achilles' heel, haitani brothers.

𝐑𝐎𝐔𝐍𝐃 𝐅𝐎𝐔𝐑: 𝐌𝐀𝐑𝐁𝐋𝐄 𝐆𝐀𝐌𝐄

3RD PERSON. NOT EDITED.

BONTEN, where reminiscents of the past can only be mended into malice. Escape of the past they say, yet almost every member was trapped in the past, living for what could've been. 

The loss of Rokuhara Tandai and Brahman, so much blood was shed and lives were lost. Lifeless bodies laying on the cold ground in the rain reminded Ran of nothing, but his haunting past — no soap or water would ever be able to erase history, nor will it ever tear off the invisible hand marks they left on his body. 

Teeth all bared, HAITANI RAN paid no attention to the cheap whores around them. It has been years, the product of many deaths resulted in Bonten, offering its name to Brahman, and the logo to Izana Kurokawa who failed to be saved. 

Dreary expressions owned by HAITANI RINDOU stared back at Bonten's number two. His lips did not matched Sanzu's proud ones, "come on, just a few more shots."

The younger Haitani, who was born of darkness, continued to drown in his brother's shadow. 

Mikey sat in silence, waiting for Akashi and Kokonoi to speak of all the information that needed to be said.

Soon, anyone who wasn't an executive was told to exit the room, leaving the cold air to wordlessly wander around bodies of Bonten's top members. Akashi Takeomi took out one card, and Kokonoi Hajime took out a set of files, "a game."

"What?" Sanzu words his confusion, raising an eyebrow at the scarred man who sits in utter serenity. Placing the card between his fingers, Takeomi tilted it for everyone else to see, "it's an invitation?"

Hajime sighs, leaning back with his eyebrows furrowed. An invitation to Bonten's top members, it was a complete mystery that could potentially be a help or be a downfall, nonetheless, it was something that would interest such deadly men. He passes out files, one copy for each member, "it's a game, they want us to participate in it."

Rindou holds a piece of his longer hair, playing with it between his fingers while he reads every given information. Across from him was his older brother, who seemed to be deeply interested in the given game, Ran says, "it's not made to take us out, it's just — inviting us for a game?"

After the war of three deities, the brothers found themselves roaming everywhere, now Bonten was built, they've said their oaths to the organization's name. A disaster, truth be told, grief still gnawing on their bones while they pulled themselves deeper in the void of danger. The Haitani's had clubs around Roppongi, having their names spread out on underground fights and such that, after all these years — Ran still kept the promise he made to Rindou, to give him all of Roppongi  

"Why don't we participate? It'll be quick," Haruchiyo mumbles into his drink, knowing no danger would be roaming the games they were going to play.

Mochizuki sat in silence, reading over every word in the given files and still uttered no words. 

Ethereal murderers who had starry eyes when they were stained in blood, let it be their own or their enemy's. They lacked guilt and regret when their fingers pulled the trigger and left their pretty skin tainted with blood of the dead. They have reached the top, no more endless desires that would go on for lifetimes, it was more of seeking for something to seek, while surviving away from the police. They could be dancing on the edge with death's beauty, and they'd gladly go for a second dance. 

Mikey liked to pass his tasks to Sanzu, and lucky for the other executives, this one was passed to him too. Mikey nods, "okay."

They were no longer kids, Rindou no longer kept the scent of bellflowers. Ran was no longer the thief who only stole orchids and glances of tomorrows. They were addicted to Bonten's crimes, creating them at the palm of their hands, building every part of hell to destroy death herself.