"I- I'll come back to the mafia. As your right hand," you choked out, clenching your fists.
Mori blinked, a silence overtaking the room.
Suddenly, he laughed into his fist, trying his best to hide his smile of victory.
"So, you're ready to come back if it means your friends can survive," he hummed. "How about I get another Agency worker as well? After all, I'm doing both you and Fukuzawa-Dono a favour, hm?"
"I refuse to wager the lives of others," you spat out.
"No worries, I will ask him myself," Mori beamed, clapping his hands.
An assistant entered the room, a small box in his hands. The man handed you the box, which you instantly distanced from as a safety precaution.
"Your uniform, one you were supposed to receive the day after your last mission," Mori explained. "Judging by your size, those measurements should still be the same. Do wear it, I don't need the next in line for Boss to look like a mess."
"After that, we leave," you demanded.
"Once Fukuzawa-Dono gives me the confirmation, yes," Mori nodded. "Chuuya-kun, do show her to your apartment. The two of you wouldn't mind sharing until I can get her a vacant one, yes?"
"Alright, Boss," Chuuya nodded, albeit hesitantly. "Let's go, then."
You followed him out, trudging next to him, thoughts running through your mind at a million miles per hour.
"How'd you end up getting out of the novel?" You asked.
"Shut up, I'm still mad at you for that," Chuuya glared. "That scheme had your name written all over it."
"Think about it this way, the Agency fears you enough to want to target you," you shrugged.
"Whatever," Chuuya scoffed, unlocking his door. "There's the bathroom."
You nodded, and slipped into the small room, taking off your Agency uniform. Your attire consisted of a simply white button-up and black flared trousers, mostly for the comfort. Should you get cold, you always had a red pullover on hand. It was less flashy, and more for the functionality. But in a situation where you didn't need to fight that often, you could be as flashy as you wanted, hence why the executives constantly looked like they were going to a fashion show while the rest of the mafia looked like they'd woken up on the streets.
However, when Mori said 'put together', you didn't think he'd mean.... this.
Your new uniform consisted of a white flowy blouse, a red corset, black slacks and red heels. As always, one of his older coats was neatly folded in the box as well. To match all of it, Mori changed your jewellery from what used to be silver with turquoise stones, to silver with rubies in them instead. You hesitantly slipped everything on, until you found a few smaller things at the bottom of the box.
'Happy 19th Birthday, L/N-kun. Elise-chan picked out the clothes, she hopes you like it.
- Mori Ougai'
Beneath the note was a small makeup kit as well, all of which was designed to go with your overall colour theme.
"Did you die in there or something?" Chuuya called, gently knocking on the door.
"No just..." you trailed off.
Sighing, you opened the door, finding your entire getup extremely out of place in comparison to the clothes you usually wore.
"Sorry, can you tie the back of this?" You requested, coming out of your trance.
"Can't believe the Boss gave you heels," Chuuya grumbled, tying up your corset. "Makes our height difference look even more ridiculous."
"No one's going to notice it if we're both sitting," you snorted. "Or if you're floating!"
"Shut up before I punch you," Chuuya scoffed, glancing over to see what you held in your hands.
You rolled your eyes playfully, before rushing back to the conference room, where Mori had finished speaking to Fukuzawa.
"Fukuzawa-Dono has agreed," Mori smiled as soon as you came in. "I see this still fits you, good."
"How are we getting there," you interrupted.
"I've had an assistant dispatch a helicopter, the two of you should be on your way," Mori nodded, waving his hand. "Do you need their locations?"
"I've got it covered," you informed, tugging on Chuuya's wrist as you rushed out of the building and onto the roof.
The two of you hopped into the helicopter, where two assistants were waiting for both your orders. They'd prepared numerous weapons for the two of you to use, and piled them up for easy access while you connected your phone to the system, allowing it to track the locations of your friends. It didn't take long to get to them, but the sight was horrendous.
Kunikida, Kenji and Tanizaki were all on the floor, practically bleeding out, while one of the soldiers opposite them had a sword against Yosano's neck. You recognised their uniforms immediately, and pinned them as the infamous Hunting Dogs.
Chuuya clicked his tongue, sending two bullets towards the black haired man that held the sword. Both bullets lodged into his arm, landing at supersonic speed.
"How stupid can you be, Armed Detective Agency?!" Chuuya sneered. "I'm here on the Boss's orders to pick you losers up!"
"Try not to cause a scene," you requested, sliding him a box of bullets.
"Time for a gunfight!" Chuuya smirked, sending a dozen bullets their way.
The two soldiers of the Hunting Dogs could barely dodge Chuuya's bullets, allowing you to deploy a set of ropes for the rest of the Agency to grab on to. The two of you hauled them up, before slamming the door shut.
"This can't be," Kunikida muttered. "The mafia, helping us...?"
"Don't be daft," Chuuya scorned, realising that they hadn't noticed your presence yet. "Your President cut a deal with the Boss. In return for rescuing you, one Agency member will switch over to the mafia. Anyone with usable skills is welcome!"
You were redirecting any light around you, keeping to the shadows so that your coworkers wouldn't be able to hear you. They were already devastated by the idea of the switch, you didn't want to put salt into the wound by informing them of your latest endeavours.
"He did that?!" Kunikida gaped.
"Well.... it's either that, or Yosano dies and we all end up in jail," Tanizaki realised. "If you look at it that way..."
"You're right," Kunikida sighed. "Ideals alone can't save human life. We need to face reality."
The rest of the Agency members immediately began whispering amongst themselves, to which Chuuya rolled his eyes and turned around, facing the back of the pilot's chair instead. You could practically feel his eyes boring into you, despite the fact that you'd completely hidden yourself from plain sight. After all, four years of working together made him hyperaware of your presence.
Suddenly, you heard the scratching of a blade, and saw that the same sword from before had pierced right through Kenji's chest.
"Huh?" Kenji asked, blood dripping down his chin.
"Whoa, are you kidding me?" Chuuya gaped. "Who is this freak?!"
"A pain in the ass is what he is," you glared, staring down at the soldier who'd latched himself onto the helicopter.
"Shit! He's trying to cut down the rotor blades!" Chuuya cursed, warning the pilot about it.
You sent a bright flash of light directly into his eyes, not that it loosened his grip on his sword. Gritting your teeth, you cast a firm shield around the rotor blades, allowing them to move freely while ensuring that they didn't get cut. However, it was to no avail, for he cut right through the shield you'd raised.
"What the fuck?!" Chuuya sputtered. "Did you get weak at the Agency?!"
"No, he's just that strong," you grit out.
"Tanizaki," Kunikida began, opening the door. "Make sure you find the real culprit for me."
With that, he jumped out, clinging onto the ravenette in an attempt to disorient him. The weight and speed of Kunikida's fall caused the soldier to retract his blade. The blonde summoned a hand grenade, letting it explode to hammer the final nail onto the coffin, and used the soldier's body to shield himself.
"Kunikida-San!" Tanizaki screamed, almost jumping out right after him.
You held him back, pulling him away from the scene and back into the helicopter. Chuuya slammed the door shut before ordering the pilots to fly faster. Once Yosano had healed Kenji and Tanizaki, and ensured that both were asleep, she turned to face you.
"Say, L/N," she began. "What's with the new outfit?"
You stayed silent for a while, unsure how to respond.
"I'm sorry."