Undead Revolution (⛔☁️)

S7 - 9. [Liquid Silk]

Katsuki crouched in the shadows of the upper rafters, high above the glitzy fundraiser below. From his vantage point, he could see everything: the attendees in their sleek suits and glittering dresses, the low hum of conversations mingling with the soft background music, and the occasional hero, unmistakable in their subtle patrols around the room.

But his attention was solely on Keiko, who had slipped into her role with surprising finesse. She was practically unrecognizable.

Her dress was a striking choice, the kind of gown that demanded attention the moment she entered the room. It was a deep, midnight blue that clung to her figure, contrasting sharply with her usual rugged look. The fabric was sleek, catching the light with a subtle shimmer as she moved, and the dress flowed like liquid silk around her legs.

The neckline plunged just enough to be alluring without sacrificing elegance, while the back was daringly low, held together by thin, delicate straps that crisscrossed over her shoulders. A slit along one side allowed her to move with ease, each step revealing a glimpse of her toned legs, adding an edge of danger to the otherwise polished look.

Around her neck, she wore a simple silver chain, a quiet nod to her usual taste in minimalist jewelry, and a pair of small stud earrings glinted against her ears. Her hair, normally tied back or hidden under a cap, was styled loosely, framing her face in soft waves.

In this getup, Keiko looked every inch the sophisticated guest, the kind of woman who could slip in and out of high society without raising suspicion.

It was truly a sight to behold.

Through his earpiece, he heard her voice, calm but laced with sarcasm. "Enjoying the view? Or are you just here for the free show?"

Katsuki smirked, adjusting his grip on the support beam. "Just stick to the plan, dumbass. Genda’s got those damn heroes everywhere"

"Yeah, yeah" She murmured, casting a sultry glance over her shoulder at one of said heroes, earning a very virgin-like blush.

He watched as Keiko sauntered her way across the room, her gaze focused and calculated as she subtly maneuvered closer to Genda. The man was engaged in conversation with a small group of investors, laughing too loudly at some joke, clearly in his element.

Katsuki's fingers flexed around the hilt of the knife strapped to his side. He mentally mapped his approach, noting the exits, the guards' routes, and the heroes stationed throughout. Teskai had been right about this; the mission would be messy if they weren't careful.

Below, Keiko finally made her move, leaning in just close enough to Genda to catch his attention. He turned to her, eyes widening slightly as he took her in. She played her part perfectly, letting a playful smile curl at the corners of her lips.

She said something Katsuki couldn’t unhear, something she'd definitely picked up from whenever Mitsuru visited to brag about her 'adventures'.

"You look lonely, handsome" She said. Katsuki's lips curled in disgust. Genda, however, already seemed hooked.

What a sleezy bastard.

Katsuki gave the room a once-over before giving his orders. "Get him alone"

Keiko’s only reply was a very subtle head tilt.

He watched as she led Genda toward the stairs, her movements smooth, confident. To anyone else, it looked like a flirtatious rendezvous.

Katsuki followed subtly, careful as to not draw any eyes.

Keiko’s performance was flawless; she was all charm and allure, her laughter light and infectious as she leaned close to Genda, pretending to hang on his every word.

It was almost unsettling, seeing her in a role so different from her usual blunt, no-nonsense self. But damn if she didn’t pull it off convincingly.

They reached a secluded hallway, and Keiko glanced around, casting a brief look over her shoulder. Almost done, he silently promised.

With surprising ease, Keiko gently guided Genda into a private room, her voice dropping to a low, almost conspiratorial whisper. The politician followed without hesitation, too caught up in the moment to notice the subtle shift in her expressions as the door slowly closed behind them. Katsuki slipped in through before the door could fully close, quickly maneuvering back out of sight.

He positioned himself, able to hear the low hum of their conversation. Keiko’s tone was light, teasing, as she continued to play her part, but there was an edge of impatience that only he would pick up on. She was waiting for his move.

Katsuki’s grip tightened around the hilt of his knife. He counted the seconds, waiting for the opportune moment to strike.

He took a steadying breath, tapping softly against the wall, the signal they’d agreed on.

She pulled back, pretending to strip off her dress. It was slow, the straps being ever so slowly pulled at.

Katsuki keeps around, making no detectable sounds. His knife practically sang in excitement, matching his heart's racing.

He brought the knife down.

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