"Akira, you will be attending a ball, incognito of course. Akira who are you currently training under?" "Keiyu, Keiyu Zuzuki."
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"So, what's this, thing, you asking me to do?" Keiyu said as she sharpened her knives. "I want you. To be my. Date on aaaa, mission." "Am I getting paid? If so, how much?" He handed her a envelope with a check of $6.400.000. "And, where is this ball?" she had a small sparkle in her eyes. "Only an hour away. Near #3 Headquarters. Formal attire, they have started the altering, outfits will be ready. We have till midnight." Akira said as he disappeared into the dark. "What an odd fellow."
"Keiyu Zuzuki, Akira Nozuko. Report to Room 1T"
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They both walked in to be met by Temari, a Mafia leader. As they both sat down in the chair across from her. Both focused, tired from training earlier in the day.
"Your outfits are ready. Although, you guys must clean up, you two are very, sweaty. Dress and get ready after. You have an hour." They both got up quickly and left the room. Both went separate ways into the shadows, to get ready for the the night that awaited.
When keiyu finished her makeup, she thought to herself, "Why would that bastard choose me?" She slipped on her dress. Elegant as ever, she put on her fishnets which perfectly fitted. There was only one issue, tightening the corset. She picked up her phone and called the first person who came to mind. "Akira, I need help." "With what, miss?" "Corset. Now." She hanged up and fixed up her hair. Smoothly into a ponytail. "I'm hereeee. Let me see. Boss." She went in front of him, back towards. "Just pull the string and" Akira pulled the strings as tight as he could, as a joke. "Ah~" "Did you just-" "You mother fucker Akira!" He continued to tie it. They chased each other around. Keiyu slipped on a piece of string, Akira catching her. "Guys times- oh." Keiyu slipped away quickly. "Uh, your driver is ready." "On It Temari." They both walked off.
"Ladies first." Akira said as he opened the door for Keiyu. They sat in awkward silence, squished together in such a tiny car. "If we're going to carry on this mission, we have to start acting like a couple." He put his arm around her. "Your a child Nozuko." She put one leg over the other, and blew a bubble. When they arrived, Keiyu put on her best smile. Intimidating, yet charm full. As the crowd was slowly walking threw the doors, they waited for what seemed like an eternity. Keiyu started shivering, it was quite the cold night. "Here, hermosa." He handed her a jacket which she took quickly without saying a word. As they walked in the ball room, there was dancers everywhere. "Akira, the target is on the staircase. Don't make eye contact, let's get as close as we can. I'll lead him somewhere, then I'll give you the signal." The music changed as Keiyu started walking off. "Hello pretty lady, care for a dance?" It was an old man. "Why, not." She grabbed his hands and started waltzing in disgust. Knowing that this would delay her plans.
"Handsome, shocking that your here right in front of me, dance with me." Akira danced with this lady, yet still focussed on Keiyu. He felt jealousy. After a short time he pushed away from the lady. Walking over to Keiyu. "Excuse me, I hope you don't mind getting your- grubby, filthy, crocodile hands off my woman." Keiyu gave him a sharp look, thank ful, but curious. Akira pulled her away and started dancing with her. "New plan. You are going to walk, and I mean walk, over to the target. The rest is the same. Is that alright, boss." She kept dancing and nodded, "Of course." They broke apart, Keiyu heading over to the target.
"Hello Sir, I spotted you from over gander. I was wondering, if we could go somewhere. Private." She looked into his eyes. "Why would a pretty give like you, mess around with me." All she thought was, this damn rich bitch. "I'm feeling, dangerous tonight." She placed her hand on his chest. They linked hands and walked off into the midnight. Signaling Akira on the way, who was pressed enough.
"So, what do you wanna do." He started unbuttoning his clothes. "Whatever, you, want, darling." She just sat there on the bench. "Well, I can't be the only one undressing." She got worried, why was he taking so long to get here, is it that crowded? "Why of course." He helped her with the corset, as she unzipped her dress she felt a sense of distress. She was bare now, bra and panties is all. "You are beautif-" the door busted down, he turned around to see Akira. The target ran over to Keiyu. "I'm getting my fill first." He grabbed her by the waist, slowly moving his heads up and down, soon towards her chest. He put a knife against her throat. Akira stood there, thinking what to do, he watched in disbelief as he ran his hands through her breast. "Akira.." she looked at him in sorrow. He licked the knife and rubbed it over her body. "You bitch stop touching me!"
