[Bungo Stray Dogs x Reader]
──❝The Divine of Judgment❞──
➤ [Description]
Yokohama is a congested, uninteresting city with a secret. A detective, devoid of purpose, leaving her previous job behind as a Port Mafia Exec...
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[ Chapter 22 || Mimic ]
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[Y/n] crouched behind a stack of crates in the dimly lit warehouse, watching the group of men down below as they went about their business. They were members of the Mimic, a notorious European organization. They were all dressed in cloaks of a dark gray color. [Y/n] took note of the old-fashioned European guns they had. They were Grau Geist pistols.
There was no conversation, only the silent loading of their guns. [Y/n] had managed to track them down, gathering information on their operations and waiting for the right moment to strike. And now, she saw her chance. With a deep breath, [Y/n] slipped out from behind the crates and crept toward the group, staying low to avoid detection. She moved with the precision and speed of a predator, her movements silent and efficient.
The group didn't see her coming until it was too late. [Y/n] stuck like lightning, her hands blurring as she dispatched several of the men with a series of punches and kicks. The rest of them turned to face her, but she didn't flinch. She moved with the fluid grace of a dancer, dodging bullets as they whizzed past her.
[Y/n] smirked, her facial features ripped with a fiery strength that rarely appeared on anyone younger than her. She clasped onto a recognition of her power, reverence, and intensity that radiated off of her in waves. Her hair weaved through the air, and her eyes shimmered gold. Her pointer finger matches the hue exactly as she points to the remaining group. With a point of her finger and a blinding flash, they were all stabbed by the swords that rained down, leaving nothing but a pile of bodies and a haunting silence in their wake.
When the dust and ash settled, [Y/n] stood alone in the center of the warehouse, her breathing heavy but her eyes bright with triumph. She stared down at the bloodied bodies, with a triumph gleam in her eyes. As she turned around, she was met with the piercing gaze of a man who seemed to be studying her every move. But there was a tall man in the same clothes as the others standing at the far end of the warehouse.
The man didn't appear to be fearful and took long strides toward her. The man clapped slowly and said, "Impressive. You're not like the others we've encountered." [Y/n] narrowed her eyes, ready for another fight. The man removed his cloak to reveal tan skin, long white hair pulled back into a low ponytail, and gorgeous red eyes. "I am Gide. And you're the fiery maiden."
"You're an ability user, aren't you? I can sense it from the way you move and the energy you emit. What kind of ability do you possess?" Gide chuckled before he replied. "Yes, I have the ability to predict the future." He continued, "I knew you would be here, to stop them." His eyes gleamed with a mysterious light as he spoke.
"Your ability hardly matters to me. Once I take you in, the Port Mafia will undoubtedly take advantage of you. I won't fail." [Y/N] said, her voice cold and menacing. Gide chuckled as he raised his left hand and aimed his gun at her. "We'll see about that." [Y/n] knew that he had foreseen her next move, so she decided to change the script. Instead of running forward, she leaped up the wall and used it as a springboard to flip over the man's head. She landed behind him, and before he could turn around,
