【𝑻𝒉𝒆 𝒑𝒐𝒑𝒖𝒍𝒂𝒓 𝑬𝒙𝒆𝒄𝒖𝒕𝒊𝒗𝒆.•*】𝔹𝕊𝔻 𝕆𝕟𝕖𝕊𝕙𝕠𝕥𝕤

【𝑺𝒑𝒐𝒕𝒍𝒆𝒔𝒔.•*】 ①⑥

Inspired by: Attack on Titan Episode - Special Operations Squad: Eve of the Counterattack, Part 2

Tuesday
05:99 a.m
⚲ Abandoned Port Mafia Basement
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Chuuya and his group of armed men have a different mission than their usual Protection racketeering, extortion, vote buying, narcotrafficking, bid rigging, loan sharking, kidnapping, or even arson and murder today.

Mori had different plans for his most skilled crew.

It was away from all the bloodshed and wild crimes.

They were sent...

to clean the basement.

Usually basements in the Port Mafia are used and kept clean, or rather clean, for Torture and enemy captivity, though this one was different.

It was Elise's playroom.

Now why was it specifically in the ugly, cold basement?

Well the wallpaper already had a shade of pink with unicorn on it. And besides, she enjoyed the screams of tortured victims down there.

You know, sadism of children.

And Mori didn't feel the safety in a place the Armed Detective Agency could storm into at any given moment.

What's funny is that, these 10 men were the ones most mesmerised by their superior's kindness.

Sound familiar? (The first one-shot)

And so they'd have the honour of witnessing it again.

"Hmm..." Chuuya stared at the dust he found under the pink desk of their supposedly cleaned room. He was dissatisfied.

"Hey Yamada."
The man felt a sting of happiness. Someone as high as an executive remembered his name!

He remembered the countless times he got called 'you there'; 'hey' or even 'oi'.

"Y-yes sir?" He immediately made his way to the shorter male. To the by far shorter male.

"You were in change of cleaning under the desks, right?" He spoke with a gentle and calm tone.

"Y-Yes sir..."

"Lemme show you how to do this instead." He gripped a mop and started to teach. "So first of all, you should use a wet towel to wipe off the dust rather than just brush it~~~~" the words start to fade in his head and Yamada was quick to loose focus in the kind teachings of his superior, rather than an entire scolding.

He would absolutely never leave the strongest crew of the Port Mafia. Even if it meant it cost his life.

Even if it meant dying by his side!

Even if it meant— "Got that?" Chuuya's voice suddenly rang in his head.

"Y-Yes, sir!" He stared down to the glittering table. Gosh, the surface resembled a mirror so much you could sight your reflection only glancing at it.