Warning:
This chapter contains profanities.
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June 2018, 00.30
Secluded part in Tokyo port
"Argh, fuck! For fuck's sake, FUCK HIM!"
Yuzuha approached with rain of curses fell from her mouth. Amidst the blow of midnight breeze and crashing sound of waves, she tousled her long hair in frustration.
"Was that a command or a wish~?" Hanma commented, playful grin curved on the side on his lips.
"Not now!" she was boiling with rage, barely contained herself from landing a kick to the Sixth Division Vice Captain's face.
"No valuable information, I presumed?" Kisaki asked, eyebrow quirked into a subtle mock.
"Do you need to ask?!" Yuzuha gritted her teeth. Maelstrom of emotion filled her - frustration, disappointment, and worst: betrayal from realizing that the subordinate that she nurtured for this project double-crossed her and her beloved gang.
"You need to get those wound treated, nee-chan," Inui eyed her blood-dripping knuckles.
"This?" she finally gave her hand a closer look. "Ah, this ain't my blood."
"Phweeee~!" Hanma whistled. "Can only imagine how you tortured him. Can he still talk~?"
"He's still alive, if that's what you're asking. At least I didn't go as hard as you did," Yuzuha glared, returning Hanma's whimsical look.
Breeze of midnight wind blew in between, giving a chance for the female Alpha to take a breath, composing herself.
"So what now?" Yuzuha threw the question to their circle of six. "Deadline's approaching and we haven't found the remaining rats."
"Just fuck him as per your suggestion, nee-chan. Maybe he'll open up after a nice Alpha cock in his ass," Kokonoi suggested, long tongue slithered from the side of his lips. "Hanma, you up again."
"Me?" the tall Alpha sneered. "Fucking a high-schooler? Oh please, where's the fun in that~."
The bickering continued, but for you, the noise slowly fade to the background. (y/eye color) eyes gazing to far distance, gears on your brain were turning, devising schemes, tricks, and ploys to make the traitor talk.
Another physical torment is not a good idea. I shall make him speak while he still can talk. Looks like it's best to start with —.
The trail of thoughts derailed once you realized that a pair of eyes was watching your figure.
"Is there something wrong, Inui-san?" in full politeness, you confronted him.
"Why don't you give it a try, (y/n)-san?"
His words made you the center of the attention in an instance.
"Her?" Kisaki tilted an eyebrow.
Inui frowned. "How do you think she managed to pinpoint Muta as the traitor?"
The night felt colder with a pair of steel grey orbs now fixated on you, demanding further explanation. Well, you couldn't blame him. Your report only laid proof of Muta Kokichi's treachery, but not how you obtained such proof.
On one hand, you would like to keep your true strength hidden.
But on the other hand, you couldn't let Kisaki win the bet.
As him unravelling your past might spell your return to Hades.
"(y/n), can you make him talk?" Yuzuha was hopeful.
"I can," you sighed. "But I need some preparation."
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