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

''You're beautiful either way. ''

A persistent ringing echoed in your head, distant and detached from the world around you. The effort to open your eyes proved futile. Something cold was caressing your cheeks. The touch, though cold, provided a peculiar anchor—a subtle reminder that you still existed. The mystery of what had transpired eluded your conscious mind, shrouding your recent experiences in an impenetrable fog.

"Hush, don't move. You're going to be fine," an unfamiliar, comforting voice reassured you. The sound seemed somewhat muted, preventing you from discerning its origin. Despite the uncertainty, the voice was coaxing you gently towards a drowsy surrender. The events surrounding you remained a mystery, but it wasn't time to think about that, it was time to sleep.

"(y/n)?"

"Yes?"

"Why do we always end up here?" a tall male, with piercing green eyes questioned.

"Well, I guess it's fate," you replied, letting out a laugh. His eyes bore into you with a touch of disappointment.

"You really think you're funny."

"Yes, you wouldn't understand. You're a man, after all," you teased, causing him to roll his eyes.

"I am your man. I wish we could have spent more time together."

"Wait, what? Hey, what are you talking about?"

He remained silent, gazing into the horizon. "We weren't meant to be."

Suddenly, a scream pierced the air. The scene shifted abruptly, and you found yourself no longer with him but walking in a dimly lit warehouse. Approaching a door, an inexplicable numbness seized you, rendering you immobile.

With a jolt, your eyes snapped open, and you realized you were breathing heavily. Was it a nightmare or a forgotten memory? The details eluded you, mired in the confusion that had enveloped your memories for the past two years. Whatever it was, the sense of suspense lingered, leaving you unsettled.

As you gradually calmed down, your surroundings became more discernible. The room seemed oddly familiar, resembling Izana's, yet distinctly different. A sense of disorientation lingered as you attempted to grasp your whereabouts.

Collecting your strength, you pushed yourself off the bed, only to find your legs unresponsive and numb. Collapsing to your knees, you used the bed as a support. Slowly but surely, you managed to stand, wobbling slightly as you adjusted to the unfamiliar sensation beneath your feet.

Approaching the door, you pressed your ear against it to eavesdrop on the conversation beyond.

"She'll be fine, it was just a bit of poison," one voice reassured.

"Yeah, and you, idiot, decided to drug her the night before that," another voice retorted.

"But did she look drugged to you? I think not."

"It doesn't matter; mixing chemicals is dangerous. Plus, I don't like the idea that you did this to her."

"Yeah, yeah. But you didn't know that she was an assassin, so I did you some good, too."

"Mikey will kill you if he finds out about what you did. So what if she is? You see, she is very friendly, and I can't look at her as a bad person. Everyone has their reasons."

"Oh, don't worry about him. That's why I am his number two, and that's why I have you two, Kakucho, Izana. We should go down; he will kill us all if we don't."

As you cautiously descended the stairs, the muffled voices of the three men grew clearer. They were heading to a meeting downstairs, and a sense of curiosity prompted you to investigate further. The realization that you had been drugged sank in, a disturbing revelation that stirred both anger and apprehension.