Shiori Novella One-shots

Shiori - Nyakuza Boss

A/N: Spaced on uploading, thanks for your patience.

You've always heard of the Nyakuza, but you've never seen them before. It's probably why they have the reputation of "you don't find the Nyakuza, the Nyakuza finds you." Now, you're realizing just how true those words are as you're ushered into a large library with velvet furniture and armed guards in suits. Too many thoughts about numerous debts rush through your head as the weight of the situation makes your stomach sink to your toes.

With your hands restrained behind your back, you're forced onto your knees. As you stare at the floor, contemplating your limited options, the voice of a girl snaps you back to reality.

"Now, how do you plan on making this right?"

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You slowly look up to see a woman in a purple-hued pinstripe suit, complete with purple watching you with glowing golden eyes, framed by stark white and abyssal black hair. The flickering of the cold fluorescents above you reflecting off of her purple hashtag hairpin distracting you momentarily, before your gaze is drawn back to her eyes.

The woman's gaze makes you shiver in fear, as if you were a baby mouse facing down a boa constrictor. You're nothing more than a pebble before her, and it's obvious how... irked she is to have had to take time out of her day to address a peon like you.

"Well?" she prompts, unsatisfied with how slow your response is.

As if to reinforce her point, you hear the clicks of safeties being undone on the weapons held by the guards around you.

"W-wait! Um! I can help with something!"

"Hoh...? And how do you think *you* could help me?" she scowls, narrowing her eyes as she looks down at you.

"Um... I could... I could..." you grasp at ideas, discarding them as quickly as they come. "I could be a mole somewhere! I'd be disposable for you, right? So, no big deal if I don't make it back, right?"

"Hm..." she closes her eyes as she hums. "No, I don't like that. It'd be a bad way to go."

Your eyes fly open in surprise. *Why is she being so kind...?*

"Not to mention, we couldn't get our money back from you. There's also the fact that the question of 'who are you a mole for' would be asked, risking revealing us. So, no."

*Ah, there it is.*

Your face pales in realization. Maybe there really is nothing you could do to help.

*I'm glad I won't be killed, but...*

"Your thoughts are obvious. There are worse fates than death," the woman grins sadistically, a shadow falling over her eyes.

"W-what....?" you shudder and shrink into yourself.

"Tell you what, here's what we'll do... We'll have you be used for an experiment... The first *Novelite*..." her terrifying smile broadening as she leans forward, her pressure overwhelming you.

*Oh, no... What have I done...* you wonder, as your consciousness flees and your body collapses under the pressure of her gaze and your own fear.