IZANAMI | TR x reader x JJK

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The result was the same for all of them. They all dared not to spill a word about the izanami incarnate, readily willing to take the torture prepared for them.

But during their 'interrogation' they all held something in common, all of them on the lower part of their nape had a matching tattoo, a tattoo of a butterfly. Yet what bothered them the most about the butterfly was it seemed as if it were bleeding. They dismissed it as their eyes playing tricks on them from how late it had gotten and how long they had stayed up for, thinking their caffeine intake might be messing with their heads yet what they didn't catch was how none of the hostage's knew of the existence of the tattoos.

After a while, a silent agreement was made, they would tell their boss of their results and perhaps they'll do their best to not disappoint.

"So they won't speak?" Mikey speaks as he stares down at the profiles the haitani brother's had collected of their hostages.

"Yes, but there's one thing that is quite off about them,'' Rindou said. There was a nagging feeling in his gut, something telling him that he should go back down to the basement.

Mikey raised an eyebrow pushing him to continue.

"They all had a tattoo on their nape, something feels very off by the tattoo, they're nearly all exactly the same, on all 20 of them. Yet it seems as none of them know's of their existence."

The boss of bonten raised an eyebrow at this, a tattoo that the bearer was completely unaware of? That was a bit absurd even for a criminal boss like him.

"What about her?" mikey asked, raising the paper about the girl they spoked to first. "You said she spoke?"

" 'She is a regal being that will only bless you with her time if given a reason to,' " ran recited, closing his eyes as he remembered the words of the girl. "She spoke of her as if she was merely a figment of their imagination. A being person who merely exists in the shadows."

Mikey gave a hard stare at the profiles in his hand, debating his choices.

"Show me."

Eyes were wide as the basement door flew open.

They were gone.

The hostages they had caught, all for the purpose of finding one person, were gone as if they were never there.

The blood they had spilt was nonexistent, the chairs clean as if they were new.

Mikey in turn, his eyes instead of widening, darkened.

"Find who did this, and now!"

"I wonder why he's looking for me so badly," a voice could be heard with a chuckle. "Perhaps i should go drop by and say hello, maybe that will get a reaction out of our emo sangwo-kinne."

Only laughter could be heard as the speaker disappeared into the night.