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

''Why are you so mean?''

Izana's POV

"Who was that girl you were just talking to?" Sanzu inquired.

"None of your business, Sanzu."

"Oh, you're no fun, Izana," said the pink-haired man, feigning a pout. The act lasted a few seconds before he burst into laughter like a maniac. Izana was at a loss for words, witnessing his colleague's childish behavior. Rindou joined in on the laughter, and Izana had none of it.

"Go pay for those suits and don't bother me anymore." Sanzu and Rindou complied, disappearing from his view, and finally, he was at peace.

"Ran, how do you survive with them?"

"Unfortunately, I don't. But, you know, Sanzu might be right. Who was that pretty girl you were talking to? ♡"

"Why is everyone up in my business today?"

"Calm down, drama queen. I was just curious. I will find out myself if you want to keep it a secret." Before Izana could say anything in his defense, Rindou and Sanzu finished and signaled that it was time to go.

"Do something to her, and I'll kill you. I saw her first."

"Well, well, we'll see about that," Ran chuckled and followed the two out of the store. Izana slowly walked behind, not planning on catching up since he didn't want to ride to the office with any of them. He was deep in thought about why he said that. She was just like any other woman he had met; he was just curious about her, especially since Mikey seemed so obsessed. Tonight was an opportunity to discover some of her secrets, but he needed to hide this meeting from Mikey, or he'd be angry. Or maybe he should tell him; nothing bad could happen, right? Also, he needed to make sure the idiots didn't see her again; that would be rather troublesome.

They arrived at the HQ and saw the rest of the executives sitting on the couch in the lounge.

"Yo, did you finish your little shopping spree?" Manjiro asked with a dorayaki still in his mouth. Despite having committed many atrocities, he looked rather innocent right now.

"Yes, now we can look stylish while killing," Sanzu said with a devious grin on his face.

"Don't get ahead of yourself, Sanzu. We might not end up killing anyone."

"That's no fun."

"That's not my problem."

Izana was unsure if he was going to tell Mikey, but it seemed like the better option than having his head blown off.

"Hey, Mikey, can we go outside and talk for a second?"

He nodded, and they walked outside. "So, what did you want to talk about?"

"I saw her today while those idiots were looking at suits. I invited her to our club tonight."

"Hm, you're already making moves. I'll come too; I hope you like to share." Mikey chuckled and disappeared before Izana could elaborate on why that would be a bad idea. He stared blankly at the sky, wondering what she was doing right now.

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(y/n)'s POV

You will still quite surprised at Izana's invitation, but after you had given it some thought you decided to go. However, before that you have to meet up with your dear friend. If life was as simple as working in a bookshop, you wouldn't be having these problems. You swiftly changed into a suit and tied your hair in a bun. Even though the sunglasses are bigger than your face, they were the best for keeping a low profile. After locking your door, you headed to the garage, where your custom Ferrari awaited. The drive to the meeting point was brief, and you arrived within 15 minutes.

Entering the building, you spotted the person you were meeting in the lobby, drowning in his fifth cup of coffee. "Long time no see," you chuckled, but he simply gestured for you to follow him to his office. Rolling your eyes at his lack of pleasantries, you questioned, "Why are you so mean? At least say hi to me for once."

"I'm not the one that's mean," he retorted, leading you to his surprisingly tidy office. "Oh, you cleaned it finally," you remarked. "It was never messy in the first place," he insisted. "That's what a person with a messy office would say."

Seated in one of his velvet chairs, he got down to business. "I assume you've identified the person from yesterday. I sent you all the available information, but I'll keep you updated. On a serious note, someone's looking for you—Bonten and another party." "Who?" you asked. 

"The SNS" he replied. "Why?"

"Things went south after you left, and now they're after you. I'll keep you posted, but be cautious. Also, there's a bounty on my head. They'll strike tomorrow during my meeting with Bonten, and I want you there." "They will strike tomorrow?" you clarified. "Yes." "Tomorrow's Sunday, so I should be free. As much as I want you dead, I want them dead more, so count me in. Now, it's time for me to go," you stated, glancing at the time.

"Why the rush?" he asked. "I have a date," you replied. He laughed, nearly choking on his water. "What's wrong with the guy?" he questioned. "Nothing much. It's Izana Kurokawa, so he might have a few quirks, but that's not your concern."

"Be careful, and don't overindulge. I can't have you hungover tomorrow," he warned. "Don't worry, Vlad. I value your life, and I wouldn't want you to kick the bucket without me witnessing it."