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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 as well 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 as well 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 as well as a firearm in his coat.

"Alright you dumbasses, you ready to stop looking like you're auditioning for Tokyo's Next Top Assassin and actually do something useful?" [Y/N] snapped, her voice dripping with enough sarcasm. She adjusted her glove with a sharp tug, her eyes scanning the group

Sanzu pushed off the wall, flicking his hair out of his face with a dramatic sigh. "Oh, I'm ready. Been ready since you took forty minutes picking out that dress. What's the plan princess? Distract 'em with your sparkles while I do all the work?"

Rindou, who was busy adjusting his silver chain, sighed like he was already over the conversation. "Can we not do this right now? I'd like to get in, shoot someone, and get out before I have to listen to you two bicker like an old married couple."

Ran popped a piece of gum into his mouth and grinned. "Relax, RinRin. [Y/N]'s just pissed because she knows I'm gonna steal her kill again. Right, sparkles?"

[Y/N] shot him a glare that could've melted steel. "Listen here, you over accessorized edgelord, if you even think about pulling that shit again, I'll shove that silver chain so far up your-"

"Can you all shut the fuck up" Rindou said, pinching the bridge of his nose. "Can we focus for five seconds? Or do I have to babysit you idiots through this whole mission?"

[Y/N] rolled her eyes so hard it was a miracle they didn't get stuck in the back of her head. "Fine, mom. Let's go before I change my mind and leave you all to die in a fire. But if any of you screw this up, I'm not saving your asses. Understood?"

Sanzu saluted mockingly. "Aye aye, captain sparklefists."

Ran snorted. "Sparklefists? That's a new one."

The Yakamoto Club's entrance was a circus of wealth and excess, the kind of place where money didn't just talk, it screamed. Flashing lights bathed the street in a kaleidoscope of colors, reflecting off the polished surfaces of sleek, obnoxiously expensive cars that rolled up one after another. Each car disgorged a fresh wave of guests, all dressed to the nines in designer outfits that probably cost more than the average person's yearly salary. Diamonds sparkled, gold gleamed, and the air was thick with the smell of expensive cologne and the faintest hint of desperation masked by arrogance.

The Bonten team stepped out of their own car, a sleek, black vehicle. [Y/N] was the first to exit, her long black dress catching the light and shimmering like it was made of liquid shadow. She looked like she belonged there, all elegance and danger. Ran followed, his lavender hair catching the light as he adjusted his coat, looking every bit the refined gentleman with a body count. Rindou and Sanzu brought up the rear, the former with his silver chains glinting and the latter with his pink hair slicked back and his gaze already scanning the area.