REVENGE「GOJO SATORU X OC」

ONE

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Chapter One: Awoken

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           MUSIC blared through the speakers scattered through the building. It was always the same song, it seemed. Every inch of the building was covered by a body. What was expected of the most famous nightclub in the city? The smell of marijuana was strong, the smoke from it and people smoking cigars and cigarettes clouding the room.

It was loud, the bass from the speakers causing the liquids of the drinks lined up on the bar counter to jump around in the glasses. People were drunkenly shouting at one another, catcalling the servers dressed in practically nothing, and laughing loudly. There hadn't been very many fights. The security guard had only escorted one man out so far. But then again, the night had only begun.

People looked at her and then moved on. No one's gaze ever lingered for too long. Was it because she was sitting alone? Or was it because of the two unconscious men on either side of her? Maybe because she had placed her weapon on the table in front of her because she was tired of it digging into her side? Who knew?

The phone on the table was illuminated with a message. She ignored it and downed the drink in front of her. The device belonged to one of the men beside her. Which one, however, she was clueless. She had taken the cash from their wallets and slapped it onto the table, waving the waiter down.

He nodded and collected the empty shot glasses, stacking them onto his tray before turning, weaving through the crowd of people. She extended her leg under the table, digging into the pocket of her jeans. She retrieved a crumbled pack of cigarettes, shaking one out and then tossing the pack onto the table. She stuck the tobacco stick between her lips as she took the lighter from her pocket. She cupped her hands around the flame, preventing it from blowing out as she lit the end. She puffed it a few times, making sure that it was lit before letting the flame die out.

The phone buzzed again. Her eyebrows furrowed together slightly as she took a drag, letting the smoke blow from her nose. It buzzed again. Becoming frustrated, she grabbed it from the table. The idiot didn't even have a password. She swiped down on the notification bar and read the message.

Did you find her?
12:22 AM

Hello?
1:14 AM

Hey, nimrods, have you finished yet?
1:29 AM

I swear to God if I have to come down and pull your drunk asses from that bar you're going to regret it.
2:01 AM

A coy grin spread across her lips. She moved the cigarette away from her, shaking the ashes into one of the men's hair. She clicked on the camera icon on the messaging app. A flash illuminated around her. She sent the photo.

They're not available right now, love <3
3:05 AM

She snickered to herself and tossed the phone back onto the table. She took another drag of her cigarette, stretching her body out in the booth. She let her head roll over the edge, her gaze falling onto the ceiling.

"Move!"

She smirked.

"You!"

She lifted her head up. "Nathaniel! You look as good as ever," She greeted, motioning across from her. "Take a seat. I'd offer you the seat beside me, but your colleagues here beat ya to it."

"I should fucking kill you!" He yelled.

His eyes widened. Before he even had time to raise his weapon at her, the barrel of her gun was aimed at his forehead. The waiter watched, seemingly unfazed by this. He placed the shot glasses on the table before leaving again, tucking the empty tray under his arm.

Nathan glared at her. She flicked her gaze to the chair. He slowly sat down. Her gun moved with his body.

"Never raise your weapon to me," She said, her eyes narrowing in a glare. "Should I remind you of what happened last time?"

He rubbed the scar on his hand where she'd blown a hole in his flesh. His glare intensified, making her quirk a brow with a smirk. She slowly lowered the weapon back onto the table.

"Want a shot?" She asked, holding up one of the many clear glasses.

"You're a fucking alcoholic," He said, disgust on his face.

"Only on days that end with 'y'," She hummed, tapping the glass on the table before raising it to her lips and tipping her head back. "So what brings you here?"

"You know exactly why," He said between grit teeth.

"Business, as usual," She said, boredom laced in her tone. "You're no fun, Nathaniel."

"You're so fucking irritating," He sighed, rubbing his hands over his face. "I didn't even send these assholes to kill you. They were supposed to deliver a message."

"I don't like couriers," She said, digging her cigarette into the table to put it out. She looked at him as she blew the remaining smoke past her lips. "Always deliver the message yourself."

"I was busy," He muttered.

"Excuses, excuses," She sighed. "But now that you're here, you obviously have time. What was so important?"

He exhaled heavily and grabbed one of the shot glasses. His face twisted as he slammed the glass back down on the table. A shudder ran down his spine. He looked at her.

"I need a favor from you,"

"Oh?" She quirked a brow, her interest having been piqued.

"There's been a series of disappearances,"

She tapped another cigarette from the crumbled box. "People go missing," She replied. "That's nothing new."

He sat forward. "In their own homes, in front of their family and friends? In thin air?"

She paused. The sound of the lighter sparking a flame seemed to be the only sound in the club, despite the music playing. She took a drag.

"Alright, I'm listening."

His shoulders seemed to drop with relief. His tenseness eased. "There have been several disappearances; seven just today. Reports from witnesses stated that the victims never left the room or building, fall down, or even just die randomly. They just vanish, as if they were blotted out."

"How many exactly?" She asked, taking another shot. Four left.

"21."

"And there's not a single person have heard anything of them?" Another shot. Three left.

"No. The town is starting to panic. The police aren't any help whatsoever," He said. "The families are devastated, and contacted me for help."

"They won't be," Two shots left. "What you're dealing with is a demon. Probably a variation of a Tengu. It's nothing any normal man can see."

"So will you help me then?" He asked.

"What's in it for me?" She hummed.

"How about five billion yen?" He asked, raising his eyebrows. He showed her his phone screen the banking app pulled up. His finger hovered over the transfer button.

She stood up, downing both of the shots. She tossed some money onto the table, probably more than what her tab was, plus an extra tip for the waiter. She slid her gun back into its holster and stepped around the still unconscious men.

"Let's go. We should catch the next flight out there."

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