Who is in control? | Bonten x (Y/N)

''I would be very happy if you did that princess.''

warning! blood, panic attack 

The executives approached the meeting point calmly, noting no suspicious activity near the club. They entered, expecting a normal atmosphere, but the club was strangely silent—no singing, no dancing. Moving towards the leader's office with the goal of assassination, a sudden scream echoed, putting them on edge.

"Be ready to attack; we don't know what's happening," Mikey ordered with a stern expression. As they turned the corner, they were met with a gruesome scene—bodies scattered, blood forming puddles. The absence of living guards hinted at a professional hit, though no gunshots seemed odd.

"What the hell happened?" Mikey muttered as they continued to the office, navigating through the grim scene. Kicking open the door, they found a chilling sight. Mikey raised his gun at a black-clad figure standing on the leader they were supposed to kill.

"Please, just kill me already; I have suffered enough," the leader pleaded, the katana against his abdomen digging in deeper. The figure chuckled, its heavily modified voice sounding more like a demon than a human. ''People like you don't deserve mercy, you deserve a slow and painful death." Slowly turning its head, the figure realized the executives were witnessing the scene.

"I don't get paid enough for this," the figure muttered before decapitating the leader. Before the executives could process the shocking scene, the figure broke through a window and disappeared.

Izana rushed to the window, but the figure was gone. "What exactly just happened?" Rindou asked, pointing at the leader's severed head.

"I think we just saw The Masked Shinigami. It's rare to see him these days; he only takes jobs with a high pay. Looks like someone else wanted them dead, not just us," Takeomi explained, with a hint of admiration.

"We should get out of here before anyone else sees us," Mikey suggested, leading the group out of the club. "Well, that was a job well done; we didn't have to do anything," Izana remarked proudly.

"Don't be so cocky. He may come after us because we saw him do this," Mikey warned, disappointment in his gaze as he looked at his brother.

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(y/n)'s POV

You finally came home from the job, you were ready to just flop down on any comfortable surface and sleep. You stumbled into the living room and fell on the couch, it wasn't the most comfortable, but it was enough to make you drift off into sleep.

You abruptly woke up, shaken, sweaty, and breathing heavily from yet another nightmare. Nightmares were a frequent occurrence, often leading you to skip sleep to avoid the feeling of powerlessness and vulnerability. The silent expanse of your large apartment only amplified your distress. Placing your head between your knees, you managed to calm yourself, though the dizzying aftermath lingered.

Stumbling to the kitchen for cold water and sleeping pills, you sought refuge from the haunting dreams. Returning to the sofa, you gazed around the spacious living room, feeling the emptiness of your solitary existence. Nobody even knew you probably existed, you had no friends, except Sasha, no family, no one, you were on your own. Relationships don't work out for you, nothing does.

The sleeping pills worked their magic, and your brain succumbed to slumber without warning.

It was already noon when you woke up, greeted by the scorching sun. Skipping breakfast, you opted to run errands, still feeling the fatigue of the previous job. After freshening up, you chose comfort in clean clothes before deciding to treat yourself with some shopping.

The shopping mall, a few blocks away, beckoned you. The sunny day, though not your preference, didn't deter your spirits. Smiling like an idiot, a rarity for you, you arrived at the mall within ten minutes.

The idea of treating yourself to something expensive took root. Opting for one of the most high-end stores, you entered with anticipation. ''Hi, what can I help you with?'' the shop assistant asked, she didn't seem very polite. ''Yes, actually can you show me where are the dresses from your new collection?'' ''The dresses from our old collection are in the front, they are much cheaper, you might actually find something that fits your taste.'' she scoffed and was about to hurry off, when you spoke up. ''I said new collection darling.'' you said in a more stern voice.

''Okay, follow me.'' she finally said, rolling her eyes at you. ''The dresses also come in different colors, if you want a specific color ask me for it, but I doubt that you can afford it.'' you rolled your eyes and watched her waddle away.

While immersed in the mesmerizing details of the dresses, you were unaware of the four men nearby looking at suits. ''You two are complete idiots, you don't know how to appreciate these suits. Why did I bother to bring you here, you probably wouldn't even know the difference between a suit from the dollar store and this one, right Izana?'' Izana was completely out of it looking at something that has caught his attention, you.

"Huh, uh yeah. Focus on finding something, I don't care what; we have an important meeting coming up soon. Listen to Ran for a bit and don't do anything stupid. I have to go do something," Izana instructed before contemplating approaching you.

Suddenly, he appeared right behind you, saying, "Hi, (y/n)," in a raspy voice. Startled, you quickly composed yourself.

"Oh, hi, Izana," you replied, attempting not to blush. He was standing too close, seemingly oblivious to personal space.

"What are you doing here?" he asked, pulling out a dress. "I think that this one would look great on you." Fortunately, you weren't facing him, hiding the blush from his suggestive comment. "You know, the club down the street; well, that's where I'll be waiting for you. Don't forget to wear this dress," he whispered. "I would be very happy if you did that, princess."

As if nothing had happened, he vanished, leaving you still blushing a bit. After contemplation, you decided to try the dress and buy it, even though the shop assistant was surprised at the exorbitant price. Whether you did it for yourself or for him remained uncertain. The realization struck that you never actually investigated who he was, but from what you observed the previous night, you knew he was associated with Bonten.