𝐡𝐞𝐚𝐯𝐞𝐧 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐛𝐚𝐜𝐤 | 𝐛𝐨𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐧 𝐱 𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫

𝕮𝖍𝖆𝖕𝖙𝖊𝖗 𝕾𝖊𝖛𝖊𝖓

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It was the day of the mission to infiltrate the Yakamoto Club.

[Y/N] wore a long black dress, a slit running up one side to allow for movement aswell as long black gloves. Her dress shimmered faintly in the low light, hugging her figure without restricting her agility. Hidden at her thigh was a small holster, holding a blade aswell as her gun. Her hair was pulled back into [ fav h/s] as her eyes glinted with excitement.

Beside her, Sanzu wore a tailored dark suit, a black turtle neck worn inside, a black coat and no tie. His pink hair was slicked back while inside his jacket, he'd hidden two firearms and a knife hidden away by his ankle.

Ran had chosen a black suit, with a white dress shirt and a long black coat. A thin silver chain glinted at his wrist. His lavender hair, left loose, framed his face as he hid his gun in his coat.

Rindou, meanwhile, wore a black suit with a black button up shirt with silver chains for style and a black coat. His lavender hair was styled back. At his ankle, he'd strapped a knife, hidden from sight but within easy reach aswell as a firearm in his coat.

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The Yakomoto Club's entrance was a scene of wealth and glamour, with flashing lights and sleek cars arriving in waves, each spilling out guests decked in designer clothes and dripping with jewelry. The Bonten team stepped out of their car, blending into the crowd with ease.

[Y/N] looped her arm through Ran's to make it more believable with Rindou and Sanzu followed a few paces behind, Rindou's face set in an unreadable manner while Sanzu's gaze scanned their surroundings.

They passed all the guards without issue, entering the main hall. The interior was a blend of dark wood, low lighting, and gold accents, with expensive chandeliers casting a dim glow over the room. A jazz band played on a stage at the far end, and well dressed people who sipped champagne and mingled.

They moved with the crowd, splitting into pairs. Sanzu and Rindou took up positions near the bar, leaning back as they watched the doors leading to the private areas of the club. [Y/N] and Ran moved toward the edge of the room, finding a vantage point where they could see most of the guests.

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After a few minutes, [Y/N]'s eyes widened as she caught sight of a figure entering through a door at the back, surrounded by a group of armed guards.

"There," she whispered to Ran, tilting her head slightly. "That must be Akira Yakomoto."

They then relayed the information to Sanzu and Rindou. The four closed in, each taking a different approach to avoid suspicion. The plan was simple: locate, separate, regroup and eliminate.

As Akira moved toward a private VIP area, Sanzu and Rindou shadowed him, blending into the flow of guests. [Y/N] and Ran positioned themselves on the opposite end, ensuring that there would be no escape route.

[Y/N] reached into her dress's slit, fingers brushing against the handle of her gun as she moved in closer, her heart pounding with anticipation with Ran at her side.

Sanzu, already flanking the VIP area, caught the eye of a guard standing outside the door. With a quick nod to Rindou, they moved in. Sanzu approached the guard, flashing a casual smile.

"Excuse me, I think we're lost," he said smoothly. The guard's brows furrowed just before Sanzu's fist shot out, slamming into his throat. The guard staggered. Rindou then moved in from the other side, delivering a sick punch knocking him unconscious.

Ran and [Y/N] took their cue, slipping through the door and making their way down the corridor toward Akira's private room. The sound of muffled voices reached them as both Ran and [Y/N] looked at each other nodding as she had that psychotic smile on her face.

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Inside the VIP room, Akira Yakomoto was seated at a large table, surrounded by two of his guards. He looked up just in time to see Sanzu, Ran, [Y/N], and Rindou enter.

Akira smirked, his confidence faltering slightly as he glanced between them. "So, Bonten finally decided to show their pathetic faces huh?"

"Shut your bald headed ass the fuck up, you got some nerve don't you", [y/n] grinned as Sanzu and Ran stifled a laugh and Rindou cleared his throat to compose himself.

Akira's guards reached for their weapons, but [Y/N] and Rindou were faster as they quicky pulled out their guns, sending bullets after bullet, one guard going down with a headshot and one with a shot to the chest.

[Y/N]'s eyes narrowed, "Is that it, I swore I saw more guar-". Her sentence was cut off as four more guards barged into the room, all four of them pointing guns at the Bonten members.

Just as the Bonten team tensed to react, a sharp click echoed through the room. They turned to see Akira, his face twisted with a desperate smirk, pointing a gun directly at them from the corner.

"Son of a bitch Akira", [y/n] muttered.

"Well, looks like the odds just evened out," Akira sneered, his voice shaky but tried to sound confident.

Ran chuckled under his breath, casting a quick side-eye to Sanzu. "You think four more clowns and a shaky handed boss make a difference?" He cracked his neck, his gaze moving between the guards and Akira.

Without another word, [Y/N] moved first. She lunged to the side, flipping a nearby table to create a temporary shield as she fired a shot that clipped one of the guards in the shoulder, making him stagger. Taking advantage of the moment, Rindou fired two rapid shots, one bullet hitting a guard in the chest while the second guard managed to duck just in time.

Sanzu didn't waste any time, pivoting toward Akira with a grin. "Hey Baldy, let's see if you can shoot with your hand shaking like that.

Akira's hand trembled visibly, his eyes darting between Sanzu and the others, but he forced himself to steady the gun. Before he could pull the trigger, Ran aimed his gun, shooting Akira directly on his hand.

The gun slid across the floor as Akira stumbled back, clutching his bleeding hand, screaming in pain as he looked at Ran, who gave him a taunting grin. "Not so tough now, are you?"

One of the guards took advantage of the distraction, aiming his gun squarely at Ran's back. But before he could fire, [Y/N] cocked her gun pulling the trigger, the bullet hit the man square in his neck as he crumpled with a waterfall of blood flowing down his chest.

The remaining guards realized they were outmatched but refused to back down. One of them fired a wild shot that almost grazed Rindou's arm.

"You're going to regret even trying that," Rindou muttered as he fired a single bullet that took the guard down with a headshot. The man dropped instantly, joining the others on the floor.

The final guard, realizing he was now alone, took a shaky step back, his gun trembling in his hand. [Y/N] locked eyes with him, a dangerous grin on her lips "Drop it", she says, her voice laced with venom.

The guards face paled, he hesitated but still attempted to pull the trigger but before he can, three bullets pierced his chest, everyone turned to where the bullets came from and saw Sanzu holding up his gun grinning while Ran smirked as he held up his gun to Akira's head.

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