Complicated (Len × Reader) (under major editing atm)

Worry and Lament

Third-Person

Len's spy arrived late into the evening, her timing precise and impeccable. She came through the back door with a series of knocks to prove it was her. Miki invited her into the house, the group waiting anxiously. She could tell they all had hope in their eyes but she knew that high hopes had an even stronger impact once they fell through.

"I'll do my best to answer whatever I can, but I make no promises the answers will be what you seek," she said as she sat on a stool.

Len rolled his wrist, "Doesn't matter. You're the most useful person I've got and we have an emergency. A while back, two of my members were brutally attacked while on a walk through the forest. Unfortunately, at the time, one of the members was just a civilian. They both suffered horribly by the work of the Eros. They left gashes in her calf fitting the description of her as a marked target. Today, another one of our members was taken presumably by the Heartless. I was beaten up and they grabbed her. Magicians Doll named Rei had told us he's a Heartless and his group had her taken."

His informants brows furrowed as she leaned forward.

"Rei's not a Heartless. He's a Demonic. If the Heartless did take your associate, he wouldn't have authority to control that. I was there just a few hours ago and the Demonic haven't made a report on your beating, Len. Nobody in our gang went to do this job. Either he's bluffing about the Heartless specifically taking her... or he had someone else do this." 

The group was silent, each holding back a spiteful comment or a sob. Many had questions, but would they go answered? Or would they even like the answer?

"But I do have pertinent information for you," she began, "There's an allying gang boss to the Demonic doing his damnedest to get any information he can on your base, your whereabouts, etcetera. He wants a surprise attack on you to take over your territories."

"Does this mean he's the one responsible for taking Defoko?" Gakupo asked as he walked towards her. The informant silently pieced the things in her head and she bolted up.

"Len," she snapped her fingers in his direction to grab his attention. It was successful, "Assuming you don't have any more questions, I'm going to ask around and see if he took her. I'll keep you updated."

She did a quick survey of the room, but nobody came forth with their questions. [_____] thanked her with a slight bow.

"Thank you, Ruko." Len whispered as he nodded. He couldn't stand without assistance. The informant bowed quickly and left out the back door immediately. The air was thick and gelatinous. Nobody wanted to leave. Miki went to the kitchen and came back with a candle and a box of matches. She lit the candle and placed it on the mantle.

"You're more than welcome to pray with me," she said as she knelt down and ducked her head. Gakupo followed suit and prayed the hardest he could. His tears were a testament to how much he was pleading to whichever god would listen. A few others began praying, silently hoping the pain would resolve soon and they'd have Defoko back in their arms unscathed. [_____] bowed her head with hopes that Gakupo wouldn't suffer such pain. She held onto hope that Defoko would come home and they'd all celebrate with a big party. And nobody would ever go missing again.

Len received a message from Ruko. He didn't want to desperately get his hopes up, but he read the message hoping it was about Defoko. And it was, sort of. But it made his throat close up.