Undead Revolution (⛔☁️)

S7 - 8. [Legislative Landmines]

Teskai leaned back in his chair, fingers tapping against the keyboard as multiple screens flickered in front of him. "Alright, I've got something for you"

Katsuki crossed his arms, leaning against the couch. He'd already donned his gear, sans the mask. "Yeah? Who’s the target?"

Teskai sighed, scrolling through files until he found the one he was looking for. "Rich guy. Politician. Takahiro Genda. He’s tied to that gang you’ve been interested in; the Hamakawa Syndicate or whatever it's called”

Katsuki huffed, rolling his eyes. "Yamakawa"

Teskai’s fingers stilled over the keyboard as he looked up. "Potato, tomato. The guy’s clean  but he’s funding them on the D. L., typical politician stuff"

His eyes narrowed. "No blood on his hands?"

Teskai nodded. "None. He's the kind of guy that never gets his hands dirty. Either way, you take him out and the gang will crumble"

The idea of taking down someone like Genda starting to appeal to him more by the second.

God knows he needed a distraction from all the feelings he'd accumulated from being at home. That's why he was taking a job like this. Assassinations were always thought-taking. A little in and out, but the thrill of the lack of freedom in the job always excited him.

Having parameters gave him a challenge that he'd never turn down.

"There’s more" Teskai continued. "He’s slippery. Protected. Not by the usual hired guns, but by heroes. Genda’s got connections. You’ll be walking into a political minefield if you do this"

Katsuki’s eyes darkened, his lips twisting into a smirk. "Sounds fun"

Teskai stared at him for a moment before sighing. "Alright. Just… be careful with this one. You're not just going after criminals, you’re going after the system itself"

Katsuki pushed off the wall, turning toward the door with a determined look. "I’ll deal with it. Send me the bare minimum"

As Katsuki left, Teskai gave a heavy sigh. "Insufferable"

"Heard that" He called as the door shut. Muffled insults came in response and his heart fluttered. This was what he wanted.

Not scrapbooks. Not painful memories. Not the expressions his parents have when they think he's not looking.

He just wanted some fun, some thrills.

The mission, with all its potential hazards, felt like exactly what he needed. Something real, something that wouldn’t twist his insides into knots or remind him of the person he used to be. No obligations, no sentiment; just a target and the thrill of the hunt.

The night air felt brisk against his skin, a perfect counter to the intensity brewing inside him. The idea of facing heroes, taking down a high-profile target like Genda; it was just the distraction he needed.

But the moment he started planning, he realized Genda wouldn’t be easy to corner. Not in the traditional sense, anyway. Not with so much trash in the way. He needed access, something he couldn’t get on his own.

And he knew exactly who could help.

A Little over an hour later, he stopped in front of his favorite workshop. He pushed open the door, the soft chime barely audible over the hum of machines.

Keiko looked up, wiping her hands on a stained cloth. Her expression was one of mild surprise, but she masked it quickly with a bright smile. "Well, look who’s here!"

"Got a job and thought you might want in"

She threw up her arms in exasperation. "You’re only here if you need something! Why can't you just come so we can hang out like old ladies?"

“Definitely an old lady” He replied with a smirk. "I need you for this. There's no way I'm hiring Mitsuru again, so..."

She scoffed. "Mitsuru? You want me to be a prostitute?" She turned to the side, as if addressing her tools. "Get a load'a this guy!"

"Big politician, heroes as bodyguards, the works. I need to get him alone and obviously this-" Katsuki gestured to himself. "-isn't gonna cut it"

Keiko’s grin widened. "And you want me to seduce him? I'm honoured"

"Unfortunately, you’re exactly his type. At least, physically. You’ll just need to, uh, you know… clean up a little"

She gave him a half-hearted glare. "Takes a real bastard to tell a woman to clean up in her own damn workshop"

Katsuki’s smirk widened, knowing she’d already taken the bait. "You in?"

She rolled her eyes, tossing the cloth onto the workbench. "Fine. But you owe me a huge favor after this. A cash one, preferably"

"Deal" he said, turning back toward the door. "I've gotta get some shit from Dimitri first"

She called out after him with a mocking salute, her voice trailing as he left. "Get me some Sticks while you're there!"

Katsuki flapped a hand dismissively. "Yeah, I know"

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