❝ 𝙉𝙤 𝙇𝙤𝙣𝙜𝙚𝙧 𝙃𝙪𝙢𝙖𝙣 ❞ LONG HIATUS

: ̗̀➛DISCOURSE ON DECADENCE

"We are obedient to the code, but our truest feelings lie in the opposite direction."
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     Sakaguchi Ango keeps some strange company.

Sitting directly to his right, painted in warm tones by the bar's amber glow, is (L/N) (Y/N), pre-teen Port Mafia executive, demon prodigy. A lighthearted smile rests on her lips and fluttering laughter dances on her tongue, but as she traces a fingertip around the rim of her glass of whiskey, Ango can see blood beneath her nails.

Sakunosuke Oda, the mafia's lowest-ranking member, is seated directly to (Y/N)'s right in his seat. After listening to (Y/N) delve deeply into the absurd logistics of suicide by carrot soup injection, his expression remains patiently flat and his gaze remains attentive. Theoretically, if they don't comply with (Y/N)'s demands they could both lose their jobs or even their lives. However, it's never worked out that way. They've always been free to express their dissatisfaction or disagreement with her; it's just that Oda has a soul that is too kind to be anything other than genuinely interested in what (Y/N) is saying.

Of all people, Ango should be particularly apprehensive about responding to the young mafia executive, but that doesn't stop him from stating that there is no reason why carrot soup must be served at this particular gathering.

"It goes without saying that injecting literally any soup directly into your veins is not a good idea. No way would that not be painful, so why would you even bother to consider it? (Y/N)-san, there's no way that wouldn't be painful."

(Y/N) only shrugged.

Ango is a spy, a double agent. Having these people as his friends and keeping secrets from both of them, lying to both of them, and working against them could not be more dangerous for him than being in this bar with them. He has no place in this establishment. He tells himself he comes to this bar only to gather information, because when else would he get a chance to spy on an executive like this? But (Y/N) is careful. She doesn't discuss anything here that Ango doesn't already know. It's almost like she's aware that there's a spy sitting beside her, but Ango knows better. If (Y/N) knew, Ango would be a lifeless corpse in a river somewhere with a broken jaw and three bullet holes in his chest.

He doesn't belong here. He's not like them.

"When you think about it...isn't an IV kind of like a soup?" Oda contributes, setting (Y/N) on an entirely new bizarre tangent. Ango just about slams his face onto the bar. Honestly, doesn't Oda realize he's possibly the only one capable of reigning (Y/N) in?

(L/N) (Y/N) is a woman—or really, a girl, because she's only twelve and about to turn thirteen—who is despised by the light and adored by the darkness, a girl whose hands can't be washed clean of the traces of blood no matter how hard she tries, a girl for whom morality is a pointless social construct that she is free to ignore whenever she pleases. In any case, there is nothing good about (Y/N), and yet she is drawn to good people, whether she is aware of it or not. To her right is a man who, in spite of his criminal record, has vowed to stop killing and has taken in orphans, and to her left is a government agent working for the good of the city and the safety of its citizens.