#silkwritealot

"What's got a pretty girl like you drinking like this? Breakup with your guy?" He asks, filling the shot glass once more.

You place your elbows on the bar and lean your head into your palms. "Breakup with my job. Dickheads laid me off."

The bartender sucks in a breath, sliding the shot towards you. Truth be told, he's had more and more people coming in for the exact same reasons. Hell, he's working two jobs himself. Times are hard.

"That sucks. What was your job?"

Your voice is slightly slurred, but you still get it out. "Weapons engineer. Worked at that company for years, and this is what I fucking get. I'd like to see AI try and test a rifle for company clearance."

His eyebrows raise. "Oh, so you make guns and shit?" And, he almost has to laugh. Some of the other guys working with him at his new gig mentioned they needed a new weapons guy.

Boss killed the other one. For reasons he isn't important enough to know.

The bartender slightly leans over the counter, his eyes glancing around to make sure no one's paying attention. "How bad you need a new job?"

Yan!Kakucho is the one tasked with finding Bonten a new method of weapons trafficking. When some random low-ranked members blow up his phone promising a trustworthy source, he's honestly suspicious. And annoyed.

What idiots would message such obviously incriminating information to his phone?

Is it a set-up from the cops? Enemies? Either way, Mikey really fucked up killing the last guy. Not that he'd say it out loud, but looking for a new source has been a real pain in the ass.

So, he decides to bite the bullet (no pun intended) and just go. Just for security measures, he decides to bring Takeomi with him.

Yan!Takeomi clutches his gun in one hand and a cigarette in the other. The meeting place is as suspicious as one would assume-an abandoned car lot, to be exact. He blows smoke from his mouth as Kakucho does the talking.

"So, I'm just supposed to trust some bitch you met at the bar? What if she's just an alcoholic looking to run off with our money?"

The bartender snorts at that bit. "Then I guess you'll just have to kill her."

Your heart drops at that. I mean, dying and not paying bills sounds great, but you don't want to die. Not really. "I-i worked my past job for a few years! I can..I can tell you exactly how guns work, how to manufacture them, all of that. Just supply the material and I'll make it happen."

Your words come out quick. Too quick. It's obvious you're nervous, and really, who wouldn't be? Bonten in notorious for all the wrong reasons. You don't know anyone here that well. Not even the bartender. You're just desperate.

Both of the men before you laugh at your response. "I'm just joking with you. We did a background check on the little engineer before even considering coming over here."

"Oh." You say quietly. That's their definition of joking? Making someone think they're about to die? The sound of the bartender laughing beside you as well is irritating.

Chances are he was afraid, too. He couldn't be too bad. He is helping you find work. But still. What's so funny about that?! It's starting to look like no job would be better than this.

"Ah, but...seriously, though. You're real bold for sending that message about meeting here. Usually, we decide an address for any kind of...business. You know that."

The tension is high. The further Kakucho speaks, the colder it feels out here. The bartender beside you shrugs, and his voice takes on a proud tone. As if he thinks bringing them you will let him sit at their table. "What can I say? I'm a straightforward kind of guy when I wanna be."

"The kind that gets us in trouble." Takeomi says, stepping forward. He throws his cigarette to the ground and stomps out the embers. Then, he raises his right arm, and a gunshot breaks through the short silence.

You cover your ears and instinctively duck down. A sharp scream burns your. You hear the bartenders body hit the ground just below your feet. He shot him. He really just shot him. When you open your eyes?

There he is with a single, grotesque bullet hole right through his head. The blood already runs to cling at your shoes. The sight of his brain matter just staring right up at you makes bile rise in your throat.

Your body violently hurls, vomit painting your shoes on-top of the blood. Your instincts won't stop screaming. I need to leave. I'm next. They're shooting me next. I'm stupid! All the articles, all the news reports, and yet I still agreed to come here! Why?!

Takeomi lets out a sharp whistle. "Jesus. You'll definitely be seeing more of that, so it's a good thing we got it out the way", he chuckles, earning him an elbow nudge from Kakucho.

Kakucho sighs. "That idiot was too obvious with his texts. There's a reason we arrange these kinds of meetings, not the other way around. He could've gotten us busted." He steps closer to you, ignoring the fear in your eyes. You aren't trying to run, so clearly, you're still interested in the job.

"You won't do that, now will you?" He grabs your chin and jerks your head to face him, uncaring of the vomit dribbling down your chin and onto his hand. "You'll keep your pretty little mouth shut and just follow orders. I don't think we'll have any issues with you at all."

Yan!Sanzu is jealous. Ever since Kakucho brought in an engineer to manufacture all of Bonten's weapons, he's been on Mikey's good side. Sanzu is Mikeys number two. He's his right-hand man! He begged and begged for this task, and yet, Mikey refused.

The worst part of it all? He's enjoying it. Every time the bastard brings in the shipment of weapons, he looks all giddy. It's fucking annoying. He must think he's better than him. He's mocking him.

What if Mikey promotes him? No way. He wouldn't! Sanzu is Bonten's number two for a reason! Right? Right. Mikey would never replace him. Especially not with Kakucho. And yet, there's still that little voice in his head telling him to confront him.

"Fuck are you staring at?" Kakucho scoffs, unzipping the duffel bag and sitting down several different types of ammuniton. Every few weeks he meets with the mysterious engineer god-knows-where and brings back new weapons.

It's real suspicious that no one has met this so-called engineer. Something Mikey doesn't even think twice about! But it's fine. This is his job. To help his king. Even when he doesn't realize help is needed.

Sanzu grabs an assault rifle, his boney fingers trailing the length. "Fancy. That new engineer knows what he's doing, huh?" He mumbles, voice clearly suspicious.

"She."

"Huh?"

"She knows what she's doing." Kakucho corrects, grabbing the rifle from Sanzu and placing it back on the table.

An awkward silence falls over the both of them before Sanzu bursts out into laughter. "Wait. Wait, wait, wait. Now I REALLY have to tell Mikey." He gasps between laughter, so tickled that he can barely even speak.

"First", He begins, Kakucho already blocking out his voice and continuing to line up the guns. "You randomly get a tip about an engineer after you spent months trying to find one."

He shrugs in response. "A miracle, if you will."

"Then, no one ever sees this engineer, and you're all secretive about bringing in the shipments yourself."

He narrows his eyes. Sanzu walks around the room all excited, like a kid on Christmas morning. "You gotta lay off the drugs, man."

Sanzu pauses slightly, an offended expression taking over his face before he continues. "Finally, you claim this mystery person is a woman. I knew it! I knew something was up! I asked myself, why would Mikey even give you-"

The door to the meeting room swings open. Takeomi walks inside, humming at the sight of the new shipment. "Damn, she really outdid herself this time."

Sanzu blinks. Once. Twice. Three times. "Wait. You're in on this shit too?" Takeomi grabs a cigarette. "In on what?" He asks, clicking his lighter.

Yan!Sanzu gets over his binger and realizes the engineer is definitely real. Definitely wasn't a fake ploy by Kakucho to try and take his place. Of course not. He didn't even truly believe that. He was just...testing them!

Yan!Kakucho tries to keep you for himself.

Originally, he wanted to keep you distant from the rest of Bonten to avoid a repeat of last time. Mikey is trigger happy, and, honestly, so is everyone else. Finding you was hard enough, and he doesn't want to go on that search again.

However, he grows to like the little secret meetings you two have. He drops off a cash stipend so you can purchase material, and you hand over a duffel bag of the new weapons.

You're like a little doll just for him. God, it makes him so hard. He loves to tease you. Loves to watch you flinch in shock when he says something crude. Loves when you step backwards and glare at him for "accidentally" grazes your thigh. You're his doll. No one else knows the real you.

You told your family you're working for the government to explain why your new job is so secretive. Both of you knows that's a lie.

You told the cops you have no idea what happened to the bartender that night. Both of you know that's a lie.

You swear you're better than him. That you only "make guns" and there's no more to it. That you're on some moral high ground. Both of you know that's a lie.

He enjoys this game you two have. He loves that he and his doll have something just for the both of them. That he's the one who dragged you into this lifestyle. He's the one who made you question your morals.

That's exactly why he gets so angry when Sanzu just can't stop sniffing around! Even after his binger, he won't stop bothering Kakucho about the "engineer girl". Hell, Takeomi was there to meet you, and not even he is bothering him yet!

Sanzu is aways asking questions. Asking to go with him to get the shipment, asking your name, asking what you look like.

Which, he's no idiot. He knows it's because Sanzu feels threatened by his accomplishment. [Name] was hard to find, and valuable to keep. He would honestly brag about it all, but it's more fun playing with the doll by himself. He doesn't want to share. He doesn't want eyes on you.

Yan!Sanzu ego hurts that Kakucho not only was given the task he asked for, but that he carried it out so well. The weapon shipments are consistent and quality. Even better than they were before.

It hurts his feelings. Mikey gave someone else HIS job. The same Mikey who he calls his king-who he always delivers good on. So why Kakucho? He's never failed Mikey.

So why?!

He wants to make Kakucho look bad. He wants him to fuck up. Wants Mikey to trust himself more than any other member of Bonten.

So, naturally, he starts to dig into the engineer girl. It's hard to find you at first, but he eventually finds your background check saved on some old files. And good googly moogly-

"Damn, look at those tits..." He mumbles to himself, staring at your photo on the screen. For a moment he forgets what he's even doing. Just, wow, they sure are pretty. That company shirt frames you well.

He chuckles darkly, adjusting his jeans. "Down, boy. That's not what we're doing right now."

He scrolls through the information, hoping to find something that will convince Mikey to kill you at best, and fire you at least. "Graduated from blah blah university, worked for blah blah company, lives on blah blah street..." He groans, bored out of his mind. Sanzu slams the laptop shut, gripping his own hair in pure frustration.

"Dammit! I'm not buying it. Something is up with this whole thing. Kakucho fucked up. I KNOW he did!"

He reaches into his back pocket, dry swallowing some pills to help himself calm down. If he can't find something incriminating on the background check, he'll have to find it for himself.

Lucky for him, your address was right there on file.

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.

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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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.

dividers by @cursed-carmine

Yandere!Werewolf who thinks all the pack elders are dramatic. He’s an alpha for fucks sake! The strongest there is. Only second to the pack leader himself.

So what if he wants to go beyond the woods sometimes? He can do as he pleases! As for a mate..he’ll get one when he sees fit!

Yandere!Werewolf who went out one night while everyone else was asleep. He was bored and restless.

Just as he was heading near the end of the woods he finds a small cottage that he knows hasn’t always been there.

It was real small, though. Way too small for any werewolf.

‘It can’t be…’

One peek won’t hurt right? He’s just gotta check and make sure it isn’t another werewolf. Gotta protect the pack after all!

With a cautious hand he slowly creaks open the bedroom window. Unfortunately, his long claws created a horrible screeching noise against the glass, definitely alerting the human- er, lone werewolf!

Alerting the lone werewolf of his presence.

Yandere!Werewolf who rushes inside in a panic. If he’s already given himself away it’s better to just hurry up and confirm his curiosity. Then, he’s going back home!

A part of him feels nervous. If it is a lone werewolf he shouldn’t have any trouble fighting them off. A human, though?

He’s heard plenty of horror stories. Especially of the humans who they call hunters. That entire species is the only reason why his pack must conceal their existence in the first place.

He hated to admit it, but the idea of encountering a hunter made his stomach churn.

But, even harder to admit, it made another part of him feel warm. The kind of warmness that made his knot flare up and sent him into an early rut.

“Hello? …Is anyone there?”

Reese felt his ear twitch at the soft, feminine voice. Her voice was smooth and wrapped around his body like a blanket.

He steps towards the voice.

“Please! Who’s there? Show yourself!”

The voice becomes more rushed. More panicked. More scared. Fuck, human girls sure are cute.

“Last chance! Or i’ll shoot you! I swear to god!!”

He’s getting closer. She’s right behind this door, in the bathroom. His hand snaps towards the knob, twisting it with a rush and-

BANG!

A sharp pain crushes his body, sending his body into an instant rage. A smoking hole leads straight through the door and right to his shoulder. Reese turns off his brain for a moment and lets his alpha take control instead.

He rips open the door with an animalistic growl, bits of wood flying everywhere. His eyes dart left and right before finally spotting the human, crouched down and shaking in fear.

She sports a long white dress that reaches her ankles. One that reminds him of maternity wear the women in his pack use during mating season.

His inner alpha chants at him to move.

To pounce at her and claim her for himself. Give her his seed, make her his mate, and give her plenty of pups that they could care for together.

The human smells real nice anyway. Definitely fertile. He doesn’t have a mate yet so…would it be so wrong?

Loud sobs bring him back to his senses. “Please mister, I ain’t do nothing to you!” She sinks further into herself if even possible.

The woman holds a small pistol close to her chest. He’s only encountered human weapons a few times and he’s not familiar with that one. That’s definitely what caused the damage to his shoulder though.

Reese is unsure about what to do. This whole thing went way different than he expected. The original plan was to just sneak inside, look at the human for a bit, then leave.

Now he has a hard dick and a bleeding shoulder. His pack would be in his ass if he came back injured with no head to show for it. Thats like admitting he was defeated by someone else.

Definitely not an option. Maybe he should kill her then?

Take her back home and give her your knot. The elders keep bothering you about finding a mate anyway. Who better to keep the pack safe from humans than a human herself?

“Kill two birds with one stone, right?” Mating the human seemed like the best way to get out of this with no consequences. The entire pack would be real jealous to find out he’s mated a hunter. Plus, she could provide extra protecting with her human weapon.

Reese approached the girl and crouched down to her height. His body easily towered over her, something his alpha really liked.

She’s real small. Smells so fertile. Fuck it, what’s the worst that could happen? Let’s take her home.

He smiled mischievously, sharp teeth sending a chill down your spine. He’s made his decision. “Alright, mate. You can quit crying. I won’t kill ya.”

You sniffled while slowly resting down the pistol. You’re out of bullets and this ..thing clearly isn’t any match for you. A part of you wonders if this is the werewolves your father constantly warned you about.

Werewolves ain’t real though. You a lot of things, but you ain’t dumb. Same way you ain’t dumb enough to believe this intruder isn’t here to kill you. He looked like he was gonna rip your head off just seconds ago.

“Just make it quick please,” You beg, fighting off more tears. Your daddy was right when he said nothing good comes out of living in these woods.

“You got it, baby! I’ll get us back home in no time.”

Reese grabs your frail body with ease, delivering a harsh smack to your ass. He chuckles lowly at the jiggle of skin against his hands.

All the while you’re thrashing against him and begging him to let you go. It actually surprised him to see you still resisting. Youre the one who told him to hurry up and get home!

You sure are confusing. No matter though. He’ll understand humans the longer he’s with you.

Cause one things for sure: you won’t be leaving anytime soon.

Yandere!Werewolf who wakes up the whole pack to alert them of his find. They all snarl angrily at the “hunter”, baring their claws aggressively.

Yandere!Werewolf who has to yell at everyone to back off. When he demands respect for his mate it goes silent. Everyone begins whispering, clearly surprised at his reveal.

Yandere!Werewolf that feels pride swell in his heart as each member bows down in respect. His mate looks shocked more than anything.

Yandere!Werewolf who laughs when you begin freaking out, not wrapping your mind behind the existence of werewolves.

“You’re a hunter, baby. I’m sure you know at least a little about our kind.”

Yandere!Werewolf who laughs even harder when you insist you aren’t a hunter. Only kind of humans that can hurt werewolves are hunters. You’re just a little scared right now!

Now quit lying to him before he gets mad.

Yandere!Werewolf who gets the approval of the current leader without even trying. It’s official now.

You will bear his pups, lead the pack by his side, and stay with him until he ceases to exist. How romantic.

“Hey. I forgot to ask. What’s your name, mate?”

Yan!Kakucho who's a patient man with a doll worth being patient for.

He really wants to kiss you, but it's far too early for that. Instead, he watches your lips extra close every time you speak. Feels his insides tingle when the light hits your lip-gloss just right.

He really wants your personal number, but it's far too early for that. Instead, he gets excited every time his burner phone rings. He'll text you questions he already knows the answer to - just to see that notification again.

He really wants to go back to before, but it's far too late for that. He should've handled things differently. Should've worked harder to protect you. Instead, Sanzu has to accompany him for every pick-up, and he only has himself to blame.

Yan!Sanzu who sits in the passenger seat, a wide smile on his face.

Mikey has permitted his involvement with the weapon shipments. It's truly two birds with one stone: he gets to piss off Kakucho and further investigate you all at the same time.

Once he finally gets the evidence he needs, you'll be gone. Then, it'll be his turn to find a weapons dealer. His turn to prove himself. His turn to make the king happy.

"Where do we meet [Name] at, anyway? I can tell we aren't going to her house." He mumbles, looking out the window curiously.

Kakucho frowns. He hates this. Hates that Sanzu's coming along, hates that he knows where you love. Worst of all, he hates that he can't even protest since Mikey approved of this.

"Stop saying her name. It sounds gross coming for your mouth."

"Where do we meet engineer girl at, anyway? I can tell we aren't going to her house." Sanzu repeats, voice dripping with sarcasm this time.

The car comes to a stop, gear clicking as it switches to park. It takes only a moment before realization dawns on his face.

"Oh, this is where Takeomi shot that bartender!" His voice gets all excited, sounding like a detective who finally cracked the case. "I remember 'cause I came down to help get rid of the body! The fucker was heavy, too, let me tell ya-"

"Do you ever shut up?"

"...Like I was saying, he was super heavy, so I-"

Yan!Kakucho who ignores his talkative passenger, instead worried about your arrival. Fuck, his stomach is twisting in knots. He's excited and nervous all at the same time. He put in a lot of effort for today. He ironed his suit and wore some new cologne, all in hopes of impressing his doll.

Will she notice? I hope so. I want her to want only me. To notice only me.

"You'll stay in the car." Kakucho interrupts, voice serious. His eyes continue to survey the lot. Why aren't you here yet?

Sanzu grunts, forgetting all about his storytime. "What? No. Why would I do that? I came with you for a reason." He pauses, face getting a bit smug. "Mikey let me come for a reason."

He pauses, eyes finally moving away from the abandoned lot. "What are you implying? What did you tell him?"

Yan!Sanzu who doesn't get to respond. Not when they both hear rocks being crushed by tires.

Yan!Kakucho who immediately climbs out of the car, heart pounding with excitement. He's missed you. A lot. "What ya got for me, doll?" He smiles, trying to put on the charm like usual. Most of the time you'll ignore it or have some sarcastic response.

This time, however, you look...hesitant. You look at him for a moment too long - and not in an admiring way, either. That hurts. He was so sure you were getting comfortable. He was making progress! You were becoming more talkative, making jokes here and there, and now it's ruined. And he already knows why.

"...Who's this?" you ask quietly, glancing at Sanzu with caution. God, Kakucho hates to see you like this. The last time you were so scared and quiet was the day you two met, and, while it's a day he holds dear to his heart, he doesn't enjoy seeing you so afraid.

Not when it's his responsibility to make you feel safe.

"I'm Sanzu. I'd say nice to meet ya, but-"

"This is my co-worker. He's just here to annoy me, don't mind him." Kakucho flashes you the most genuine smile he can muster, but it seems to only make you more cautious. Why? Why can't you just trust him? Why are you still so scared of him?

You nod slowly, accepting the explanation despite your obvious suspicion. The both of them follow you to the back of your car, watching you pop open the trunk. Both of them let out a low whistle at the revelation.

Three large duffel bags all stuffed full of weapons. Most of it guns, some of it torture devices, all of it modern and sleek. Sanzu grabs an assault rifle from the bag, letting out a small chuckle. "Fancy work."

Yan!Sanzu who glances at you, still holding the gun in his hands. His eyes trace your body in a way that's purposely obvious - especially keeping his gaze on your boobs. This does nothing but further intimidate you. "Uh...everything is there, I promise. I'm kind of in a hurry, so..."

Yan!Kakucho who bites his cheek in frustration. It isn't like you to be 'in a hurry'. His excitement to see you has slowly been wrung out like water from a wet rag, leaving nothing but a familiar allegiance to violence.

Yan!Sanzu who finally places the rifle back down, noticing your quiet breath of relief. How cute. "She always this strung?" He glances at his fellow Bonten member, before zipping the duffel bag and swinging it over his shoulder. Shit is heavy, too. Jeez.

Kakucho's teeth sink deeper into his cheeks, chewing so hard the taste of blood greets his tongue. It's ruined. This entire day is ruined, and so is his progress with you. All because of one nosey bastard. "No, she actually likes me. You're the one making her nervous. Keep your eyes to yourself." His voice comes out strained, as if trying not to make his anger obvious.

You don't comment on the conversation. This is your first time meeting this Sanzu character, and if the rumors surrounding Bonten are anything to go off on, you won't risk pissing him off.

Today's pickup has been a wake-up call. A blessing, if you will. For a moment you got comfortable. The routine of it all just started to get familiar. Casual. It stopped feeling like a business transaction with a crime organization and instead felt like a meeting with an old friend.

It's a dangerous slope to slip down, and no more are you slipping.

Yan!Kakucho who follows Sanzu back to the car. Both of them toss the duffel bags into the back, sliding them under the seats just to be safe. Only a small moment of silence passes before Kakucho spills.

"Stop the bullshit. What will it take to for you to leave us alone?"

The grin that he receives in response is infuriating. "Us? You two are an 'us' now? Damn, she didn't strike me as your type."

Kakucho grabs his collar, pressing his back into the SUV. He's so close to hitting him again, to letting his anger take control. "Don't forget why you have those nasal splints to begin with." He scoffs, voice low and serious.

Sanzu shoves him back, brushing the dust off his pants. His eyelashes kiss his cheeks, eyes squinting close together. Partially from annoyance, partially from the bright sun rays. "I did you a solid. I kept our little...scuffle under wraps. You should be more grateful. And remember which one of us pulls rank here, cause it sure as hell isn't you."

His spit lands on the gravel, just missing Kakucho's shoes by a hair. Purposely, of course. A sign of disrespect. "Get in the car. I'll close this deal. That's a fucking order."

Yan!Kakucho who stays planted in his spot, fists tight as his eyes watch closely, only looking away when those pink strands disappear behind your car. He should move. He should make sure his doll is safe. He should do something.

...

Like an idiot, he opens the door, sliding back into the SUV. His finger tremble, caressing the steering wheel. The disappointment in himself finds a home in his stomach, creating such horrible nausea he had to bend forward, fighting off vomit. How can he balance his business life in Bonten and his romantic life with you?

He can't. Not as long as Sanzu is in the way, disrupting trust and serving as a threat. But, what can he do? Killing him isn't an option. He beat him once, which was risky enough on its own, but clearly hasn't fixed anything. It's only gotten worse, in fact.

Sanzu has weaseled himself in, finding any and every way to connect with his doll. Going through your background check, stalking you at home, and now riding along for the weapon shipments.

This always happens. Kakucho never gets something for himself, never gets someone for himself. He lost his parents. He lost Izana. He refuses to lose a third time; he won't lose you.

A small laugh leaves his mouth. It's heavy, low, and accompanied by pants of anger. Everyone sticks their hands in his toy box. He won't keeping letting them take from him. This doll? He refuses to share. Not this time.

Yan!Sanzu who grabs the third duffel bag, grunting slightly. It isn't light by any means. I mean, it is filled with a bunch of guns and heavy weapons. Figuratively and literally.

You wrap your arms around yourself, watching him closely. Just in case. He notices, of course. Is it because you're guilty? Are you guilty, [Name]? You jump when he slams the trunk closed, which forces a small snicker out of his mouth. Dickhead.

You rub your elbow in an effort to calm the nerves. "B-be safe, okay?" Fuck. Why did you say that? That's so stupid! This is so damn awkward. He’s a criminal, not some classmate or friend.

His teeth shine white, posture straightening. "I think that's my line." He makes a point to, yet again, look you up and down. He wants you to know he's attracted to you. He wants you to flinch under his gaze. That bit of fear turns him on. "Don't do anything stupid, okay? I'm watching you. Have fun tonight." He waves bye, that childish smile sending goosebumps down your arms.

His mannerism is juvenile, but in a mocking way. In a way that's so 'nice', it's mean. That's so 'polite', it's threatening. That's so “curious’, it's concerning.

That's so accurate, it's blood chilling.

"Have fun?" You repeat, confused. "How’d he know I was going out tonight?"

Yan!Kakucho who drives back. His inner cheeks turn raw from chewing so hard, but it's the best way to keep his anger at bay. Especially when Sanzu is talking the entire way back, clearly ecstatic at his reaction.

"Cmon, don't be so upset! That was a mission successful."

Kakucho tightens his grip on the wheel, stopping at the red light. "I'm not upset."

Sanzu giggles, twirling his hair like a schoolgirl. Revenge is so, so sweet. "Whatever you say. She sure was jumpy back there. What'd you do to the poor thing? It might be better if only I go next time."

Both of their eyes meet. The challenge is clear.

The rest of the ride is silent.

Yan!Sanzu who hops out the car to stretch his legs.

They’ve finally made it back to the “Bonten building”. It’s tall and mysterious, every window so tinted you even can’t see inside. Its legal front is an electrical company, but everyone knows it’s nothing of the sort.

Both of them pause. A large box sits at the entrance. In this line of business, it could be anything. A severed head, a murder weapon, a damn bomb even.

“You order anything?" Sanzu asks. When Kakucho shakes his head no, he steps forward cautiously, peering at the label. His own name is reflected back, making his eyebrows raise with realization.

"Oh, shit, that’s right!” He snaps his fingers, grabbing the box. It’s almost as big as he is. “I’m the one who ordered something! Mikeys chair finally came in."

Yan!Sanzu who gets sent to the same town of your operations. Mikey has some loose ends there, and he needs them cut. Tonight.

Yan!Sanzu who only kills when he’s high. It’s easier that way. More fun, too.

The target is at the club. Downing drinks, flirting with women, and flaunting money to impress. Money that was stolen from Mikey.

He’ll learn, though. They always do. They never live long enough to truly regret it.

With an annoyed expression, he pats his pockets carefully. Time to get this over with. That smug grin is pissing him off.

Pistol? Check.

Gloves? Check.

Pills?

“…Pills?” He squeaks, patting his pocket incessantly.

Yan!Sanzu who runs out of pills right when he finds the target. Just his luck.

Yan!Sanzu who hates cheating on his typical dealer. Everytime he does, something goes wrong.

The deal is either shitty, overpriced, or a set-up.

Okay, it was only a set up once, but since then he hates taking chances. Mikey was pissed for weeks, and he ended up having to kill that officer.

Either way, he’s between a rock and a hard place. Where can he find a legit dealer around here? When? He’s on a time crunch, dammit!

Yan!Sanzu who watches a woman leave the bathroom.

Her red hair is messy as sin and she's wearing a matching red dress.

What bothered him was that fucking sniffing. The fact that he could hear it so clearly over the club music is ridiculous. It's like she’s damn dog. Or maybe he's just easy to anger once he starts crashing from the high.

At first, he assumes she’s a hooker. Then, you come out shortly after, and everything clicks.

Baggy hoodie, large backpack, following after a woman sniffing like that?

God, it’s so obvious.

Yan!Sanzu who wasted no time in approaching you.

Of course, you’re apprehensive at first. Which only pisses him off. He needs product and he needs it now.

“I said I want a fucking perc.” He hisses, pointing his gun at your stomach. The cold metal makes you flinch-and suddenly this situation got a lot more dangerous.

You hand him a baggie.

Yan!Sanzu who dry swallows the pills like it’s nothing.

Yan!Sanzu who tells you to leave the club, because bullets are about to fly. Only, when he’s finally high enough to kill, the target is gone.

Yan!Sanzu who feels his stomach sink. He was supposed to get the job done tonight. He failed. Mikey will realize soon, and when he does…

Yan!Sanzu who knows this is his fault. He could’ve shot the target and just got high after.

He chose to be picky. He chose to put his desires over Mikey’s orders. His failure is his own fault. Yet, he still shoves you against the wall, screaming in your face.

Makes him feel better.

Yan!Sanzu who tugs harshly at your backpack, to which you respond-

“Stop. No, stop! I-i spent hours cooking this shit!”

He rolls his eyes. “You think I care about that right now? I just lost my target and it’s because YOU wouldn’t give me the damn perc!”

Your eyebrows furrow in response. “What Target? What are you talking about?!”

Yan!Sanzu who dumps out your backpack, much to your dismay. He’s a man of taste-he won’t just have any type of narcotic. He wants his pick.

Yan!Sanzu who is surprised at the diversity. You have damn near every drug an addict could imagine. Not to mention, you said you make it yourself?

He swipes up the bag of percocets, a small smile on his face. “Hey.” He says roughly.

When you don’t respond, he grabs the collar of your shirt again. “I said hey.”

You gulp in response. This guy is fucking crazy. “What else do you want, man? To-to kill me?”

Your voice is all scared and shaky. He likes it. Loves it, even. He needed this. Especially after losing the target and feeling like a failure.

He needs to feel powerful right now.

“You make all this shit or what?”

Yan!Sanzu who is surprised when you say yes. Now, his first drug of choice is, and always will be, Percocet's.

However, they’re hard to come by.

His usual dealer back at home has to rob a pharmacy to get some. That's few in between, though. It isn't often his dealer takes that risk, which is understandable, but annoying at the same time.

You can MAKE percocets. You don’t have to steal them from a second source. That means he could have his drug of choice on demand. Not just every few months. Every week if he wanted. Maybe even every day.

Yan!Sanzu who slips you a paper with his number. At first, you think it's some gross way for him to flirt and further humiliate you.

Those eyes are unmistakable, though. This is an addict.

"Don't get arrested, okay? Stay in touch." He tells you casually. As if the two of you are best friends. As if he didn't just hold you at gun point and scream in your face.

With a shaky breath, you stand up, leaning your weight on the cold brick wall. The trash behind the club reeks and makes you cough into your hoodie sleeve. "Why would I do that? You aren't exactly a nice guy."

He snorts. "Or don't. Either way, I'll find you." With a dramatic sigh, he pulls up the sleeves to his black button-up. That's when you see it. He knows, too.

He wants you to see. He wants you to be scared. He wants you to understand that you'll be seeing him more. Whether you want to or not.

Black ink paints the skin on his wrist, and while you're just a small fry in the grand scheme of this criminal industry, even you recognize the tattoo.

This man is a member of Bonten.

Chemist!Reader who waits until Sanzu leaves to make any other moves.

You shove the little bit of product he didn't steal back into your backpack. It wasn't supposed to go like this. It was a simple deal with one of your regulars. She frequents the club and never once have you had any issues with meeting here.

Not until now, anyway.

With a thick gulp, you swing the backpack around your shoulders and rush down the sidewalk, making sure to go the opposite way that pink-haired freak did.

Honestly, you we're heading that way too, but it's better to be safe.

Once you make it home, you break down. A member of Bonten is officially on your radar, and he made it clear he won't just leave you alone. That's fucking scary.

It isn't like you can just call the police. For one, you did break the law yourself. Most importantly, though? Bonten isn't touchable. Everyone knows that. It's the reason you keep a small circle of business.

They're known to kill competition or make them join. Whichever is fine to them. They just want to keep the economy in their hands. To keep their control.

Honestly, you sell drugs, but you damn sure don't want to join that group. If that's what he's hoping for, you might have to take your chances with the police. They're evil. Just plain evil, simple as that. You want no parts.

And, a part of you feels like a hypocrite for thinking that. The same drugs your hands created are likely the same drugs that killed someone. Maybe multiple someone's.

Another part of you, however, believes you're justified. Being a drug dealer is a hell of a lot different than helping an entire crime organization commit heinous acts on such a large scale. Shit like trafficking and other grossness you absolutely don't want to dip into.

Your mind won't leave you alone. You don't want to think about your own moral shortcomings. Don't want to think about the potential of spiraling further into a lack of humanity. You don't want to admit that you're already on a path you know is wrong.

The crumbled piece of paper he gave you imprints on your hoodie pockets like a loud nuisance. You can't ignore it. It screams out your name, telling you it's there. Telling you this isn't a dream.

It isn't until you spread it out and truly take the time to read it that you realize he left more than just his number. Now, you have a name to the mad man.

Sanzu Haruchiyo.

Yan!Sanzu who feels like shit. It isn't until a few days later that he's able to kill the target. As expected, Mikey is pissed. So, by extension, Sanzu is pissed at himself.

Naturally, he wants to see you. Wants his drug of choice. You haven't contacted him like he told you to, but that's fine. Like he said, he can find you whether you want him to or not.

Yan!Sanzu who knocks on the door of your apartment. This neighborhood is an absolute shit show, but he expected nothing less.

If you were a well-known dealer who got rich off drugs, trust and believe, he'd have known you already.

You freeze when you hear the knock. Your mind immediately goes to that day you were ambushed by Sanzu. A part of you has been paranoid, wondering if he planned on killing you or actually making you join.

You creep towards the door and stand on your tip toes. His pink hair is unmistakable, even if the peephole perspective is unforgiving. It's him, alright.

Yan!Sanzu who pauses when you crack open the door. You look different than you did that day.

If he's being honest, he didn't really think about your appearance for the most part. You just looked...casual and plain. Which, he supposes was the point. You didn't want to be noticed.

He sure is thinking about your appearance now, though. You kind of look...cute. You're wearing a tank top and matching pajamas pants. They have gingerbread print on them. Aww.

"...Please just leave me alone." You say hesitantly, only standing halfway in the doorway. You're being cautious. He likes that. He likes that reminder of his own status. But, he isn't here for an ego high. He needs a different kind.

Yan!Sanzu who doesn't bother to walk in your place. Initially, he imagined barging in, scaring you some more, and taking some pills. Instead, he'll try a different approach. He was rather cruel that day you met, but this day...you get merciful Sanzu. He's just decided that.

If you'll be his new drug dealer, he can't have you completely hating him, now can he?

"I want all the percs you got." He tells you quietly, stepping forward to make sure you can hear, but making a point to not just come inside or invade your space. He wants you to feel like there's common ground between the two of you.

This is basically an apology, if you really think about it. He thinks so.

With a shaky breath, you respond. "...Are you going to pay for it? Or are you going to threaten me and steal it?"

He simply pulls up his shirt. First, you notice the gun tucked in his waistband. Then, you notice the stacks of cash tucked right next to it. Finally, you notice the happy trail of hair and-

Oh my god, the curtain matches the drapes.

Yan!Sanzu who nods when you tell him to stay right there. For a moment you almost seem surprised he didn't protest. He really can be such a nice guy. You'll realize it soon. He wants to be on your good side. He'll make sure you understand that this relationship of client/dealer matters to him.

When you come back, you're holding a pill bottle. "...This is a 60 count. 30mg."

His eyes light up at that. He throws the stacks of cash to the ground right at your feet, and it almost hurts to see it. Not because you don't want it, but because you know what occurred for him to get it.

You aren't used to seeing so much money at once. Any cash that's wrapped with a rubber band is way above your tax bracket. "...Here." You say quietly, holding out the bottle. It isn't shocking at how quick he snatches it up.

Yan!Sanzu flashes you an excited smile. "Pleasure doing business with you, baby. I'll see you around. Keep up with yourself like this and I might be more than just your customer."

He walks out at that, his dress shoes clicking with every step. His flirting isn't flattering in the slightest. Not when you know the kind of person he is. You kick the money into your apartment quickly, not wanting to take any chances.

Before closing your door, you feel eyes on you. The neighbors are watching. I mean, a car like his on this side of town? Of course they were watching. Now everyone is wondering about you. Word will travel fast. Especially if he's going to keep popping around.

Just what the hell have you gotten yourself into?

Yan!Sanzu who enjoys how nosey your neighbors are. It makes coming to see you even more enjoyable. He likes attention and he likes that expression of fear on their faces even more.

He likes that expression on your face the most, though.

Yan!Sanzu who becomes more familiar with you. He wants to dig deeper and really get to know you, but you're always quick to shut it down.

Yan!Sanzu who always makes a point to compliment you. Your hair, your outfit, your lips. You always tell him to shut up, and it just makes him admire you even more.

Yan!Sanzu who starts to mention you around other Bonten members. His "hot dealer" is what he calls you. They usually have little to no interest in his rants, but he keeps telling them anyway. Who doesn't want to hear about the color of your couch and how cool you are for choosing it?

Yan!Sanzu who shows up to your place bloody and bruised. He has a bullet wound on his leg, and judging by the trail of blood, got here by foot.

When you usher him inside and begin applying pressure on the wound, his focus zeros in. You're touching him. Telling him it's going to be okay, telling him to stay with you. Like you're his wife or something.

He knew you liked him back. He knew that 'I hate you' attitude was just a front.

"God, what the hell happened? Actually, don't answer. It's better I don't know." You huff, placing down the alcohol wipes.

"Smart girl." He chuckles. His voice is strained, though. He's in pain. Even if he tries to hide it.

With shaky hands, you begin tugging at his jean pockets. He lets out a low whine, and you immediately stop. You placed your weight against his wound on accident. "I-I'm sorry, I'm only trying to-"

"If you wanted me to strip, you should've just said so."

Your face burns with embarrassment. You're careful not to hurt him this time, pulling his phone out his pockets. "Just tell me who I'm supposed to call. I already know the ambulance isn't an option and I want you out of my house."

Yan!Sanzu who finally can admit it's love after that day. You saved his life. I mean, okay, he probably wouldn't have died either way, but he likes to think you saved him.

Yan!Sanzu who is excited when you move to a new place. Is it bad that it turns him on? I mean, he's paying you thousands for pills. He's overpaying for sure, but that's on purpose.

He likes knowing this was possible because of him. He likes the idea of having that much control over your lifestyle.

Yan!Sanzu who slowly begins to show more concerning behavior.

Coming over to 'hang out', grilling you about the guy on your story, buying you luxury goods just for the hell of it, and, worst of all, sharing important information about his criminal activities. That's when you know you're in too deep for sure.

You're always telling him not to share that stuff. Not only does it disgust you to be reminded of behaviors you're associating with, but if anything goes south, you'd know far too much. Only thing to come from that is prison or death.

Unfortunately, he'll mention insane shit out of the blue. Like that one time he came to pick up pills and said: "I killed a little boy today. Stray bullet hit him."

You actually threw up when you heard about that.

Yan!Sanzu who kisses you for the first time after venting about some Bonten business. You've stopping trying to set boundaries at this point. All your other clients contribute nothing to your financial life. Not when you're in a penthouse and own luxury bags. He is your job now. It is what it is.

Yan!Sanzu who begins calling you his girlfriend and kissing you more often. He never even bothered to officially ask you out. What's understood doesn't need to be clarified. You've been his for a while now. Always will be.

Yan!Sanzu who can go weeks at a time without ever contacting you. Those weeks are not as peaceful as you'd wish. Instead, they're filled with dread and wondering when he'll be back, because you know what's coming.

If he doesn't show up, it means he's busy.

If he's busy, it means he's fulfilling orders.

He's going to be back when it's all over, and then you'll have no choice but to hear all about it. To be reminded that he is a devious person who commits heinous crimes with no remorse. In those moments, he becomes more like the person who held you at gun point and stole from you rather than the one who spoils you in jewels and praise.

Yan!Sanzu who is good at selling a fairytale. He plans dates, buys you things, remembers the little stuff...almost makes you think it's a real, healthy relationship. Then, like a switch, he's that sadistic criminal again.

It isn't just his determination to confesses his crimes; He likes to make you use with him. Sometimes when you say no, he's fine with it.

Other times, he gets mad and will force the pill down your throat anyway.

He likes when you're high together, because then you're a little nicer to him. You don't look at him like you're still cautious. Why can't you understand that he loves you? Why can't you let go of the past, of his baggage, and just relax? Just love him.

Yan!Sanzu who finally brings you to meet Bonten after a few months of you being his girlfriend. They greet you lazily, clearly not all that interested. It's a relief for you, but also curious at the same time. You half expected to be looked at suspiciously and like a possible threat.

A part of you wonders if they bring women over often. Maybe it's usual for the members. That's why they didn't interrogate you or really think twice about your presence.

That's answered quickly when a half-naked girl walks down the hall, carrying the rest of her outfit and blowing a kiss at one of the other members. Wow.

Yan!Sanzu who talks about you during a smoke session with Bonten.

"I don't even think about other girls anymore. I'm serious about this one."

Rindou raises an eyebrow at this. "You sure? Last I checked you'd get high and fuck anything." Everyone chuckles at that.

Sanzu rolls his eyes, breathing out smoke and passing the blunt. "Yes, asshole. I'm sure." Ran inhales deeply, not letting his turn go to waste. Everyone begins to relax as more time goes by.

"How's the sex?" Mochi asks, leaning back and looking at Sanzu curiously. He runs his hands through his hair before shrugging. "We haven't fucked yet."

Everyone laughs even harder at that, to which he feels embarrassed. I mean, he's thought about it, but most of your time together is him talking about his sins while cuddling. He can't complain, but now he's kind of curious.

Yan!Sanzu who wakes up beside you one morning, as he usually does. He basically lives in your penthouse at this point. You're wearing a short night gown, one leg hiked up just enough to let him see where your ass meets your thigh.

He shakes you awake and eases into the idea. You know what he's implying and expected this to happen eventually. Is it bad that you also want it? He's a horrible person, but you like this life now.

The money is good, the dates are great...only thing left is the sex, right? Your relationship with Sanzu is complicated, but don't want to leave.

Or maybe you do. Maybe you just understand that leaving would mean certain death. Either way, this relationship isn't so bad. You're not the one killing people, so you're not a bad person. Right? Everything is fine. All of this normal. It's time to let go and accept it all.

Yan!Sanzu who goes down on you that night. It was your first time being ate out, and honestly it was really good.

He started by spreading your thighs, whispering sweet praises all the while. When he finally seen your pussy, he felt like his life changed. "She's so pretty...", He says softly. You shiver. Not only from his words, but from his warm breath hitting your bare core.

"Don't-don't do that..."

"Do what, baby?" He chuckles, gently spreading your pussy open and feasting his eyes on the sight. "She's desperate for my tongue, y'know."

You squeak at that. "THAT! Don't call her-I mean it-" You groan. "Don't talk about it like that."

He smiles up at you. God, seeing him below you is so...delicious. So raw. Sanzu wastes no time in diving in, immediately eating like he's starving.

You instinctively squeeze your legs together, which only makes him moan in response. The feeling of his head being stuck between your soft thighs makes his dick throb.

He continues to fuck you with his tongue, his nose occasionally grazing your clit and making you especially sensitive. You realize he's teasing you on purpose when you try and buck his nose back against you, and he laugh in response, small vibrations making your pussy flutter.

"Sanzu, be nice!" You squeal, back arching off the mattress and hands gripping his pink strands. He holds your thighs tight and resists your tugs until you finally lift his head up. "Just make me cum!" He stares up at you with hazy eyes and a wet chin, letting out a loud whine. How can he resist when you're pulling on him like this?

He lets his head rest on your lower stomach and awkwardly humps the mattress while looking up at you. He pants against your skin, enjoying the contact. He feels his dick, which is still strained in his pants, let out spurts of cum as he looks into your eyes. It happens so quickly, you don't even fully realize you made him so desperate.

"...I will." He says desperately. He's always been a little clingy, but he's never seemed so...submissive until now. He pulls his head back down, and you loosen your grip on his hair. "Wanna make her-I mean, you finish. Tastes so good, feels so good, please just-" He opens your pussy lips, giving your clit a nice, long lick.

"Just let me enjoy this, okay? I-I already came in my pants...now it's your turn."

Yan!Sanzu who enjoys watching you make his pills. He'll come from behind and kiss your neck, placing his hands into your apron pocket. It makes him feel like those married couples in the movies. I mean, technically you're still cooking, even if it isn't food.

How romantic. The two of you really are meant to be.

Yan!Sanzu who, despite his obsession with you, will always put his loyalty to Mikey first.

That reservation with the long waiting list? Sorry, Mikey needed him.

You had to meet with Bonten's doctor because your drug lab blew up? He was out torturing an informant, and no he won't stop to come check on you.

You miss him? You feel like the relationship is distant? Oh well, sometimes the missions drag on for a few weeks. He'll be back when Mikey says he can come back.

Don't worry though, he'll shower you in money and make sure to eat your sweet pussy all night long as an apology. Then, you'll have forgotten all about whatever it is.

No secret meetings with Bonten’s rivals. No suspicious hobbies he could use against you. Hell, you haven’t even touched yourself in a three week span! (and yes, he was hoping to see.)

He has to do something. He has to. You won't get out of his fucking head. He knows why, too. It's because you're the living embodiment of Kakucho's accomplishment.

YOU are the reason he has brownie points with Mikey right now. YOU are the reason Bonten has been able to move product quicker. YOU are the reason more money than ever is pouring in. YOU are the reason Mikey made that face.

And, oh god, every time he remembers Mikeys face, his heart sinks.

That disgusting expression of satisfaction. The awkward twinkle in eyes as dark and empty as his. The look he hasn't seem from him in years. The look he hasn't received despite being the most loyal member of Bonten.

He has to stop Mikey from replacing him. He has to.

Yan!Kakucho loves to clean up Bonten's guns. Sometimes they get dusty, sometimes they get bloody, and sometimes they get down-right disgusting. That's only if it's coming out of the torture chamber, though.

Either way, he enjoys every second. He sprays some cleaning solution before wiping vomit off the barrel. The rag pulls away the gross combination of colors and reveals the sleek, black metal.

Now, usually, he wouldn't even bother doing this. Such is the work of low ranked losers.

However, he is his dolls owner. So, naturally, he is responsible for her actions, or, in this case, creations. The guns included.

It brings him a different type of joy to do this. To wash off the work of others. To bring the gun back to its beautiful, original state. The way you intended it to look.

He can almost hear you. See you. Touch you. Taste you. Smell you, even. This is the very thing that connects him and you. The very reason he gets to see you. Isn't it beautiful? God, he can imagine you now.

Standing over a table, creating new blueprints, working hard to make more weapons. Working hard to make the very weapon he's holding.

This makes him feel worthy. He's actually fulfilling his purpose as your owner. You were blessed with gifted hands. He was blessed to be yours. To take care of you and your art. Which includes cleaning the guns when needed.

He lets out a low whine when the gun is finally clean. This is how the gun looked when you made it. How it looked when you touched it.

"This smelled like her at one point..." He mumbles quietly, shifting awkwardly. The meeting table isn't comfortable to sit on. "Had her skin cells on it once..." He runs his hands up and down the gun, feeling goosebumps on his arms.

His hands reach for his pants zipper. Then, he hears this agitating, grating voice.

"Did you miss meeeee?" Yan!Sanzu drags out, his voice playful as he bursts into the meeting room.

Kakucho jumps. Jesus. Had he come in just a little later, this moment would be a lot more embarrassing. "Not really. I enjoyed your absence these past weeks." He scoffs. His pale cheeks burn hot.

"You dont mean that."

"Oh, but I do."

A small silence goes by before Sanzu twirls his hair, sighing dramatically. "I just need to ask a few questions. Jeez. Since you're in such a mood, I'll get right to the point."

Sanzu steps closer.

Kakucho stands up, narrowing his eyes. He instinctively grips the gun properly, but they both know he won't do anything. Inner conflict annoys Mikey. Neither of them wants to annoy Mikey.

Albeit, for different reasons.

"So, how'd you find the engineer anyway?" Sanzu asks. He's trying to be careful with his words. He doesn't want to give away his stalking spree.

Yan!Kakucho glares in response. His finger trails the trigger carefully. How poetic it would be to shoot Sanzu right now. To protect his doll using her very creation. He isn't dumb enough to pull the trigger, though.

He puts the gun back on the display with a sigh. At least he finished cleaning it before the idiot arrived. "Would you stop asking about her? It's really annoying. Why do you care?"

"I don't." Sanzu answers. He answers quickly. Too quickly.

Kakucho turns his head so fast his earring jingles. Sanzu never cares about anything this much. He disappeared for a few weeks (doing god knows what) and is still asking about you!

Yan!Kakucho goes back and forth with him for a while. He feels worried for his doll. The fact that he's so interested is worrying.

"This whole thing is suspicious! So just come clean and be done with it!" Sanzu screams, his eyes wide and manic.

He seriously has to let those pills go, man...

Before Kakucho can respond, he falls to the ground. Sanzu pushes him roughly. Spit flies everywhere as he continues his paranoid, drug-induced rant.

Now, this isn't the first time something like this has happened. Won't be the last. First time it's involving his doll, yes. However, Sanzu gets...crazy like this. A lot.

He used to get in full-blown fist fights with other members. Damn near every week, too. Mikey put him in check fast. Thankfully.

So, Kakucho stands back up and decides to let this run its course. He won't actually fight him. Whatever he's saying isn't worth hearing. It's just the drugs tal-

"Just a few weeks after she got fired, she started working for us. You want me to believe that's a coincidence? They probably noticied her bad qualities! She isn't good for Bonten, and I'm fucking sick of no one questioning it! We haven't even seen her before, only you have!"

Wait. Wait, wait, wait.

"How do you know she got fired?"

Yan!Sanzu slipped up. So, he just admits it. Cats out of the bag, right?

"Yeah, that's right. I know." That look of shock on Kakucho's face is exhilarating. "I know all about [Name]." Oh, the look after he says your name is even better.

That's right. He's the better member. He's the smarter one. He's the winner. He's the king's best servant.

"Where do you think I've been these past few weeks? Her house is pretty nice, man. Just how much are we paying her?"

Unfortunately, he doesn't get to see Kakucho's face this time. All he sees is a fast blur before crashing into the meeting table.

Yan!Kakucho doesn't stop at the first punch. He pulls back Sanzu's pink hair roughly, taking in his face only for a moment. Then, he begins slamming his face into the table repeatedly. He can't even think straight anymore. He's so fucking pissed.

How does he know your name? Has he really seen your house? Why? For what? What if you've spoken to him? What if he's touched you before? He can't let him live after this. He isn't giving up his doll, and he isn't sharing either.

Deep down, he knows he needs to stop. He can't kill Sanzu. Who knows what Mikey would do. Who knows what disaster would follow.

However, that sound every time his head slams back into the tabletop? Delicious. That small bit of blood painting the marble red? Perfect. That gross sight of his broken nose when he pulls him back up? Exactly what he wants to see.

Is he gonna kill him? He can't kill him. But he can't stop, either. No one was supposed to know. His doll was his. That was his joy. That was his to keep secret. His to have.

You're only meant for his toy box.

Yan!Takeomi walks in a shitshow, of course.

He goes straight into reprimanding Kakucho, gripping his collar roughly and screaming in his face.

He lets it happen. He knows he fucked up. He knows this could set Mikey off. He knows he shouldn't have done it. He doesn't regret it, though.

"ARE YOU CRAZY? ARE YOU TRYING TO PISS OFF MIKEY? IS THAT IT? DO YOU-"

"Ha."

Both Takeomi and Kakucho pause, glancing over. And, good lord, is it a shitty sight.

Sanzu's nose is twisted in a way it shouldn't. His hair is all messed up. His neck is shiny with sweat. Worst of all is that creepy smile. The blood staining all his teeth.

"HAHAHAHAHAHAHA!" His laugh is chilling, sending both of his peers on edge. They share a look of astonishment. Is he seriously laughing right now?

"Hey...you alright, man?" Takeomi asks carefully. He's not necessarily scared, but he absolutely doesn't want to fight him.

Sanzu isn't all that strong. However, when he's high? It's like the fucker can't even feel pain. The drugs give him some kind of crazy pain tolerance. He just won't stop. Even when he's losing. It almost reminds him of someone else he once knew.

Yan!Sanzu stops laughing after a while. A nasty, heavy tension is in the air.

"YOU ASSHOLE-" Takeomi blocks Sanzu from charging forward. After some awkward moments of struggle, he finally gives up, instead catching his breath and sitting in the floor.

The three of them all stand in Bonten's meeting room. Blood on the table, spit on the floor...Mikey would throw a fucking fit if he saw this.

"The both of you are cleaning this shit up. Right after someone explains to me what just happened."

Yan!Kakucho glares at Sanzu. He's wiping down the meeting table, watching the white rag stain red with blood. It's rather silent now, save for the keyboard typing and occasional curses of pain.

Takeomi hums, leaning back in one of the meeting chairs. "I don't know, none of this seems suspicious. I was there when we recruited her. Poor thing was terrified. I doubt she's a threat."

Sanzu groans, pulling the ice pack away from his nose. "That's what she wants you to think!"

"I'm not gonna lie, you need to keep that ice pack on. Your shit is literally black and blue."

Both men glare at Kakucho, who immediately glances away. "Just some friendly advice..", he mumbles, voice more quiet. He continues to wipe down the table.

Takeomi shuts down the laptop with a loud click. "Maybe you're just paranoid. We both know you get like that. [Name] seems like a normal girl who got broke enough to break the law. Not some genius spy."

Kakucho flinches. Ugh, he hates hearing your name from someone else's mouth. He hates that there are now three people in Bonten who have read your background check. Who know your name and your face.

"Yeah, and stalking her isn't cool. You fucking creep." He says, looking up at Sanzu.

"Says the one who acts all possessive. News flash, she isn't your girlfriend. You fucking creep."

"Ha, look who took my advice." Kakucho chuckles dryly. "Keep talking with the ice pack still covering your nose. Like a good boy."

Takeomi groans for what feels like the hundredth time today. "Would you two just stop already?"

Yan!Sanzu is conflicted. This is the second person who, even after seeing all the files he did, disagrees. Takeomi thinks you're just some innocent girl who went broke.

Yeah, right.

Should he just go straight to Mikey? Would he believe him? Usually, he wouldn't even question it.

Bonten's lack of hesitation to take out those even suspected of being informants is their strength. They take out the problem before it even has a chance to become a bigger one. Suspicion is enough to get you killed in this world.

The difference is that you're valuable. Very, very valuable. It took long to find a new engineer and Bonten's operations slowed down without one. So, just having you at all is important. But, to top it off, you working more efficiently and bringing in better profits than the last?

Mikey won't just let him kill you. He needs evidence. He needs to be absolutely sure.

Yan!Mikey's knees rest against his chest. He twirls around in his chair. It lets out a creaking noise every time he completes a full 360. It's always cold and dull inside his personal office. No kinds of decor either, it's just dark and gloomy. Sanzu doesn't mind, though. Even just being inside is an honor.

"So? What do you think? I wanted to make sure it was okay with you first."

Mikey looks up at Sanzu. His eyes are blank. Disinterested. Bored.

"If that's what you want, you can."

Sanzu returns his empty stare with a wide smile. He's still got it. He's still the king's greatest asset. He's still Bonten's second-in-command.

Damn. It's good to finally feel like himself again.

"Great! I was hoping you'd approve."

Kakucho's going to be so pissed. Oh, I can see it now. His fists all white with anger. His-

"And Sanzu?"

"Yes?"

"...Order me a new chair. This one won't stop creaking."