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[Y/N] and Sanzu trudged up the stairs, their arms draped over each other's shoulders, both of them laughing. Blood was spattered their clothes and hands, smudged in streaks across their cheeks, a mix of red staining the edges of their clothes and even their hair.

The rest of Bonten was already chilling in the main area, lounging on couches or standing around, when the two psychos waltzed in. The room went dead silent for a solid three seconds as everyone took in the scene. Rindou was the first to break the silence, his eyebrows practically in his hairline. "Well, fuck me sideways. Sanzu and [Y/N] actually getting along? The apocalypse must be coming."

Ran shuddered dramatically. "Jesus Christ, what the hell happened down there? Those two together? That's some nightmare fuel right there. I'd rather get hit by a bus than be on the wrong side of that duo."

Rindou nodded. "Yeah, a pair of crazies working together is probably the last thing I'd want, especially the both of them."

Sanzu just rolled his eyes, nudging [Y/n] with a smirk. "They're just jealous they can't handle a little fun."

[Y/N] smirked back, then turned to the group, throwing up a peace sign with her blood stained fingers as she leaned forward, still draped over Sanzu. "Good news, boys! We got some juicy intel out of that bastard. Bad news? He's probably gonna need a mop and a bucket to clean up what's left of him."

Kokonoi, who was sitting across from them. He gestured at the two of them with a look of pure disgust. "Before you start bragging about your intel, could you two please go clean the fuck up? You look like you just walked out of a gore movie. And you smell like a butcher's dumpster."

[Y/N] waved him off with a grin. "Relax, Kokonut. It's not our blood. Mostly." She held up her hand, and Sanzu met her in a bloody fist bump, the sound of their sticky hands squelching together making Kokonoi visibly recoil.

Kokonoi visibly gagged. "Okay, no. No. Absolutely the fuck not. Go shower, immediately."

"Alright, alright, princess," [Y/N] groaned, shooting Kokonoi a wink as she and Sanzu turned to leave. "We'll be back in a flash. Try not to miss us too much."

As they walked out, Ran leaned back in his seat, a shit-eating grin spreading across his face. "Anyone else lowkey terrified of what those two are like when they're in a good mood? Like, I'm pretty sure they just invented a new level of crazy."

Takeomi chuckled, taking a drag from his cigarette. "They're death incarnate. But I gotta say, they get the job done."

Then Sanzu's voice echoed faintly from down the hall. "HEY [Y/N], YOU THINK THIS STAIN'S BRAAAAAIN FLUID OR WAIT, NOPE, THAT'S DEFINITELY A TOOTH—"

After [Y/N] and Sanzu had scrubbed off enough blood to look semi-presentable, they strolled into the meeting room where the rest of Bonten was already seated. [Y/N] plopped down in a chair, leaning back, while Sanzu sat next to her, looking way too pleased with himself.

[Y/N] glanced around the room. "So, turns out it's not just some rinky dink company trying to fuck with us. It's Yakomoto Corp. Specifically, their boss, Akira Yakomoto. That dickhead's the one who paid our guest downstairs to try and infiltrate Bonten. Surprise, surprise, he failed. Miserably."

Kakucho's eyes narrowed, his arms crossing over his chest. "Yakomoto Corp? Those clowns have been sniffing around the underground for a while now, haven't they? Trying to act like they're hot shit."

Kokonoi nodded, tapping his fingers on the table. "Yeah, they've been gunning for us for a while. It's been a pain in the ass to get intel on them, but thanks to these two maniacs," he said, gesturing to [Y/N] and Sanzu, "we've got exactly what we need. And by 'exactly,' I mean a shitload of blood and a name."