochizuki hands the blunt back over. Everything is kicking in now. His body is relaxing. The stress of life is floating into the air and dissipating into nothing. His skin is warm and he feels like a baby swaddled before bed. He loves weed and weed loves him right back.

"At least you aren't the one in trouble. There's no telling what Mikey will do. Last I heard, he's super pissed."

Well, that much is true. Sometimes you have to look on the brighter side. At least he isn't Kokonoi right now.

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It has every connection he's researched, every lead they've followed, all in one place. None of them leading to a solution.

"What about this engineer girl you told me about? She tell you anything useful?"

The detective grabs an index card. "I went undercover as an uber driver. Like you suggested", he mumbles, writing away with one hand and gesturing with the other. "You can see it on my phone."

Takemichi nods, leaning over to see the screen. The display name is derek, but the photo is his future brother-in-law. "Really, you couldn't think of a better alias?" He snorts, earning him a slap on the head.

"Forget about the name, dammit, look! She left a review."

He looks closer this time, and indeed you did.

[Name] [Last Name]: saturday night pickup

★★★ - "talkative."

"Talkative?" Takemichi lets out a giggle. "She gave you three stars for being talkative."

This earns him yet another slap on the head. "Can you focus?" Naoto grumbles. "I tried to ask about the club, but she didn't say much. Bonten frequents there a lot, so chances are she was working a deal or something."

He walks over to the bulletin board, pinning the index card under your photo. "Either way, she was just another dead end."

A short silence greets them both. In the center of the board lays a headshot of Mikey. The new Mikey, that is.

The version he refuses to believe is real.

They've been trying to find Mikey and gather intel for a while. Hell, Naoto even went undercover just to fish for information. Something way beyond his scope of practice as a detective.

For a long time, Takemichi was in denial. After so much effort, it seemed like he earned his happy ending. Hina was safe, I mean, he was getting married! But at what cost? His friend is still stuck in a cycle of misery.

It's clear now. Mikey can't be saved. Not in this timeline, anyway. "I have to go back, then." Takemichi mumbles, teeth chewing on his lower lip. "I don't understand what we're missing, but-"

"Just let it go."

He frowns. "What? I can't! I have to save him-"

Naoto grabs his shoulders, "Please. My sister is alive. Everyone is happy." He smiles slightly, but it's clearly strained. "We saved her."

"Except Mikey, you mean." Takemichi takes a step back, shaking his head. "Everyone is happy. Except Mikey."

Naoto doesn't want to take any risks. This is the best outcome they've gotten. "I got to watch my sister enjoy her life. I just took her dress shopping a few days ago." He glances down at his shoes, shifting his weight to try keep from crying. "I'm asking you to let this go. If not for me, for her. If you love her like you say you do, you'll marry her next week. Let this go."

And fuck, what else can be said? He's been running in circles, searching for a man that doesn't want to be found. Yet..."How can you say that? How can I let my good friend suffer when I was given this ability to save people?"

Naoto slams a hand onto Mikey's headshot, the force making the photo slip off the pin. "You were given this ability to help the innocent.”

His eyes scrutinize the man before him. As if to shame Takemichi for suggesting travelling back. To silently deem him as selfish. "This man has no innocence left."

Not another minute passes as Naoto leaves his office. When the door slams shut, all Takemichi can do is break down into tears.

The photo of Mikey finds itself snugly under his shoe. Dark eyes, blunt haircut, and hanafuda earrings all stare right back at him. It's so perfectly timed, as if a mockery from the gods. Perhaps they scrutinize him as well. Perhaps he has been selfish with his ability.

"I can't save you..." he whispers to the photo. His knees lose strength, and he falls to the ground, sobbing louder. "I can't save you, Mikey..."

His wedding band feels much colder than usual.

It's hot. That's the first thing Yan!Kokonoi notices.

"Thought those idiots came to fix the AC?" He huffs, fingers working to unbutton the top of his shirt.

Angel shrugs. Like usual, she's sorting through the cash. Every time the electric counter hits $1000, she grabs a rubber band and places the stack down in a neat pile. "They had to order new parts. I think."

"You think?" She shrugs again. “You’ll have to ask the big man for details.”

I’m definitely not doing that. The bastard is unbearable. “Yeah, no thanks. Between us, you run shit a lot better than he does." She either doesn't hear his compliment or just doesn't care. He's sure it's the latter.

He brings his focus to something else. The sound of the machine flipping each bill over. Counting it up, up, and up. Pure music to his ears.

You see, Yan!Kokonoi loves money. He loves to touch it, make it, flaunt it - but good god does he hate doing business with idiots. He prides himself on his ability to manage money, but this gig makes everything unnecessarily complicated.

Before, Mikey gave him full reign over Bonten's finances. The first thing he did was create the electrical company. To legitimize the profits and give them an 'office' that wasn't run-down and dirty. And it worked!

The front was convincing enough, and no third parties were directly involved with the laundering scheme.

But nooo, "there was a change in plans" he says. "This is beneficial for both sides,” he says. In short, this whole sham has been a fucking hassle.

He picks up a stack, folding the tips back against his thumb and releasing one-by-one. He can’t do it as quick as he likes. Club money is too sticky for that.

Angel snatches it back immediately, eliciting a chuckle in response.

"So snappy today. What's got you in a mood? Girls not bring in enough money?" He can't help but drift his gaze. She’s gorgeous, what can he say? Plus, with her stage name and all, the mysterious bit is hot, too.

Most importantly, though, she knows finance. Easier to work with compared to the guy who owns the place. The whole eye-candy thing is just a plus.

“No, they did fine. This month was lucrative.” She says simply, her expression unreadable. He never could understand her.

Yan!Kokonoi makes a noise of acknowledgment before finally taking a seat across the table. Whatever has her annoyed clearly isn't something she wants to share.

Though, if he's being honest, they aren't close enough for that anyway. This is business. Although his flirty gaze makes it seem otherwise, he isn't interested in fucking his money. Both figuratively and literally.

“40K, by the way.” She always makes his job a little easier.

“Nice.” He pulls out his phone. “I'll call up my guys, run it through the company. You know the deal."

"2 pm. tomorrow."

That's all the text says. You have a pretty good idea of who it is, but it's only been a few days since the last shipment. You're nowhere near finished.

Your fingers click against the screen, taking a little longer to type since you aren't used to handling the burner phone. Especially since Kakucho prefers calls.

"??? I usually take two weeks per order."

"don't need order. need 2 talk."

Okay, what the hell? In all the time you've worked for Bonten, the only time you've been requested was strictly about the weapons. This is unusual at the least, and you don't want to think about what it is at the worst.

"What about? I was told the last order had no defects."

"ur way more talkative over text. just be there. i'll explain. tomorrow. at 2pm. like i already said. lol"

Jeez, what a dick. That doesn't calm your nerves at all. You were expecting him to contact you eventually (thanks to kakucho), but other than that, you're in the dark. What if he kills you? Did they find a replacement? That would explain why Sanzu is involved with the shipments all of a sudden. Maybe he has to be the one who finishes the job.

Then again, you aren't in any place to refuse. If you suddenly resist orders, they'd probably just kill you, so if the point of the meeting is also to kill you...I mean, it all ends the same. That's the price of getting involved with an illegal organization.

You can only blame yourself, really.

But still. Doesn't calm your nerves. The idea of dying is terrifying. Even more so after that day the bartender got shot. It's an odd position to be in. You save the contact before asking one last question.

"Where are we meeting?"

The three dots appear for a moment, then disappear. Is he thinking? Probably about which method to kill you. Hopefully it'll be quick. He really liked the assault rifle from the last shipment. What if he were to shoot you?

That would be ironic. Maybe you deserve it. For a long time, you hassled the morality of your occupation. Even before working with Bonten. When you decided to be an engineering major, your mind was not on weapons. Far from it, actually. Instead, you wanted to-*PING*

"the coffee shop by ur place, the one with a bench on the outside."

First, he knew you were going to the club. Now, he somehow knows where you live. The 'I'm going to die tomorrow' theory just keeps getting more believable. Kakucho never knew your personal information, and if he did, he didn't show it. Either way, you know this isn't optional.

You toss the burner phone to the side after that. It's quiet. There isn't anyone outside, but you get up and close the curtains anyway.

Just another thing to run your mind wild. Perfect.

Maybe dying tomorrow would be a mercy. Your life is fucked up beyond repair at this point.

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he’s a very clean person, so he’s constantly complaining. the cup on the counter, your unmade bed in the mornings, the makeup you left in the bathroom.

you aren't necessarily dirty.

you're just...messy. careless.

actually, scratch that, you're a very dirty girl. some nights he can't even sleep cause you're so loud fucking your fingers or using a vibrator.

omg imagine you’re too lazy to do your own laundry and all your clothes are dirty.

so, you just put on one of his shirts. no panties or bra either.

and when he sees you walking around like that, he's annoyed, but also turned on cause like hello???

you finally clean your clothes while wearing his. he finds you doing laundry just like that, and when you bend down, he sees your bare pussy...

omg imagine panty stealing but its you taking his boxers?? he's very meticulous so i think he'd notice the missing pair almost immediately.

or you being one of his first fans, thirsting in his comments off your alt account knowing damn well he’s in the room right beside you.

you getting turned on every-time he's filming a new video. putting your ear to the wall, listening to his voice, and playing with your clit. getting off on trying to keep quiet.

there’s so much swirling in my head. i'm literally going feral.

His eyes trail the screen, watching you grind against your friend on the dance floor. Music is loud, lights are bright, and judging by how giggly you seem, drinks must be buzzing. Who is he to judge?

"I did tell her to have a good time". He chuckles to himself, taking a sip from his whiskey glass. The burn makes his insides tingle. He grips the glass with one hand and clicks the keyboard with the other.

He zooms into the camera, letting out curses when the quality becomes more and more pixelated. "As much money we give these fuckers...", he scoffs, slamming the glass on his monitor desk. All he wanted was a close-up of your face and tits. "When's the last time they upgraded this damn thing?"

His finger spams the reload button, feeling his anger rise with every click-click-click. You continue to dance for a while longer before walking back to the bar. He's quick to switch the camera view, zooming in once again.

To his luck, this camera has much better focus.

There you are. Face sweaty, lips shiny with gloss, and tits sitting pretty in that halter top. He can't blame Kakucho. You're a pretty woman, but everyone knows not to mix business with pleasure.

As for himself, he admires but knows not to touch. All of his efforts are investigative, anyway. He's waiting for you to slip up, not itching to break boundaries. He isn't feeling all possessive over you - not the same way his co-worker is.

"Wonder if Kakucho ever fucked you, engineer girl."

It was so obvious, that he's shocked he’s only now realizing. Kakucho finds you out of nowhere, gets all violent about keeping you secret, and, finally, had that look earlier today.

He looked pissed at the idea of not attending the pick-ups anymore. Honestly, even more angry than the day he slammed his head into the table.

Yan!Sanzu is quick to snatch his whiskey glass again, basically shoving the liquid down his throat.

"I spent all this time thinking you were sleeping with the enemy..."

He zooms in just a bit more. Your fingers tap against the bar, watching as your friends order another round of shots.

"Maybe this entire time you were sleeping with my colleague."

Your life has changed a lot these past few months. Getting laid off, struggling with rent, watching a bartender get killed, being recruited by an infamous criminal organization...yeah, a lot has changed.

That's why it's around 2am when you leave the club. You deserve to let loose for a change. To stop looking over your back, wondering when the police will appear.

Of course, you take an uber home, far too drunk to drive. Your body slumps against the seat, looking out the window mindlessly. Small drizzles of rain sing a soft lullaby, begging your eyes to close.

"Have fun?" The driver asks suddenly, forcing your eyes back open.

You nod quietly, sparing him a quick glance. It's a man behind the wheel - likely around your own age. He has silky black hair parted to the right.

Just as the peaceful rain makes your eyes close again, the driver continues.

"I've never been to that club before, but my friends say it's fun." He stops at the red light, looking back at you in the mirror. "Is it worth the hype?"

"Uh...”, you let out an awkward chuckle, slowly growing uncomfortable. You drank far too much to deal with this. "Shit, I mean, I had fun. Just bring the right company."

The driver hums. You avoid eye contact at all costs, getting a bad feeling in your stomach. Isn't it obvious you don't want to talk? Fuck, what if this guy is a creep?

The light turns green, and this idiot still keeps going. You can feel him glance back at you every so often, even now that he’s driving again. "Would you say that club is-uh...safe?"

Your stomach drops. This just keeps getting creepier. Either you're reading too deep into it, or this is some shit straight out of a true crime movie.

He must've noticed how tense you got all of a sudden, because he follows up with, "My girlfriend likes to go clubbing, but we've had some bad experiences. I just like to know."

You let out an awkward chuckle in response. Home can't come soon enough.

Thankfully, the rest of the ride is relatively silent. As soon as the gear shifts to park, you snatch your purse and choke out a quick "thanks for the ride".

You're careful to catch a good look at him before he pulls off. He sported a white button up and dress pants, as if he came straight from an office and went right to driving uber. Damn, maybe he works two jobs? Times are definitely hard like that...

Okay, now you feel a little bad. That period when you got laid off was terrible, so you're no stranger to financial struggles. What if he just wanted to make sure the club was safe for his girlfriend? What if he really was just a regular guy?

Maybe the drinking had you paranoid. Or the fact that you now work for a criminal organization after being a civilian your entire life. That would also make someone paranoid.

You enter your apartment, checking back on your uber app. Just to make sure. His name is Derek - doesn't match his face, but whatever.

He has three reviews. Clearly hasn't done this long, but each rating is five stars. No mentions of being creepy or acting like a murderer in the making.

Yet, there's this nagging voice that keeps saying something about that man was off. Either way, you're safe, you had fun, and you deserve a good night's rest.

So, a rest you take, collapsing onto your bed.

Yan!Kakucho is up all night and into the early morning. His burner sits on the coffee table, taunting him loudly. He's been fighting the urge to call you ever since that day you met Sanzu.

He can't get your face out of his head. You looked so afraid. It probably got worse once Sanzu pulled rank and made him stay in the car.

He hates to see you like that. It hurts that you sent him the same look. As if you don't know him. But, he only has himself to blame.

He should've tried to make it more comfortable for you. Hell, he should've prevented Sanzu from being there at all. You're his doll; therefore, it's his job to take care of you. And right now, it feels like he's failing.

Sanzu implied that he'd go to the next pick-up alone. What if he really meant that? What if he pulls rank and Kakucho has no choice but to back off?

Even if he does, I'd still find a way to see her. Whether I have to sabotage the fucker or not.

These past months between the two of you have been like the beginning to a love novel. Like an exclusive on-going game where the attraction is obvious, but no one wants to be first to give in. He refuses to believe it took all but one day for you to forget.

Fuck it. He needs reassurance. Your fear that day was due to Sanzu and Sanzu only. Yan!Kakucho doesn't scare you, right? He doesn't make you uncomfortable. You know him. You love him, even if you aren't ready to admit it yet.

He grabs the burner, swiping to find your contact. He has you saved under "doll". For starters because it's your pet name (you absolutely hate it), but also as a safety measure. Burner or not, he isn't dumb enough to use your government name on any electronic device.

You drop off weapons, and that'll be it. He wants you as separate from Bonten as possible. Hopefully, if you get caught, you might get nailed just for illegally making guns. But, if investigators realize you're directly connected to Bonten, they'll come down even harder.

You'll have to die if it comes to that. The smallest detail can end up the biggest piece of evidence in this line of work.

Speaking of work, he really shouldn't call you. That day he and Takeomi recruited you, they gave you a burner. It was stressed that you were to use it only for business and never for personal matters.

"Now look at me...", he chuckles to himself, hesitating one last time before clicking the call button. "Breaking my own rules in the name of love".

A few rings go by before you answer. Your head is pounding thanks to last night, and your voice is groggy with sleep. "Hello?"

Kakucho takes in a sharp breath. "Hey, doll. I wake you?"

"Mm, I'm awake now. What's going on?"

He begins pacing in his living room, feeling his mood lift already. "Yeah, I uh...wanted to check in." He keeps the phone pressed to his ear. "You seemed on edge the other day. Everything alright?"

You rub your eyes, sitting up in bed. A part of you wants to tell him not to ask that. Another part can appreciate how good he’s been to you.

You don't want to befriend a criminal. You don’t want to be in deeper than you already are. You just want to make this cash and live separate from that organization. Keep it all strictly professional.

Yet, you also work for this criminal (you're also a criminal yourself), and want to keep things friendly. The dynamic between yourself and Kakucho makes things...easier. Honestly, it made you feel wanted, too.

I mean, you haven’t crossed that line and never planned on doing so, but...what's so wrong with enjoying those little moments of banter and flirting? It’s like a work husband.

You knew it was nothing serious and so did he. A face like his and the money he’s making? The man is probably drowning in pussy anyways. He, like yourself, just wants to make work a little more enjoyable.

Right?

It’ll be fine.

"Yeah, I'm alright. Why? Something wrong with the weapons or...?"

He laughs into the phone. "No, not at all. It's just that you seemed a little uncomfortable yesterday." He pauses, trying to make this sound like a business call, rather than a 'I need to make sure we're still cool' call.

"I wanted to make sure you weren’t planning on doing anything stupid."

The pause of silence that follows makes him a little worried. What if you took that as a threat? Fuck, if you really are still scared of him that definitely didn't help.

Finally, you say something. “Not planning on doing anything. Swear.”

"Good. Expected nothing less, doll."

"Oh my god, drop the pet name, Kakucho", you groan.

Relief floods his stomach. Now you sound like before. This is the [Name] he knows.

Ha. She still loves me. Sanzu was the problem that day, after all.

"Nah, I like it. Suits you." He can tell you're moving now, because of the feedback on your end. "Listen, you remember my co-worker, right? Sanzu?"

You use your shoulder to keep the phone to your ear, hands occupied as you make a glass of water. "Of course." That was the creep that wouldn’t stop checking you out. You don’t mention it, though.

"I think he'll start contacting you soon. On the burner, obviously. Just don't get spooked. Things will run smooth as long as you keep doing what you're doing."

You take a sip of water, the cold liquid sending a refreshing feeling down your body. The sanzu guy was off-putting, but you’re getting paid so much money, you clearly mean something to Bonten. Meaning, as much as he was looking, you doubt he’d really touch you.

"Oh okay, so he'll be the one picking up the shipments from now on?”

Yan!Kakucho gulps. He hopes not. "...Nah, I'll still be there, too. Sometimes at least." If he's lucky, that is.

Of course, he has to add something playful in. That's the rule in this game.

"Why, you scared you'll miss me, doll? If you want me that bad, I can just come over and-"

"Goodbye, Kakucho."

That giggle in your voice makes him smile. He stares at his phone screen, seeing the "CALL ENDED" reflect back. Usually, he feels a little sad when the conversation ends, but right now he feels good.

He won’t be losing you anytime soon, that's for sure.

He'll make sure of it.

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