ᴛʜᴇ ᴏᴡʟ | Tokyo Revengers

☯ XLVII: Ball of fur

"I don't know what to do. Kisaki has been planning everything for years and getting the advantage." She let out a long sigh, letting the guy know she was frustrated.

"I still want to make him pay for everything he has done. I'll never forgive him." Chifuyu's hands turned into fists, and his face went steely.

"How? If I may ask."

The guy was embarrassed, without a real plan in mind. All he had done until that moment was to fulfill the little tasks they would ask him once in a while, hoping that he might someday ascend to the top, having better access to the evil boy.

"Say, do you want to be my partner? Maybe together, we can find a way."

What started as a date catching up on their lives, having a picnic over a cliff watching the sea, turned into a recruiting interview for her new personal assistant.

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"We received a report about a Yakuza group being menacing one of the power plants under our rule."

The meeting began with Y/n looking through her tiny mirror at the annoying pimple on her forehead, ignoring the mess Toman was about to have. "It's like a volcano." She inspected her whole face, noticing others that were about to sprout. "Tch."

The day started fatally. First, she had her period and had to clean her bed sheets. The belly cramps were unbearable, and she was out of fem supplies, having to send Chifuyu to the store. The poor guy had no clue of what to bring for her.

Later, the coffee tasted like soaked socks, she didn't have time to take breakfast, and her skin and hair were a mess, making her mood unpleasant for anyone who dared talk to her.

"So what do you say, Y/n?"

"I'll think about it." She set apart the mirror before getting to see any other spot on her skin.

"Didn't you hear we need as many men as we could? We need him as a backup."

"I said I'll think about it." The young lady answered again with a grim tone. "There you go, Koko." She passed the weekly report for him to register it on his database.

"These numbers are unacceptable," Kisaki murmured, watching all of the lists after the accountant finished.

"I'll tell you what's unacceptable. I've been cracking my head for months, learning everything I missed in three years and doing research. I've been dealing with the other executive directors, a bunch of elders that don't know shit about new technology and reject every proposal I make. I've been working on a software update and new deals with several commissions, everything to comply with your expectations. It's unacceptable that I'm dying in pain with my bleeding uterus while you're there sitting and judging my work!"

It seemed the scream had released a bit of her anger, allowing her to relax a little, or maybe too much, feeling her eyes crystalize. The room was silent, shocked about her burst out.

"So cross your fingers or pray to God because I will have a meeting with the National Security Council this weekend, and I need them to accept the deal." This part came out with a shaking voice, breaking when she finished and stood from her seat. "Let's go, Matsuno."

Kisaki was still speechless at the horrible scolding when Ran broke the silence with an unbothered demeanor. "Ah, the lovely swing moods of the female period. You managed to bring the demon out, dude."

"It reminded me of my mother. Scary." Kakucho covered his face with his hands.

"She doesn't even have time to have dinner with me. You've been too hard with her, don't you think, nerd?" Izana sent deadly daggers from the head table.