𝑲𝑰𝑵𝑮𝑫𝑶𝑴 𝑶𝑭 𝑴𝑨𝑳𝑰𝑪𝑬 ⇢ Gojo Satoru

𝐂𝐇𝐀𝐏𝐓𝐄𝐑 𝐕𝐈 - 𝐌𝐀𝐃𝐄 𝐎𝐅 𝐍𝐈𝐆𝐇𝐓𝐌𝐀𝐑𝐄𝐒 𝐀𝐍𝐃 𝐒𝐈𝐍

KINZOKU MIKAZUKI STOOD IN FRONT OF HER LARGE MIRROR, eyeing her reflection with an unsatisfied frown before taking a couple of steps back and diving into her wardrobe. The sorceress hadn't had the chance of shopping for anything since her arrival, and although her mother's clothes fit her, none of them were appropriate for where she was going. Akari watched as Mikazuki continued to pull clothes from the racks and setting them on the bed, the candle at the table flickering from the whooshing air before the flame turned still again.

It was well past midnight, and the young Hellfire maid should have been asleep long ago – as should her mistress, but Mikazuki was clearly the kind of woman who didn't do what she was told. The pair had been like this for at least an hour, with Mikazuki rummaging through her closet while Akari played the part of the dutiful servant, advising her in her choices.

Most of the outfits were bad, the kind that no twenty-something woman would like to be caught wearing, but some of Niko's clothes were still in there, and just like Mikazuki, the eldest Kinzoku seemed to have pendant for clothes that could snap necks and blue-ball an entire nation of men.

Mikazuki finally found the right piece, quickly shedding her sheer nightgown and sandwiching herself into her sister's dress before checking herself out on the mirror. The sorceress smiled at the sight that greeted her, the only thing standing out from her outfit being her bandaged hand, her injury from her last mission still healing even after a week. She was losing her touch.

"You should rest." Akari suggested in a mildly-concerned tone, watching as Mikazuki twirled happily, the tiny red dress she had managed to fit into suiting her far better than she imagined. "Your hand needs time to heal, as do you."

And you need sleep. The servant didn't add, already knowing the carefully planned answer Mikazuki would give if she did. Sleep did not seem to come easily to Mikazuki – and when it did, it was just nightmares. Akari would like to say she understood, but the lie was heavy and she didn't feel like playing nice would be appreciated by the Kinzoku.

Mikazuki rolled her eyes, turning back to stare at her reflection in the mirror. She looked good, the tight red dress hugging all her curves while exposing her back and her upper thighs, the beginning of a black ink tattoo peeking from underneath while her grey hair had been curled at the edges.

"What I need," The sorceress began, twirling around to pick up the red clutch she snatched from her mother's closet. "is a drink and a good dicking, so..." Mikazuki adjusted her hair one last time, the make-up Akari had done on her face concealing the dark bags under her eyes.

The bandage on her hand didn't compliment the look, but Mikazuki was too lazy to hide it using her Cursed Energy. Besides, drunk men didn't notice shit, let alone with the plunging neckline of this dress. Mikazuki chuckled at the thought, wondering when Niko had even worn the piece, especially knowing just how prudish her sister turned when called out. Anything to displease Asahi, I guess.

"Does your mother know about your little nightly escapades?" Akari finally asked, her fire eyes landing on Mikazuki's half exposed ass cheeks.

It was obscene, the kind of thing the Kinzoku Clan would certainly frown upon – which is exactly why Akari liked it so much in the first place. It was like everything Mikazuki did was just another act of rebellion, her hatred for the clan who bore her burning so deep she was willing to burn the world down. The sorceress paused at the question, turning to face her servant as her expression took in a different tone, the good-natured fun they'd been having quickly evaporating into thin air.

"No." Mikazuki answered curtly. "And if you even think about telling her..."

She didn't need to finish the sentence, Akari was smart enough to fill in the blanks.

"No need to threaten me. I'm your servant, not Hide's."

The confession seemed to do the trick, as Mikazuki soon turned back around, adjusting the straps of the dress before looking at Akari one more time. There was no danger in her gaze now, her golden irises calm like the night sky, yet the servant couldn't help but still feel a certain amount of unease. Despite how much she tried to fight it, Mikazuki was a Kinzoku, and the entitlement bled through at the strangest of times.

"Good, now..." Mikazuki said with a big smile on her face as she called forth the gold between the cracks of reality, a strange dark hole opening up in the middle of her bedroom and sucking the air in "Don't wait up."

The hole closed with a loud snap, a strange golden glow lingering in the air where Mikazuki had been only seconds ago. Kinzoku Mikazuki reappeared on the other side of Japan, the Tokyo clubbing district greeting her when she finally regained her balance. The sorceress smiled at the sight, quickly clipping the latch of her heels shut before strutting into the street with confidence. This time, Mikazuki didn't check any of the clubs, opting for the same one she'd already visited a couple of times.

Neo Masquerade was already open, the bright neon sign at the entrance an inviting sight even when it was clearly overshadowed by the two neighbouring clubs. Still, Mikazuki bypassed the line, flashing her ID with a proud smile while the security guy stamped a yellow circle on her wrist. Mikazuki rubbed at the ink, walking into the club and immediately feeling at home the moment her body fell into step with that of the music blaring through the speakers.

The sorceress made her way across the crowded dancefloor, squeezing herself through the moving sea of bodies until she reached the bar. The guy working there smiled, a bottle of Absolut vodka already prepared as he opened the cap and set the whole thing down on the counter. Mikazuki slammed her credit card against the glass table, pushing the cap off and taking a long sip. The vodka burned like a bitch – guess that's what happens after a decade of no alcohol and no sex, another thing she was desperate for.

Mikazuki wiped her mouth with her bare arm, setting the bottle down and leaning back against the bar as she scanned the crowd for her first victim. With the alcohol already buzzing in her system and the sweet lull of the music, the sorceress felt newly invigorated. Just as she was watching the crowd of sweaty bodies painted in neon swatches, her eyes landed on a familiar face.

No way.