THE DEVIL IS A WOMAN

red-handed

You just stare at the man for a moment. Did you hear that correctly?

"Leave it to Sanzu to bring home a fucking assassin."

You try to figure out how to play this; the dumb act or the bitchy act? Maybe you'd be able to think faster if you weren't so damn high. The expressions of the men standing show that they're not here to fuck around. Sanzu looks at you with a dumb expression. He's not sure if he wants to kill you, but clearly he will be forced to. 

You raise an eyebrow at Kokonoi. He continues to look amused, but Mikey looks bored out of his mind. He's not enjoying this, he just wants the inconvenience to disappear. "There's a rat in Hanma's inner circle," Mikey says. Ah, so there's no shit-talking your way out of this. 

"Well, can I make one request before I die?" You make eye contact with Mikey. He wasn't expecting that. Begging for your life, crying, fear - that's what he expected. But that's not like you. Dignified even in death. 

He doesn't say anything, but since he didn't immediately say no, you continue. "Well, more like two. First, I'd like to get dressed - dying naked would just be horrid. Second, I want to go down fighting." He thought you couldn't get anymore surprising, but he was wrong. He watches as you pull the wig from your head, revealing your natural hair. It's quite beautiful - it suits you well. You stand, the sheet wrapped around your body, and point at the dress that Sanzu tore in two. He's not entirely sure why, but Sanzu rushes to grab clothes for you. He throws you a pair of grey sweatpants and a black tshirt, which you quickly put on. No one else moves a muscle. You expected them to put a bullet in your brain as soon as they found out, but they didn't. 

"Well, I don't want a boring death, so lets make this fun," you smile and clap your hands together. Everyone except Mikey looks at you strangely. You continue, "Anyone up for some one-on-one combat? No guns, that's cheating. Everything else is free game." You're treating this like a game. Much to your surprise, Mikey breaks out into a small smile. 

Next thing you know, you're standing barefoot in the backyard of the mansion. Surrounded by every executive of Bonten, you're doubtful that they're any way out of this. However, you've trained for years, so you're sure you'll be able to take at least one of them down with you. 

You begin stretching and laugh, "Who's up first?" 

The smaller Haitani brother with longer hair steps forward. His eye remain droopy and he shrugs, his older brother stepping forward right after him. You raise an eyebrow. They appear to fight as a duo. That wasn't in your rules, but screw it. Wouldn't be the first time you took two guys at once. 

They're faster than you expected and work together gracefully, which allows for Rindou to go in for a tackle while Ran distracts you. You're quicker, though. You manage to flip Rindou before he can lock your joints and kick him in the jaw. He slumps immediately. Ran lands a punch to your stomach. You reel back and cough, a few specs of blood splattering your palm. Damn, he hits hard. No matter. A few more hits back and forth and you manage to sweep his legs out from under him. Pinning his arm behind him, you break it in two spots. He screams out. He's down for the count. 

You stand and wipe the blood coming from your nose. Sanzu approaches you, cracking his knuckles. He frowns at you, "Why didn't you kill me when you had the chance."

You pout slightly, "I got distracted." He's too damn pretty. You lost sight of your objective. Some punches and kicks later, you had managed to get your arms around his neck. Using all of your power, you put him into a chokehold. It doesn't take long for him to pass out. You're getting a bit tired now, but you're too damn stubborn to let the reaper take you yet. Mikey smirks and steps in front of you. In one motion, he kicks as hard as he can. You put your arms up and plant your feet into the ground. The force feels like it's going to break every bone in your body, but you don't budge. His eyes widen slightly - it's been over a decade since the last time someone stopped one of his kicks. Sensing his distraction, you grab his leg and flip him. You don't notice that the younger Haitani has regained consciousness and is now rushing towards you with a knife. At the last second, you dodge. It slices your abdomen pretty deeply, but at least it wasn't a full on stab. You grab his arm and ram your elbow into it, causing him to drop the knife. You grab it from the ground and hold it tightly. Blood is seeping through the shirt from your wound, and you press your free hand against it to try to stop the flow. You're panting heavily and struggling to stand.