#SANZU 💊🤍

[shamsrevengers]

❧ ɪ ᴄᴀɴ ꜰɪx ʜɪᴍ (ɴᴏ ʀᴇᴀʟʟʏ ɪ ᴄᴀɴ)

➳ You dedicated four years of your life to the dangerous task of being Bonten's spy, positioned as a lawyer in the midst of their biggest competitor's company. You couldn't help but wonder what would have happened if things hadn't gone awry that fateful day. Would you still be a pawn in Hanma Shuji’s manipulative game? However, as self-centered as it may seem, you were secretly grateful that your cover was blown that night at the club. If it hadn't been exposed, you would have still been trapped in that terrible man's bed. But most of all, if your cover hadn't been blown, you wouldn't have had the chance to meet him.

⤷ ᴡᴀʀɴɪɴɢꜱ; BONTEN TIMELINE, language, sex, drug abuse/use, violence, toxic themes, overall not for young audiences or those easily affected by subjects of the same nature.

⤷ ᴄʜᴀʀᴀᴄᴛᴇʀꜱ; Haruchiyo Sanzu, Manjiro Sano, Ran Haitani, Rindou Haitani, Kokononi Hajime, Takeomi Akashi, Kakucho.

⤷ ɪᴍᴘᴏʀᴛᴀɴᴛ; this is all work of fiction. in no way am i prompting the acts in this fictional story nor am i encouraging acts done or words said in this piece of writing. i heavily recommend only 18+ viewers as the heavy themes are not the most suitable for a younger audience.

𝗰𝗵𝗮𝗽𝘁𝗲𝗿 𝗼���𝗲 ;; 𝙩𝙝𝙚 𝙨𝙢𝙤𝙠𝙚 𝙘𝙡𝙤𝙪𝙙 𝙗𝙞𝙡𝙡𝙤𝙬𝙨 𝙤𝙪𝙩 𝙤𝙛 𝙝𝙞𝙨 𝙢𝙤𝙪𝙩𝙝.

𝗰𝗵𝗮𝗽𝘁𝗲𝗿 𝘁𝘄𝗼 ;; 𝙝𝙞𝙨 𝙝𝙖𝙣𝙙, 𝙨𝙤 𝙘𝙖𝙡𝙡𝙤𝙪𝙨𝙚𝙙 𝙛𝙧𝙤𝙢 𝙝𝙞𝙨 𝙥𝙞𝙨𝙩𝙤𝙡 𝙨𝙤𝙛𝙩𝙡𝙮 𝙩𝙧𝙖𝙘𝙚𝙨 𝙝𝙚𝙖𝙧𝙩𝙨 𝙤𝙣 𝙢𝙮 𝙛𝙖𝙘𝙚.

𝗰𝗵𝗮𝗽𝘁𝗲𝗿 𝘁𝗵𝗿𝗲𝗲 ;; 𝙝𝙚 𝙟𝙪𝙨𝙩 𝙝𝙖𝙙𝙣'𝙩 𝙢𝙚𝙩 𝙢𝙚 𝙮𝙚𝙩.

𝗰𝗵𝗮𝗽𝘁𝗲𝗿 𝗳𝗼𝘂𝗿 ;; 𝙘𝙤𝙢𝙚 𝙘𝙡𝙤𝙨𝙚, 𝙞’𝙡𝙡 𝙨𝙝𝙤𝙬 𝙮𝙤𝙪 𝙝𝙚𝙖𝙫𝙚𝙣 𝙞𝙛 𝙮𝙤𝙪’𝙡𝙡 𝙗𝙚 𝙖𝙣 𝙖𝙣𝙜𝙚𝙡 𝙖𝙡𝙡 𝙣𝙞𝙜𝙝𝙩.

𝗰𝗵𝗮𝗽𝘁𝗲𝗿 𝗳𝗶𝘃𝗲 ;; 𝙩𝙧𝙪𝙨𝙩 𝙢𝙚, 𝙞 𝙘𝙖𝙣 𝙝𝙖𝙣𝙙𝙡𝙚 𝙢𝙚 𝙖 𝙙𝙖𝙣𝙜𝙚𝙧𝙤𝙪𝙨 𝙢𝙖𝙣, 𝙣𝙤 𝙧𝙚𝙖𝙡𝙡𝙮 𝙞 𝙘𝙖𝙣.

𝗰𝗵𝗮𝗽𝘁𝗲𝗿 𝘀𝗶𝘅 ;; 𝙞 𝙘𝙖𝙣 𝙛𝙞𝙭 𝙝𝙞𝙢, 𝙣𝙤 𝙧𝙚𝙖𝙡𝙡𝙮 𝙞 𝙘𝙖𝙣.

𝗰𝗵𝗮𝗽𝘁𝗲𝗿 𝘀𝗲𝘃𝗲𝗻 ;; 𝙬𝙝𝙤𝙖, 𝙢𝙖𝙮𝙗𝙚 𝙞 𝙘𝙖𝙣'𝙩.

[shamsrevengers]

𝗰𝗵𝗮𝗽𝘁𝗲𝗿 𝗼𝗻𝗲 ;; 𝙩𝙝𝙚 𝙨𝙢𝙤𝙠𝙚 𝙘𝙡𝙤𝙪𝙙 𝙗𝙞𝙡𝙡𝙤𝙬𝙨 𝙤𝙪𝙩 𝙤𝙛 𝙝𝙞𝙨 𝙢𝙤𝙪𝙩𝙝.

⤷ ᴡᴀʀɴɪɴɢꜱ; BONTEN TIMELINE, language, sex, drug abuse/use, violence, toxic themes, overall not for young audiences or those easily affected by subjects of the same nature.

⤷ ᴄʜᴀʀᴀᴄᴛᴇʀꜱ; Haruchiyo Sanzu, Manjiro Sano, Ran Haitani, Rindou Haitani, Kokononi Hajime, Takeomi Akashi, Kakucho, Hanma Shuji.

⤷ ɪᴍᴘᴏʀᴛᴀɴᴛ; this is all work of fiction. in no way am i prompting the acts in this fictional story nor am i encouraging acts done or words said in this piece of writing. i heavily recommend only 18+ viewers as the heavy themes are not the most suitable for a younger audience.

Getting roped into a professional deal meeting was a common occurrence for you. However, you never quite enjoyed these types of gatherings. Unlike headquarters meetings; the ones held in clubs and parties required you to wear anything but your normal suit. Moreover, instead of having your gun conveniently tucked in the back pocket, you had to conceal it in a purse.

Another inconvenience awaited as the meeting with Bonten approached. Despite spending four years as a spy in Hanma Shuji's company, you had successfully evaded any interactions with them. Your reports were always encrypted and sent covertly.

The moment you saw the alert from Hanma on your phone confirming their arrival, you swiftly adjusted your lipstick and pushed open the bathroom doors with a sigh. Your gaze remained forward, yet you couldn't miss the sight of the many Bonten members in your peripheral strategically placed around the area in every corner.

The sight of the blonde and black hair nest caught your attention - it was impeccably groomed, a far cry from the dishevelled and moaning one you were used to. Taking a seat beside him, you tuned into the conversation. "It's been years, hasn't it, Mikey? You've outdone yourself, you bastard," Hanma quipped, nodding towards Manjiro Sano's associates.

You were well aware of their identities. Names, ages, backgrounds, achievements. It was necessary. You needed to be informed, but their suspicious glances towards you indicated that they were unaware of who you really were.

Dispelling any thoughts of the past, Takeomi Akashi redirected the conversation. The air was thick with the smell of his cigar and various drinks. "Let's keep our minds on the present. Have you taken a look at our agreement?"

Hanma looks over at you with a sly grin on his face, his eyes scanning you up and down before he turns his attention back towards Bonten. "I think you already know my answer, don't you?" he retorts, his tone laced with sarcasm and amusement. You can't help but feel a twinge of confusion at his words, wondering what he means by them. The way he delivers his response makes you feel uneasy as if you're missing something important that he's already aware of.

As Kokonoi Hajime asked, "What’s that supposed to mean?" there was a hint of amusement in his voice, but also a touch of sarcasm. Hanma's response was a maniacal laughter, which echoed through the room. He took a big gulp from his whiskey and then softly traced your jawline with his fingers. "The love of my life has been your bitch for years," he said, his tone slightly mocking, "so you must know my answer. Or has she not been doing her job correctly?" The tension in the room was palpable, as the three of you sat there in silence, waiting for someone to break it.

Your gaze was fixated on Hanma's, and your heart raced with panic. The calmness in his demeanour was more terrifying than if he had been visibly angry. Despite the sound of guns being readied in the background, you couldn't tear your eyes away from him. Tears began to well up in your eyes, but you dared not blink, afraid to lose sight of him even for a moment.

As Rindou Haitani's voice echoed through the room, you couldn't help but feel a sense of unease wash over you. You knew that something was about to happen, and the way that Hanma reacted only confirmed your suspicions. His smile was small, but it was enough to let you know that he was aware of the danger that he was in.

Slowly, he lifted his hand away from you, and he could see the look of relief on your face. And you could see the relief on his, it was as if he had been waiting for this moment as if he was finally free from some sort of burden that he had been carrying. He got up from his seat, his movements slow and deliberate as he buttoned his suit.

Meanwhile, your attention was drawn to Bonten, who had all of their guns pointed at Hanma. They were ready for whatever was about to happen, and their expressions were cold and unyielding. You couldn't help but feel a sense of dread as you watched the scene unfold before you, wondering what would happen next.

Hanma, seeming like an imposing figure from your seat, leaned down towards your ear, his hot breath making you flinch. His lips twisted into a sneer as he spoke in a low, menacing voice, "I hope it was worth it, doll." The words seemed to hang in the air like a threat before he straightened up and walked away, his group of mean-looking followers trailing behind him like loyal dogs.

As you sat there, your mind was in a state of shock and disbelief. You couldn't help but wonder why he didn't just kill you, why he gave you away so easily. After all, you had spent four years in his embrace, in his bed, intimately intertwined in his thoughts and desires. How could he simply let you go without a second thought? Had he known all along about your deceitful ways? You were the one who had been breaking hearts and deceiving him, yet somehow the past four years of your life were flashing before your eyes. The confusion and tumultuous emotions were overwhelming, and you couldn't help but question everything you thought you knew.

You flicked the ash from your cigarette, the motion feeling like an act of surrender. The headache that had been plaguing you all night refused to budge, and you leaned your head back against the brick wall of the club. The cold air outside seemed to hit you harder than it should have, the chill seeping through your clothes and into your bones. You felt lost, unsure of what to do next.

As you stood in the dark alley, the sound of footsteps caught your attention. You turned your head to the side and saw a tall figure approaching. It was Haruchiyo Sanzu. The neon lights from the nearby club illuminated his sharp features, casting shadows across his face. The thumping beat of techno music echoed through the alley, creating a surreal atmosphere that seemed to match the intensity of the moment. You looked up at Sanzu, unsure of what was to come, but having the feeling that this encounter would change your life forever.

Sanzu cleared his throat and spoke in a low voice. "Manjiro asked me to pass on a message. Hanma fled. Fucker left in a car that had no license plate and dark-tinted windows. My men were unable to track him down since then. His line went cold." The pink-eyed man's gaze swept over you, all of you. His light eyelashes casting shadows on his pale cheeks.

With a simple and somber tone, you replied, "Hmm," while keeping your gaze directed towards the ground. Despite having finished what he was here for, Sanzu didn't leave. Instead, he positioned himself against the opposite wall and inquired, "Normal?" It took a moment for you to grasp the meaning behind his words as you glanced up at him. "Oh, no. Filtered," you responded, savouring the last inhalation from your cigarette.

Delving into your purse, you retrieved a pack of strong cigarettes and tossed it to him, his reflexes catching it effortlessly. Lighting one with a lighter, he scrutinized the label on the packet. Your eyes landed on the cigarettes, recognizing them as Shuji's. A feeling of discomfort crept into your chest.

"Do you love him?" Sanzu asked abruptly. Your eyebrows furrowed in response, "Pardon?" You scoffed at his question. Despite your many experiences with men like him, their candidness never failed to catch you off guard. "I always thought it was a basic spy rule to not get emotionally involved with your mission," Sanzu exhaled a heavy cloud of smoke.

You let out a chuckle, stating, "After spending four years with him, it's only natural to not be immediately ready to accept the next person your boss will assign for me, no?" Your tone was filled with bitterness and hostility. Sanzu shook his head and firmly declared, "You won't be involved in any espionage shit anymore. Manjiro wants you for us."

“For what?”

“You’re a lawyer, aren’t you?”

After contemplating his words, you directed your gaze towards him. Would you continue to pursue your regular job without any covert involvement with Bonten? The idea of taking a year-long vacation seemed appealing to you.

The aroma of the smoke exuded an air of solace, enveloping your senses with a luxurious embrace. Yet, when it would waft from Shuji, it instilled a sense of unease, leaving you teetering on the precipice of anxiety. Perched on the edge of a metaphorical cliff, your heart would race, fearing the imminent descent into chaos. However, when that familiar scent permeated the air, and when your gaze ascended to witness hues of pink hair instead of the usual dark and blonde, a newfound tranquillity settled within, allowing your breath to flow steadily once more.

The silence was broken by Sanzu, who spoke up abruptly. "He won't leave it alone, you know?" he said, his eyes fixed on you as if waiting for a reaction. "Hanma won't rest until you're buried." His words had an ominous tone to them, but you refused to let them affect you. You maintained eye contact with Sanzu and replied in a calm voice, "I know Hanma is determined, but he would never hurt me." Despite the gravity of the situation, you managed to maintain your composure and speak with confidence.

Sanzu let out a hearty laugh when he heard what you had done. "You locked him down that bad, huh?" he asked, his smirk growing wider as smoke escaped from his nose. You responded with a shrug, not willing to give away too much information. "I guess you'll never know," you replied with a small smile. The two of you stood there for a moment, the tension dissipating as he chuckled at the situation.

He let out a low hum, which seemed to carry a deeper meaning than just a typical conversation ending. Rather, it felt like a subtle challenge, as if he was silently asserting his intelligence and determination to solve whatever problem or puzzle had been discussed. It was a confident, almost daring sound, suggesting that he was not afraid of a challenge and was willing to take on the obstacle of you.

i can fix him (no really i can).

[shamsrevengers]

𝗰𝗵𝗮𝗽𝘁𝗲𝗿 𝘁𝗵𝗿𝗲𝗲 ;; 𝙝𝙚 𝙟𝙪𝙨𝙩 𝙝𝙖𝙙𝙣'𝙩 𝙢𝙚𝙩 𝙢𝙚 𝙮𝙚𝙩.

⤷ ᴡᴀʀɴɪɴɢꜱ; BONTEN TIMELINE, language, sex, drug abuse/use, violence, toxic themes, overall not for young audiences or those easily affected by subjects of the same nature.

⤷ ᴄʜᴀʀᴀᴄᴛᴇʀꜱ; Haruchiyo Sanzu, Manjiro Sano, Ran Haitani, Rindou Haitani, Kokononi Hajime, Takeomi Akashi, Kakucho, Hanma Shuji.

⤷ ɪᴍᴘᴏʀᴛᴀɴᴛ; this is all work of fiction. in no way am i prompting the acts in this fictional story nor am i encouraging acts done or words said in this piece of writing. i heavily recommend only 18+ viewers as the heavy themes are not the most suitable for a younger audience.

Your mind hadn’t stopped thinking about what happened with Sanzu on that rooftop. Minutes turned to hours turned to a full two days ever since then and you’re still in bewilderment. You didn’t even have the faintest idea what he traced on your left cheek; for all you know he might have been readying himself to kill you. But the way he looked at you told you otherwise. Told you he’d kill for you.

You had been assigned by Manjiro to go out with Rindou Haitani to pick up money. It was a three hour drive, he said. He also mentioned something about Sanzu accompanying you. That made your eye twitch a little.

Other than Sanzu, another psychopathic man has been haunting you. You tried to find out with multiple ways how those two Hanma Shuji men were posed as lawyers. Did Manjiro know that they would be there? Is that why he sent you? No, those men didn’t know who you were or else they would have either killed you on the spot or dragged you all the way to wherever shithole Shuji would be staying in right now.

Your string of thoughts was interrupted by the loud and continuous blaring sound of a car’s horn. You glanced at the source; a fully blacked out SUV. The passenger window, where you stood, rolled down. “Get in.” Sanzu said. “Demanding much?” You muttered to yourself as you opened the backseat door. You felt your face heat up in embarrassment when you heard Rindou’s snicker about your comment, confirming to you that if he heard then Sanzu for sure did too.

The car ride was quiet for the most part lest for the occasional short conversation between Sanzu and Rindou about Bonten stuff that you didn’t even consider to eavesdrop on considering how genuinely uninterested in it you were. Then Rindou got a call that he apparently needed to park the car on the side of the road and take outside. Was it because of you?

“It’s his girl,” as if reading your mind, Sanzu answered your unasked question. He was glancing at you from the rear view mirror. “Oh. That’s adorable.” You chuckled, looking back at him. You two locked eyes for what seemed like moons before you interrupted the hypnotism and looked back at Rindou from your window. He was wiping sweating hands on his trousers and his face was flushed red with a wide smile adorning it.

“She must be real good to him. For him.” You voiced out loud. Sanzu hummed, “She’s good. Works for us.” He gave you unasked for context. “Yeah?” You took a peek at the rear view mirror. “Yeah.” He was already looking at you.

The driver door opened suddenly and Rindou heavily sighed as he sat down. You smiled, “You tell her you love her?” You asked, voice laced with sarcastic adoration. Rindou’s ears turned red, “‘Course I fucking did.” He mumbled, starting the car and glaring at his friend who just exposed him. Sanzu scoffed but you ignored him as you mumbled, “Good.” Leaning back in your seat, the pink eyes that kept themselves on you went ignored but not unnoticed.

Another hour had passed and you unintentionally fell asleep, finding it easy to with the soft music in the background the chill air from the AC. You flutter your eyes open, yawning when the car comes to its second halt. “Are we there yet..?” You said croakily. You Rindou chuckle as you rubbed your eyes trying to let go of the sleep, “No. There’s another hour left but Sanzu wanted to get something.” He pointed at the gas station convenience store we parked in front of.

“There’s still another three hours back.” You groaned in realisation which earned you another chuckled from Rindou. “Why am I here? I’m doing nothing but being annoyed and sleeping.” You complained, your gaze on Sanzu’s figure inside the store. “He asked for you to come.” Rindou replied after tracing to where you were so focused on and realising it was Sanzu.

Your eyebrows furrowed, “What?” Your tone was confused more than it was surprised. Rindou smiled simply, “He likes you.” You scoffed, “He likes a lot of people from what I’ve heard.” Rindou shrugged, “Oh, yeah. Sanzu’s a whore but. . . he’s not following through with his normal behaviour when it comes to you.”

“He doesn’t even know me.”

“He does. We do. We have a file for everyone.”

“That’s not what I meant. I meant he doesn’t know me.”

“I know that. He knows that too.”

“‘Never saw him this intrigued with a woman before.” Rindou explained. You simply shrugged, “Well, he just hadn’t met me yet, I guess.”

Just as he was about to voice a retort, the car door opened and Sanzu sat down. Rindou asked him what was so important for him to get and the other executive’s reply was to take out his newly bought cigarette pack and light one up.

He was looking at you from the rear view mirror as he did. He was looking at you as he lit a cigarette that was the same brand that Shuji used, the same brand that you gave him in the alleyway.

Why does he want you?

It wasn’t uncommon for you to instantly click with criminals. It was objectively your whole job for years and so the last hour was spent with you and Rindou talking about nonsense with Sanzu sometimes giving his opinion in the form of a few words or hums.

When you arrived, it was at an enormous warehouse by the beach. Rindou and Sanzu got out of the car that was parked rather far from the entrance of the warehouse but still on the premises. Three knocks on the window caught your attention, Sanzu telling you to get out. You opened the door, getting out, closing it and standing in front of him.

“What am I doing here?” You asked him abruptly, Rindou long gone by both of your sides. You can see he was taken aback by the subtle way his eyes widened and the small smirk on his face. “What do you mean?” The wind started picking up as he spoke.

“I mean why did you ask for me to come with you two. I’m useless in this situation.” You said obviously, crossing your arms. He shook his head as you spoke, “Not useless.” He mumbled for seemingly himself. “Okay. Then what’s my use here?” You couldn’t help but laugh in confusion.

“To be with me.” He answered nonchalantly. You two stood by the car, the wind strong due to the closeness of the ocean, the smell of sea water and petroleum heavy, eyes not leaving one another’s.

“SANZU!” Rindou’s shout caught your attention, but not the one who it was intended to since Sanzu kept his eyes on you even when you as you peeked behind his body at Rindou coming your way with another black SUV. The Haitani stopped next you two, “I have everything. You gonna drive that one?” He asked Sanzu who finally looked back at his friend.

“Yeah, sure. Is everything dealt with?” Sanzu asked to which Rindou replied with holding up his hands that had teared up knuckles and blood that didn’t belong to Rin. You could be heard scoffing and muttering a small ‘Unbelievable’ as they spoke.

“Come on,” Sanzu told you as he entered the driver seat in the original SUV as Rindou drove the new one away. You sighed and entered the passenger seat, fastening your seatbelt. The drive started and neither one of you spoke a single word. You could’ve. He could’ve. But for some unknown reason that you two seemed to share, you sat in silence.

And so you sat in that stillness up until you reached your hotel. Three hours of silence albeit your breathing and the soft tune of 80s music. You went to open the door, but he suddenly locked the car. Your head snapped back at him. He didn’t have a murderous look in his eyes so that was good. “Was he good to you?” He had his hand on the wheel but eyes focused on the street ahead.

It was already night, but the intense lights from the fancy hotel were more than enough for you to be able to see him well. “Pardon?” You titled your head, fingers slowly leaving the car’s door. “Hanma. Was he good to you?” He asked again, this time looking at you, this time his voice was authoritative.

“I was a prop to show off. Someone to keep his bed warm. Someone he loved because I wasn’t scared to say what was on my mind, because I wasn’t scared of him. A routine. A somewhat good habit. A phase that ended.”

Sanzu stared at you. No response, not even a hum or a nod. You looked away, not being able to hold that much eye contact with him and suddenly, you felt roughed up fingers on your cheek, pushing you to look at rose-coloured eyes.

“Don’t. Don’t look away.” He muttered softly. You didn’t. “What do you want?” Your tone was harsh despite the low octave. His eyes kept flickering between your own and your lips, “You. Is that so wrong?” He answered calmly. “No, but it’s confusing.” You retorted.

His thumb brushed over your bottom lip, “Do we need to figure it out, though?”

You thought for a moment,

“No.”

masterlist.

[shamsrevengers]

𝗰𝗵𝗮𝗽𝘁𝗲𝗿 𝘁𝘄𝗼 ;; 𝙝𝙞𝙨 𝙝𝙖𝙣𝙙, 𝙨𝙤 𝙘𝙖𝙡𝙡𝙤𝙪𝙨𝙚𝙙 𝙛𝙧𝙤𝙢 𝙝𝙞𝙨 𝙥𝙞𝙨𝙩𝙤𝙡 𝙨𝙤𝙛𝙩𝙡𝙮 𝙩𝙧𝙖𝙘𝙚𝙨 𝙝𝙚𝙖𝙧𝙩𝙨 𝙤𝙣 𝙢𝙮 𝙛𝙖𝙘𝙚.

⤷ ᴡᴀʀɴɪɴɢꜱ; BONTEN TIMELINE, language, sex, drug abuse/use, violence, toxic themes, overall not for young audiences or those easily affected by subjects of the same nature.

⤷ ᴄʜᴀʀᴀᴄᴛᴇʀꜱ; Haruchiyo Sanzu, Manjiro Sano, Ran Haitani, Rindou Haitani, Kokononi Hajime, Takeomi Akashi, Kakucho, Hanma Shuji.

⤷ ɪᴍᴘᴏʀᴛᴀɴᴛ; this is all work of fiction. in no way am i prompting the acts in this fictional story nor am i encouraging acts done or words said in this piece of writing. i heavily recommend only 18+ viewers as the heavy themes are not the most suitable for a younger audience.

“That proposal seems favourable," Your leg tapped rhythmically beneath the table while facing Manjiro in his office. It wasn't out of fear towards him, but rather a reaction to the impending change. Sano's intense onyx eyes remained fixed on you, showing his lingering doubts.

"Are you able to commence work tomorrow?" His words didn't come across as a mere inquiry. It wasn't a question, but a command. A command that could be declined, but doing so would signify your permanent departure. Did you truly desire to leave?

As you listened to his plan, you couldn't help but feel a sense of unease creeping up on you. The idea of being involved in a potentially illegal operation was normal and with the allure of the hefty payout that was promised. . . it was perfect. You knew that your skills as a member of criminal organisations that have transpired to be amazing throughout the years could be put to good use in a variety of legitimate ways, but the temptation of easy money was hard to resist.

You took another sip of your whiskey, trying to calm your nerves as you weighed the risks and rewards of the job. The man across from you watched you carefully, waiting for your response. Finally, you set down your glass and met his gaze.

"I'll need more information though," you said, your voice steady despite the doubt swirling in your mind. "I need to know exactly what I'll be getting myself into and what the potential consequences might be."

The man nodded, understanding your hesitation. He began to lay out the details of any job, painting pictures of high-stakes operations that required precision, skill, and a willingness to bend the rules.

You knew that you were treading on thin ice, but the promise of a big payday was too tempting to ignore. With a heavy heart, you made the decision to go through with the job, knowing that it would test your morals and ethics in ways that it hadn’t before. But then again, that last look Shuji gave you made you question your morality.

But for now, all you could do was steel yourself for the task ahead and hope that your skills as a lawyer would be enough to see you through.

As you nodded in agreement, Manjiro informed you that Sanzu and Ran would accompany you for the job. You couldn't help but chuckle at the thought and posed a question, "What kind of job would require a lawyer?" You poured yourself another glass of whiskey, hoping that it wouldn't cloud your judgment. The amber liquid swirled in the glass as you took a sip, savouring the warm sensation that spread through your body. Despite your doubts about the job, you trusted Manjiro's judgment and felt confident that you would be able to handle whatever challenges lay ahead.

The man sitting across from you leaned in and asked, "Your license is legal, correct?" You nodded in response, feeling a bit uneasy about what he was about to say next. "We have a deal being made in a government building and we need a distraction," he explained, taking a sip from your glass. You couldn't help but feel sceptical about the job he was proposing. It seemed too simple to just walk into a government building with a legal license that you haven't used in years. As you looked into his eyes, you couldn't help but wonder what kind of trouble you were getting yourself into.

“What’s the condition?”

Mikey chuckled heartily when you raised the question, a sign that he had complete faith in your abilities. After all, he wouldn't have entrusted you with a task as risky as operating under the watchful gaze of Hanma Shuji for years if he didn't believe you were a meticulous and sharp-witted individual, capable of handling such a demanding job with utmost care and precision.

The person speaking began by saying, "Everything is expected to fall apart. The agreement will collapse after a heated argument and violence will break out at a predetermined time." He then turned to you and said, "We require your assistance in keeping three specific individuals confined to an office until Sanzu arrives to retrieve you at the end of the assignment."

It had plot holes. Like why would they purposely break off a deal? Why are they making an illegal deal in a government building in the first place? Who are these three men and why should they be blind to everything happening? You can’t ask questions. It’s not part of the repertoire.

Over the last fourteen days, you have found yourself waking up in a hotel room that is heavily guarded and located only a few minutes away from the main headquarters of Bonten. Although the experience has been unusual and uncomfortable, it is a welcome change from the suffocating and unpleasant experience of waking up in your previous bed. Despite the foreignness of the situation, you cannot help but feel a sense of relief and safety in this new environment.

You got the call from Ran Haitani saying they’re ten minutes away from the hotel. He said you’d be picked up by cars that aren’t aligned with them so as to not raise any suspicion of you being a part of Bonten.

As you stepped out of the car, the driver remained silent and avoided all eye contact with you. It almost seemed as though he had received a specific instruction to keep his distance from you. Once you arrived at the building, you quickly put on your sunglasses, shielding your eyes from the bright sun. With a deep breath, you stepped forward, ready to face whatever lay ahead.

As per Manjiro's instructions, you entered the main building and made your way towards the main desk. You felt a little nervous, but you took a deep breath and approached the receptionist with confidence. You pulled out your lawyer license and greeted the receptionist with a warm smile, "Good morning. I am a part of Peter Ippoti's team of lawyers here to discuss his ongoing lawsuit." You spoke with a sense of authority and conviction, using the lying skills that you had developed over the past four years. The receptionist looked up from their computer and nodded, "Alright, let me check if Mr. Ippoti is available." You waited patiently, hoping that your plan would work.

The man bought the lie, just as Manjiro had predicted. As you stood in the elevator, feeling a mix of anticipation and anxiety, your eye caught Sanzu and Ran as they pushed the main glass doors. Sanzu glanced back at you for a split second before disappearing with Ran up the emergency stairs. You couldn't shake off the feeling of unease that lingered with you as you stepped out of the elevator on your floor.

You recall the path that Manjiro had shown yesterday, guiding you through different turns and twists until you finally arrive at the designated room. As you approach the door, you notice the number scribbled on your wrist by Manjiro, serving as a constant reminder of your destination. With a sense of understanding, you reach the door and prepare to occupy the room.

As soon as you walked into the meeting room, you couldn't help but notice the seven male lawyers sitting on one side of the table. You took off your glasses slowly, trying to hide your discomfort at being the only woman in the room. They all ogled at you as you sat down on the opposite side of the table, effortlessly keeping a confident smile.

As soon as you sat down, you took a quick glance at the three men. They looked like ordinary lawyers, dressed in crisp suits and ties. Two of them had wedding rings on, which made you wonder what their spouses would think of their current situation. You couldn't help but feel a tinge of guilt creeping up your throat. After all, you were tasked with keeping them locked up in this small room, away from the rest of the world during whatever the hell was supposed to happen in a couple of minutes.

The room buzzed with idle conversations while you intermittently glanced at your watch, eagerly anticipating the designated time. Once the clock struck the anticipated hour, you strained your ears for any signs of commotion, signaling the commencement of the crucial task. However, to your dismay, there was no activity whatsoever.

Minutes ticked away, stretching from five to ten, and before you knew it, it was already 8:30. You found yourself still seated in a room alongside several other attorneys, patiently awaiting a client who would not show up.

Unexpectedly, everyone reacted swiftly to the abrupt gunshots and gunfire. Finally, you thought to yourself as you glanced back at your targets. They started whispering to each other quietly while the others were clearly in a state of panic.

Something inside you suggested that these individuals were not ordinary lawyers.

As their gaze shifted towards their watch, your eyes widened as their sleeve inadvertently revealed a tattoo in kanji. It was a tattoo that spelled out 'Punishment' in kanji characters. Your breath hitched, but you knew you had to react swiftly as they made their way towards the exit.

Without hesitation, you retrieved a gun from your purse and aimed it at the back of their heads. In an instant, their hands shot up in surrender, while the remaining four men gasped in a mixture of astonishment and fear. "Don’t move," you cautioned firmly.

It seemed like eons of you standing there with a gun pointed at people's faces, the safety off. However, it was only a minute or two before the door swung open abruptly, revealing Sanzu covered in blood.

You gazed at him in shock before he grabbed you and hurriedly led you through the halls. Glancing back, you noticed three men chasing after you both, armed with their own guns. As you descended the emergency stairs together, you turned to him and exclaimed, "What the hell happened?!"

"Shit went awry," he calmly responded, disarming you and firing a shot that hit one of the men in the leg. The distant wail of police sirens made you both exchange a tense glance, his gaze resolute, yours filled with alarm.

He grasped your wrist firmly and guided you up the stairs in the opposite direction of your intended path. As you ascended higher and higher, a chill breeze brushed against your skin, signaling your arrival on the rooftop of the building.

He came to a halt abruptly, fixing his gaze upon you with intensity. His eyes, a deep shade of rose, silently pleading to convey a question. Pleading to express a specific desire that words seemed unable to capture.

As you stood there, the silence hung heavy in the air, amplifying the unease that had settled within you. Your inquiry, uttered in a hushed tone, seemed to have disappeared into the void, swallowed by the vast emptiness surrounding you. The absence of a response only deepened the mystery that shrouded this encounter.

But then, as if in response to your unspoken question, you felt a gentle touch upon your cheek. The sensation of calloused fingers grazing your skin sent a shiver down your spine, both unsettling and strangely comforting as the other hand held the black, shiny gun. It was a touch that carried a weight of significance, yet its purpose remained elusive, leaving you perplexed and yearning for answers.

As those fingers continued their delicate exploration, tracing an intricate mark etched upon your cheek, a surge of curiosity mingled with a tinge of apprehension coursed through your veins. What was the meaning behind this enigmatic symbol? What secrets did it hold? And why was it being revealed to you now, in this moment of profound silence?

With each stroke of those rough fingers, a flood of emotions washed over you. There was a sense of intimacy, as if this touch was meant for you alone, a connection forged in the depths of an unknown past. Yet, there was also a hint of vulnerability, as if the mark on your cheek exposed a part of you that had long been concealed, a hidden truth waiting to be unveiled.

As you tried to decipher the identity of this mysterious mark, your mind raced with possibilities. Was it a symbol of protection, a ward against unseen forces? Or perhaps it held the key to unlocking a forgotten memory, a fragment of a story that had been lost in the recesses of time. The uncertainty gnawed at you, fueling a desire to unravel the enigma that had been placed upon your very skin.

In the absence of words, you found solace in the language of touch. The mark on your cheek became a bridge between two souls, a silent conversation that transcended the boundaries of speech. And as you stood there, enveloped in the mystery of this encounter, you couldn't help but wonder what other secrets lay hidden beneath.

God, were you becoming delusional?

i can fix him (no really i can).