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𝕔𝕙𝕒𝕡𝕥𝕖𝕣 𝟙𝟘𝟚 - 𝒑𝒓𝒆𝒑𝒂𝒓𝒂𝒕𝒊𝒐𝒏𝒔

As soon as he let go of you, the sorrowful expression on his face vanished and he put on his mask again, the remnants of the tears on his cheeks almost evaporated as he spoke to you in a serious tone again, no traces of the emotions he just showed you. „You're all going out tonight. All the drinks are on us. We want to celebrate your success on finding out who the traitor at CompX is." He sat back down as you responded tightly.

„You told them already?"-„I did. They're getting ready to go to CLOUD." He averted his gaze, but you wanted to know something else.

Is he not coming with us?

„Are you not coming with us?", you blurted out, the thoughts slipping out between your lips. „No, I'm going to stay here.", he responded with his eyes resting on your face, „Go get ready, y/n." The last sentence was his dismissal towards you, and your cue to get out, even if you didn't have an answer to the question that still lingered in your mind, of who they were to him. You knew Kazutora told you, that they knew each other from childhood, but what happened and why he didn't want them to find him, that was a riddle to solve on it's own.

Maybe I can find out what the reason for his resentment is... WHY he didn't want them to find him...

You nodded and made your way out the door, but as you opened it, there was Sanzu already waiting outside, with a stern and kind of annoyed expression on his face, but his voice was more apologetic than annoyed as he spoke to you. „Koko got you a new dress.", he stepped up and went in front of you, walking to your room and you followed after him with swift steps, catching up to his pace. „He did?", you asked, raising an eyebrow, „Why?" He didn't even turn around to look at you as he opened the door to your room.

He must be insanely rich it seems.

„Because he can. And he wanted to." He turned around again and waved his hand around, as he carried on, „We're leaving in an hour. Some make-up and the dress is placed on the bed. You can thank us later." A smirk tugged on his lips as his face met yours, a little surprised but not opposed to take a look inside the room and check out your attire for today. The last time you went out came to your mind again, and even if you didn't want to, a little rosy sheen crept on your cheeks.

I'm curious on which dress they want me to wear... I hope it's not too short or something... It's already going to be weird going out with all of them..

You stepped up to the made bed and looked at the dress that was already laying there, laid out, with some brand new make-up next to it. Your jaw dropped as soon as you saw the sheer white silky fabric, unconsciously your fingers reached down to the black stitches on the top of the dress, which met with some black at the waist, flowing down in waves of darkness from the bed. The intricate details, the fabric, the sheen and even the buttons told you it must have cost a fortune. *

I can't even think of an amount of money that could buy such a dress.. I've never seen something like this... not even on TV. It looks insane..

An hour to get ready is not really the best, but you could make it work, so you loosened your gaze from the dress, which was glued on it before and you made your way to the bathroom. After you finished scrubbing, shaving and moisturising your whole body, you got out and did your make-up. Your skin was pale, the dark circles showing underneath your eyes, but the bruise was finally gone. You finished up with some dark burgundy lipstick, and it was now time to put on that insanely expensive dress.

Your slipped inside, pulled the dress up from your ankles, up to your waist and slid your arms through, buttoning up the front and you felt the silky smooth fabric on the surface of your skin and underneath your fingertips. Your eyes traveled down to look at the details that were stitched on so beautifully, the belt that was now wrapped above your hips, and your legs that were showing through the slits from the waist down. There was no mirror outside the bathroom, so you at least wanted to see what you looked like on your upper body.

The person that you saw looking back at you, wasn't the same as it was two or three months ago. You changed. You noticed it yourself. But did you turn into a bad person?

I don't know.

Did I?

Everything that happened has shaped me in a way I couldn't have thought of beforehand...

You shook off everything that was going through your mind, and checked the time on your phone, when you saw that you forgot to look at the text from your boss. Upon opening you put on the matching black heels that were placed at the end of the bed, because if you were celebrating tonight - even if it had to be with them - why the fuck not? Her text was just wishing you to get better soon, and that if you needed something, she'd be available for you. You made your way feeling slightly guilty, to the door to get out, your heels clacking on the wooden floor, and your dress swaying while walking, as if it was flowing off your body.

The cold metal of the doorknob met your sweaty fingertips, kind of nervous to join them, because even though you have met them all, you've never been somewhere with ALL of them together.

You pulled the door open, and stepped outside, when suddenly you felt sharp, cold metal stinging the skin on your neck and you instantly stopped. Your eyes widened in shock, your body frozen in fear.

You didn't dare to look beside you, so you just stepped back slowly, backing away into your room, the cold sensation on your throat following you inside, and you heard the door close with a light thud in the darkness.

The darkness enveloped you and your hands were shaky at the static electricity that formed around your body, any sound would have made you jump back in fear. 

Suddenly, the room was illuminated and you saw the person that was standing in front of you, a long shimmering blade pointing to your throat and your mind went blank at the sight of Sanzu, threatening to slice you up into small pieces as it seemed.

What is he doing??? Is he actually insane?

Your brows knit together as your eyes followed the blade of his Katana dropping down to the floor, as he looked at you, his mouth standing agape and his ocean blue eyes reflecting the light that shone off the metal on the ground. His eyes lit up, sparking at the sight of you, unable to talk, to even grasp his thoughts.

„What are you doing?" Your voice was only a heavy breath in the thick silence of the room as the ringing of the metal on wood subsided.

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*a/n: this is the dress :)