Afterdark (Aoi x Male Reader)

Raid Part 2

"Check the corners!"

As soon as the group stepped into the hideout, the cultist began to move around, like rats in their nests trying to fight back an invader.

Bullets began to fly over their heads, even amateurs like them would be deadly with a gun in their hands. The situation became an exchange of fire between both parties.

Hashira is a title for those who are the elite. It wasn't just a name, their skills were second to none, even amongst themselves.

Shinazugawa is the best marksman when it comes to automatic weapons, he was like a Demon when it come to handle them, he didn't waste any bullet, shooting in short bursts he took out four zealots.

Rengoku on the other side, decided to bring a more compact weapon. An always loyal submachine gun. His proficiency could be seen as much as his positive attitude, even a small glance was enough to see all the training and effort behind his moves, aim and mental prowess.

Kanroji, she... is a special woman. Fighting with nothing else than a handgun and an odd katana, more a ribbon than a sword. She's frightening either way, her strength is on par with any other pillar.

"We need to flank them! (YN) that's your work." Sanemi ordered.

"On it."

The corridor was narrow, but there are rooms at the sides, perfect to sneak behind and surprise them. (YN) jumped in one of them. Boxes and dust piles were the only thing he found inside, he was grateful that his comrades attracted all the attention, being caught in this claustrophobic space with a bullet hell over his head is definitely the best scenario.

Before jumping into action, he peeked into the other side. A headcount must be done. Eight in front and two on the far right. Good, he can take at least five of them if his aim is good, his shotgun carried up to seven shells and as soon as he run put of ammo, he can reach for his sidearm with ease. This can work... theoretically.

With a deep breath he braced himself and jumped into the action. The deafening booming of the trench gun was intimidating and effective, pumping after every fired round, it was just as he planned. Five of them were down and the remaining three tried to retreat. Lady luck decided to turned her back on them, Mitsuri rushed into action and took down the remaining five cultist with a combination of her ribbon-sword and her handgun. She was like a dancer of the battlefield, with precision, mortality and charming moves. That a strange thing to see during a raid.

"Good work, Himejima and the others must have secured the second floor by now." It was the silver haired man who spoke, he was sweating and his hands were shaking at an almost imperceptible rythm.

No one can blame him, even (YN) felt the same way, ot was their work but taking another human's life will never be easy no matter how you see it.

His eyes became fixated upon the door in front of them, a big door, probably a freezer will be behind it, after all it was a butcher's house.

"If that bastard was or is here, it has to be behind this door. Check your ammunition and take two minutes to rest, we will go inside after that."

The wind pillar proceed to check his gun and his companions, asking of they are wounded or if they need to switch places with one of the other elite members.

Shinazugawa could be a foul-moody man, even catalogued as scary or dangerous. But, he was natural born leader and caring of his comrades, no matter what, they are precious to him —even Tomioka—, he has the weight of their lives in his shoulders. That was one reasons why he was chosen as the head of the operation.