Bonten's Advisor

Twenty Five

He walked back around to his leather swivel seat and took a seat, crossing his legs but continuing to keep his eye contact with you. "Did you like the gift I sent you?" He asked, grinning widely. 

It was great to see that Hanma hadn't changed much from the past, except his appearance was in need of a lot of work. If anything, he looked homeless. "Yeah, it was lovely. Thank you so much," You replied back sarcastically, rolling your eyes, taking a seat on the mahogany chair opposite his desk. 

"So, how have you been Y/N?" He asked, taking out a cigarette from his desk drawer. He handed you one, which you gladly accepted. After lighting his own cigarette, he handed you the lighter. 

You removed your face mask and tucked it into your pocket before placing the cigarette in between your lips and bringing the lighter to the end of the cigarette, your other hand following along as they were still connected via the handcuffs. The cigarette tip glowed a dim orange, as you inhaled the smoke. You tossed the lighter back to Hanma. "I'm fine. Works been a little more stressful, thanks to you," You gave him a quick raise of the eyebrow before continuing. "Other than that, it's fine. Good to see you though. We all assumed that you had been wiped off the face of the earth," You exhaled, the smoke wafting out from your lips and nose. 

Hanma let out a chuckle, tipping the end of the cigarette on the rim of the delicately decorated ashtray. "That's good. Bonten keeping you busy, huh?" You gave him a small smile. "I'm glad that you cared enough about me though~" He teased, giving you another playful smirk. 

"Nah, I've forgotten about you until now. Don't flatter yourself," You spat out, placing your hand at the back of your waist. You pulled out the gun and immediately saw Hanma react, placing his hand over his own. "Chill, I'm not doing anything stupid." You turned your back to Hanma and extended your arms out, holding the gun with one hand. You pulled at the handcuffs as much as you can, pointing the gun's muzzle to the chain of the handcuffs. Once it was still, you pulled the trigger as the handcuffs broke apart, finally giving you the mobility you needed.

"You could've just asked me to unlock it for you," Hanma chimed in, jiggling the key in front of your face as you turned back around to face him. You clicked your tongue in annoyance but kept quiet. You tapped the cigarette as the ashes fell into the ashtray on his desk.

"So why now?" You asked, putting the cigarette back to your lips. 

"Why what~" He teased, trying to rile you up.

"Ichthus. Why now?"

"I had enough of being bored. Decided to do something interesting." You hummed in response watching Hanma's every move intently. 

"Prostitution out of all things. I thought you'd live up to the name of the 'Infamous Reaper of Kabukicho'. I think it suits you better," You stated, exhaling once again. 

He let out a small laugh, as his earring wavered. "I thought about it, but it's not as fun anymore. Fucking people over was fun when Kisaki was around but-"

You let out a laugh. "I heard he died the same night that Izana did. Fucking karma," You scoffed, putting out your cigarette with force, crushing it down until it was nothing. You leaned back into the chair, watching Hanma's expression. "Seems like I hit a nerve," You mumbled.

Hanma suddenly stands up and walks around the desk and over to you. You stayed calm, watching as Hanma leans over you. He pressed the muzzle of the gun to the temple of your head. "I can pull the trigger anytime I like, so watch it," He scowls, golden eyes glowing with intent. 

"Right back at you," You smile, pressing your head closer to his gun, pointing your own gun that was laying on your lap at his head. He gave you a blank face and removed the gun before sitting on the edge of the desk. "Anyways, why am I here?"