As you lay there, your naked form glistening with sweat, the aftermath of the intense experience still coursing through your veins, you couldn't help but feel a sense of disarray.
Your makeup, once meticulously applied, was now smudged and streaked, evidence of the passionate encounter.
Mascara had run, leaving dark trails down your cheeks, a stark contrast to the flushed glow of your skin.
Your body still trembling slightly,
a lingering effect of the intense sensations that had consumed you moments ago.
Mikey's weight shifted as he moved away from you, his presence withdrawing momentarily.
With heavy-lidded eyes, you glanced up at his silhouette, illuminated by the soft glow filtering through the room.
The silvered strands of his hair caught the faint light, casting a mesmerizing aura around him as he began to dress, the fabric of his clothing rustling softly in the quiet room.
Taking a deep breath, you shifted your gaze upward, your eyes tracing the intricate patterns of the ceiling above.
Each detail seemed to come alive in the dim light, a silent witness to the intensity of the moment that had just passed.
As you lay there, enveloped in a haze of sensation and emotion, you couldn't help but feel a sense of both fulfillment and uncertainty lingering in the air, like wisps of smoke slowly dissipating into the night.
The moment you laid in each other's arms, you could smell the familiar scent of Mikey's cologne mingling with your own. For a brief moment, it felt like everything was right in the world.
But then, before you knew it,
Mikey was moving on to the next thing, leaving you behind in your own thoughts once again.
The sound of the door closing behind him was like a symbol of the end of your time together.
He was gone, and you were left with the lingering memory of his touch and the comfort of his presence.
It was a cycle that repeated itself over and over, leaving you wanting more and more each time, but it always ended the same.
You couldn't help but crave his attention, but you knew that it would never be enough.
You tried to hold on to those moments of intimacy, hoping that they would fill the hole inside of you, but it was a losing battle.
Despite Mikey's attempts at comfort and reassurance, you couldn't escape the feeling of being alone.
The sound of the door closing behind him was a reminder...
It was like this every other night...
He'd show up unannounced and one thing would lead to another and we'd get carried away..
And after getting his way with me
he'd leave.
Pain ran through your body like lightning as you sat up from the bed.
You got up immediately, walking off to the bathroom to empty your bladder.
But as you sat on the toilet, tears running down your face, you couldn't help but think about him.
You couldn't admit it to yourself,
but you were falling for him. It scared you how quickly it had happened.
There brought memories of the other night before...
the moment when
you had accidentally said
"The L word" during sex.
Those damned horrifying words:
"I love you."
You had never meant it, not really,
but somehow it had slipped out in a moment of weakness and vulnerability.
"I didn't mean it."
I remember crying and repeated those words over and over to him.
But it didn't matter now.
He had left, becoming cold and distant towards you once again.
It was the same cycle that kept repeating over and over, leaving you confused and hurt, wondering what you had done wrong.
Despite the pain you felt, you couldn't help but admit to yourself that you were quickly falling for him.
It was a confusing feeling, one that left you feeling conflicted and unsure.
On one hand, you wanted to be with him, to be loved and cared for, but on the other hand, you knew that it wasn't right to feel that way.
It was a struggle, and you didn't know how to process those emotions.
But even in the midst of your inner turmoil, you knew that you had to remain strong and keep your emotions in check.
You learned not to be overly affectionate towards him, not to let him know just how much he meant to you. You knew that love was the only reason he was keeping you around, but you couldn't help but yearn for more.
You wanted him to express his feelings, to show you how much he cared,
but you knew that it was a futile effort.
He was too damaged, too guarded, too broken to be able to express his feelings in the way that you wanted.
So you were left in the middle, trapped in a cycle of mixed emotions and conflicting feelings.
You desperately wanted to be with him, to be loved, but you knew that it wasn't meant to be;
But you always came back to him.
Even though you were exhausted from the previous night, you knew you had a long day ahead of you, so you decided it would be best to start your day early by taking a shower.
...
In the comfort of your home office,
you were engrossed in the task at hand, methodically dialing numbers and meticulously sifting through paperwork that required your prompt attention before its looming deadline.
Despite the relaxed ambiance of your surroundings, you maintained a professional demeanor, clad in a sharp black suit, perfectly complemented
by a formal skirt.
As wisps of smoke from a leisurely smoked blunt danced around him,
you found himself lost in contemplation, gazing out the window, pondering the intricacies of the tasks ahead.
Abruptly,
Aki your diligent assistant, stepped into your office, bearing a substantial pile of mail neatly arranged in his hands.
With a nod of acknowledgment,
you accepted the bundle, feeling its weight settle into your palms.
As you carefully placed it on your desk, you noticed the varied sizes and shapes of the envelopes, each holding its own mystery and potential importance.
With a graceful motion, you delicately slid your fingers beneath the flap of the first envelope, the sharp contrast of your meticulously manicured nails against the paper's texture sending a faint shiver down your spine.
With practiced precision, you deftly tore away the stamp, revealing the contents within.
The soft rustle of paper filled the room as you extracted the letter, its crisp edges unfolding to reveal its message.
With keen attention to detail, you began to skim the contents, your eyes swiftly scanning the words as you absorbed the information contained within.
Each letter held its own significance, each sender vying for your attention amidst the sea of correspondence.
As you delved deeper into the pile,
a certain envelope catches your attention.
As you skimmed through the letter,
a sudden realization dawned upon you as you noticed the sender's address—your old childhood residence.
A wave of nostalgia swept over you, transporting you back to memories of carefree days and youthful moments.
Your eyes widened in surprise as you read the familiar name printed on the envelope: "Takemichi."
With a mixture of curiosity and fondness, you carefully tore open the envelope, revealing the contents within.
Your heart skipped a beat as you discovered it was a wedding invitation, the elegant script announcing the joyous union of Takemichi and Hinata.
A small, involuntary chuckle escaped your lips as you read the invitation,
the words resonating with a sense of happiness and amusement.
"About damn time that he
put a ring on it,"
your amusement tinged with affection for your old friend.
Despite the passage of time and the distance between you, you felt a surge of warmth knowing that he was doing well and embarking on this new chapter of his life.
Lost in contemplation, you allowed yourself to savor the moment, reflecting on the twists and turns of fate that had led you both to where you were now.
Placing the wedding invitation into the machine; you fed the documents into the hungry jaws of the paper shredder, the mechanical whirring filled the air, drowning out the noise of your thoughts momentarily.
Leaning back in your chair, you let out a heavy sigh, the smoke from your blunt swirling lazily around you, tendrils curling upwards like wisps of ethereal mist.
Each drag, you felt a temporary sense of calm wash over you, a fleeting escape from the chaos that had consumed your life.
But even as you sought solace in the haze of smoke, the reality of your situation loomed large in your mind.
The thought of facing your friends,
of explaining the unexplainable, sent a shiver down your spine.
How could you possibly re-enter their lives after disappearing without a trace?
The guilt weighed heavily on your conscience, a heavy burden that seemed impossible to shake.
Clutching your temple in frustration,
you felt the pounding rhythm of your heartbeat reverberating through your skull.
Each thud seemed to echo the growing sense of dread that threatened to consume you whole.
You were in too deep, caught in a web of lies and deception with no clear way out.As the ember at the end of your blunt glowed brightly with each drag, you couldn't help but feel a sense of resignation wash over you.
There was no going back, no undoing the choices you had made.
All you could do was continue forward, navigating the murky waters of your own making, one drag at a time.
As the unexpected knock echoed through the room, you lifted your gaze, the monotony in your voice betraying the irritation simmering beneath the surface.
"Come in,"
you muttered, your tone slightly irritated.
"And this better be important,"
you added, preempting any trivial interruptions.
"A new agenda has been added to your schedule,"
Aki informed, his eyes flickering between you and the tablet in his hand.
You let out a resigned sigh, bracing yourself for yet another intrusion on your already crowded agenda.
"Well, go on, enlighten me,"
you motioned for him to continue,
your patience wearing thin with each passing moment.
"Bonten's advisor has conducted a brief dinner to discuss an upcoming mission,"
Aki relayed, his voice tinged with a hint of apprehension.
"Another one, you say?"
you repeated, the weight of the words sinking in as you processed the implications of yet another mission thrust upon you by Bonten.
Aki nodded in confirmation.
...
You had an irritated expression etched on your face as you sat at the fancy, oversized restaurant table.
Surrounded by opulent décor and fancy cuisine, all in the lavish Haitani establishment, with its signature
black, red, and gold theme.
You knew there was no way you could cancel these plans; in this world, appearances were everything,
and missing an event hosted by the your peers would be a grave offense.
Yet another heist mission loomed
on the horizon, and the weight of it pressed down on your shoulders like a heavy burden.
Being part of this gang meant more than just sitting around and looking pretty; it meant risking your life,
playing dangerous games, and constantly dancing on the edge of disaster.
Each mission brought its own set of risks and challenges, and this one was no exception.
As the evening dragged on,
you couldn't shake the feeling of dread that settled in the pit of your stomach.
The clinking of glasses and the murmur of conversation around you faded into background noise as your thoughts spun in circles.
You knew you had to go through with it, for the sake of the gang, for the sake of survival. But deep down, you longed for a way out, a chance to break free from this life of crime and deception.
Yet, for now, you were trapped in this gilded cage, forced to play your part in a never-ending game of cat and mouse.
"[Name]."
A voice called out.
"[Name]?"
"[Name]!"
"What?"
You nonchalantly said before taking a bite of your salmon.
"You're familiar with the red light district, huh?"
Takeomi inquired.
"Yeah, and?"
You answered, your tone indifferent.
"There's this guy who owns this popular one located in the Philippines ."
"Philippines? Okay."
You dryly replied, uninterested,
poking at your food.
As other executives began to grow increasingly aware of your unusual behavior.
Rindou, known for his directness, placed his drink down firmly, his expression a mix of confusion and frustration.
"Okay, what the hell is up with you?"
he inquired, his tone cutting through the air like a knife.
"What are you getting at?"
You mumbled, swirling your champagne around.
Rindou leaned forward, his gaze piercing.
"This whole nonchalant persona! We're discussing business here, so the least you can do is act interested."
You leaned back in your chair, a slight smirk playing at the corner of your lips.
"Oh, but I don't have to," you replied coolly.
"All I need is the information.
I'll do my job and get any task done easily."
Your response seemed to
irk Rindou further.
"Oh, we know that but..."
Ran trailed off.
"You're acting like a bitch,"
Rindou deadpanned, finishing the rest of the sentence with blunt precision, so you narrow your eyes at him.
"Isn't she always?"
Takeomi cut in before taking
a puff of his cigarette,
a smirk dancing across his lips.
"I second that,"
Kokonoi chimed in,
leaning back in his chair, the jingle of his earrings adding to the tension in the room.
With a sudden surge of anger, you stood up, slamming both hands on the table next to Koko.
Despite your outburst, he remained unfazed, his expression unchanged.
"Okay, that's it!" you snapped,
your voice dripping with venom.
"You got something to say,
then say it to my face?!"
Your gaze flickered over to each individual executive.
The room fell silent,
tension thick in the air as everyone waited for the next move.
It was a showdown, a battle of wills between you and the other executives, each vying for dominance in this high-stakes game of power and control.
"Can you stop your yelling women—it's giving me a headache."
Hajime answered swirling
his wine around.
His dismissive comment about your voice only added fuel to the fire,
but you bit back the retort that threatened to spill from your lips.
You scoffed quietly to yourself at his remark.
"Oh please," you muttered under your breath, though the words held a hint of defiance.
"Sit down," Kakucho commanded,
and with a resigned sigh,
you took a seat, albeit reluctantly.
Kokonoi's eyes danced with amusement as he leaned forward slightly, his demeanor almost taunting.
"Come on, [Name], don't be so sensitive. We're just trying to keep it real here," he said, his tone casual but the underlying challenge unmistakable.
"No need to get worked up, We're all on the same team, right? Just trying to make sure we're all pulling our weight," Takeomi added, his tone almost playful despite the seriousness of the situation.
Their attempts to downplay the situation only served to fuel your frustration further.
With a deep breath, you forced yourself to calm down, steeling yourself for whatever came next in this high-stakes game of power.
Ran cleared his throat and placed his glass down, all eyes turned to him,
the room falling silent in anticipation of what he would say next.
"You do realize," he began,
his tone measured and firm,
"that anyone who doesn't prove useful to the boss or Bonten will be thrown off like scraps—You may have a lot of experience within the organization,
and you do play a big part in it, but you still should keep that in mind."
His reminder hung in the air, a stark reminder of the unforgiving nature of their world.
Your jaw clenched as you fought to keep your emotions in check,
your arms crossing defensively as you looked off to the side.
"I know,"
you answered coldly , the weight of his words settling heavily on your shoulders.
It was a bitter pill to swallow,
but you understood the harsh reality of their situation.
After finishing your glass, you scanned the room for the waiter, a sense of urgency in your movements.
"Aye! Waiter!"
you called out, your voice cutting through the air and startling the waitress nearby.
"I need 1 bottle of champagne now! And don't forget the ice, I want it crushed!"
you ordered firmly.
The waitress nodded quickly, clearly eager to fulfill your request, and scurried off to retrieve your order.
After what felt like an eternity,
she returned with the bottle of champagne, setting it down on the table before you.
Without hesitation, you grabbed it and began to pour yourself a glass,
the liquid sparkling in the dim light of the restaurant.
"All right, you motherfucka's
wanna talk business, get to it,"
you declared,
Your words punctuated by a swig of champagne as you leaned back in your chair, your demeanor unapologetically bold.
"There she is!"
Rindou exclaimed with his typical smirk, clearly amused by your no-nonsense attitude.
"Oh, shut it,"
you retorted, rolling your eyes.
Taking another sip of champagne, steeling yourself for the discussions that lay ahead.
It was time to get down to business.
...
Location:
Manila, Philippines
Manila, the bustling capital of the Philippines, is a vibrant metropolis teeming with energy and diversity.
From its historic landmarks like Intramuros and Rizal Park to its modern skyscrapers and shopping districts, Manila offers a mix of old-world charm and contemporary urban living.
The city's Red Light District, known for its nightlife and entertainment, pulses with activity well into the early hours of the morning.
Neon lights illuminate the streets as crowds flock to bars, clubs,
and karaoke joints, creating a lively atmosphere that never seems to sleep.
But amidst the hustle and bustle, there's an underlying sense of secrecy and intrigue.
For those like Bonten and yourself,
the Red Light District serves as more than just a playground; it's a hub for clandestine activities, where alliances are forged, and secrets are traded.
Here, you tread carefully, blending into the crowd while keeping a keen eye out for any signs of trouble or opportunity.
Your task to lay low and gather intel adds another layer of complexity to your experience in Manila.
And as you continue your mission in Manila's Red Light District, you know that every step you take brings you closer to unraveling its secrets and fulfilling your objectives.
As a receptionist in the Red Light District of Manila, your role was more than just greeting visitors and answering phones.
Behind your glasses and professional attire, you played a crucial role in the operations of the establishment.
Now, as you sat behind the desk,
you observed the ebb and flow of activity in the establishment.
During the quieter hours,
you handled administrative tasks with efficiency, keeping records of customers and their preferences discreetly.
However, as night fell and the district came alive, your responsibilities shifted.
Men would trickle in, seeking companionship and entertainment,
and it was your duty to cater to their desires.
With a calm demeanor, you provided them with options, subtly guiding their choices and facilitating their interactions with the workers.
In a world where discretion was paramount, you operated behind the scenes, ensuring that everything ran smoothly while maintaining a facade of professionalism.
As the door swung open,
a figure clad in business attire and topped with a fedora hat sauntered in, exuding an air of snobbish confidence.
Instantly, you recognized him as your main target,
Minato Watashi.
His presence in the Red Light District signaled a potential opportunity, and you mentally prepared to engage with him.
With practiced ease, you greeted him with a polite smile, though inwardly, your senses were on high alert.
When his gaze lingered on you, scanning you up and down.
"Woah, I would like to get a
night with you, gorgeous."
"I'm flattered, sir, but unfortunately,
I'm just the receptionist here,"
you replied, your tone laced with a hint of amusement.
"However, we do have a variety of lovely ladies who would be more than happy to accompany you for the evening."
Your words were carefully chosen, designed to deflect his advances while steering the conversation toward more suitable topics.
"Well I don't think you know who I am..."
You smiled to himself placing a hand upon his chest.
"Minato Watashi, I'm a man who gets whatever he pleases."
He arrogantly began boasting about his status, and etc.
"My apologies, but my answers remains, it goes against guidelines."
You answered, placing a hand on your face.
"Where's your manager?"
He questioned, slight irritation in his voice.
Leaning forward slightly,
you maintained eye contact, conveying both confidence and discretion.
"Our manager is currently unavailable-"
"I know the guy personally; if you could just get in touch with him, I'm sure he can make some changes and break some rules for my benefit."
Your heart quickened as you processed the unexpected turn of events.
With Minato Watashi waiting impatiently, you maintained your facade of calm professionalism, excusing yourself to attend to a supposed phone call.
Once out of earshot, you swiftly dialed Ran, your trusted ally, to relay the urgent situation.
"It's him, he wants the manager,"
you whispered urgently, your voice barely above a murmur as you sought guidance on how to proceed.
"Tell him he's busy!"
In the background, the unmistakable voice of Rindou crackled through the phone, his tone commanding and decisive.
Your breath caught in your throat as you absorbed the implications of Rindou's directive.
Whatever was unfolding on the other end of the line, it was clear that the situation had escalated far beyond your initial expectations.
"I can't, he's asking for services that I can't provide...that fucker is so firm about sleeping with me."
You whispered slightly irked.
"Just stall him, we can't lose him—
I'll send someone over later ."
Ran answered dismissively.
You roll your eyes,
"The hell am I supposed to do?
this wasn't apart of the agreement."
"Well I'm sure you'll figure it out,
Use that pretty
little head of yours, silver."
And with that the oldest
Haitani hung up.
You let out a subtle scoff at the nickname, Silver, but quickly composed yourself.
'Silver tongue my ass... wait pause..
that sounded wrong."
You ponder.
"My apologies for the wait,"
you turn back to your customer, voice maintaining a pleasant tone.
"He will be over shortly, but in the meantime, would you care to have a drink?"
Minato's smirk widened at your invitation.
"If it's not with you, I don't want it,"
he replied smoothly, his eyes lingering on you with a mixture of charm and arrogance.
Your smile remained fixed as you considered his proposal,
internally weighing the risks and benefits of further engaging with him.
"So what do ya say, pretty lady?"
He then looks around for a moment.
"I don't see any other customers coming in at the moment."
"I can't drink on the job,"
you explained, your smile faltering slightly as you spoke.
"But hey, I could call for a break and sit with you."
Minato nodded in agreement of
your offer,
"Lead the way, Mr. Watashi."
You say smoothly.
With a satisfied smirk, Minato rose from his seat, extending his arm towards you in a gallant gesture.
As you followed him to the bar,
your mind raced with possibilities, each step bringing you closer to your elusive target and the secrets he held.
As he launched into conversation about various spots in town he wanted to show you, you listened attentively,
all the while inwardly urging for any opportunity to gather intel or steer the conversation towards more fruitful topics.
However, as the conversation dragged on, you couldn't help but feel your interest waning.
Minato's observations didn't go unnoticed as he remarked,
"You haven't touched your drink."
With a forced smile, you picked up your glass and took a small sip, all the while calculating your next move.
Losing Minato at this crucial juncture would spell disaster for the mission and jeopardize the safety of your entire team.
You couldn't afford to let your guard down, not even for a moment.
To maintain appearances, you accepted the complementary snacks offered by Minato, taking a few bites while continuing the conversation.
Behind the facade of polite banter,
your mind raced with strategies and contingencies, determined to keep Minato engaged while extracting any valuable information that could further your objectives.
With every word exchanged and every bite of food consumed, you remained vigilant, acutely aware of the stakes at hand.
As the conversation dragged on, a sharp pain throbbed in your head, intensifying with each passing moment.
The room seemed to blur and spin around you, a disorienting sensation that left you struggling to maintain your composure.
"You okay, dear?"
Minato's voice cut through the haze, concern evident in his tone as he inquired.
In a moment of disorientation and agony, your words emerged slurred and laced with frustration.
"Fuck you,"
you managed to mumble out before your body succumbed to the overpowering effects of whatever substance had been surreptitiously slipped into your drink.
With a dark smirk curling his lips, Minato's eyes gleamed with triumph as he surveyed your limp unconscious form.
Without hesitation, he swiftly retrieved his phone, his fingers flying over the screen as he undoubtedly made arrangements or relayed information to his associates.
The realization dawned on you too late— the food and drink had been spiked, a calculated move to incapacitate you and compromise the mission.
As consciousness slipped away,
your mind raced with the implications of your vulnerability and the imminent threat posed by Minato and his allies.
"I've got the Akamaki bitch,"
lingered in the air, sending a shiver down my spine as the call abruptly ended.
My heart pounded with a mixture of dread and disbelief, realizing with a sinking feeling that I had fallen headlong into my own meticulously laid trap.
In the dimly lit room,
the side door creaked open ominously, revealing the imposing silhouettes of two towering men who strode purposefully toward me.
With a sense of surreal detachment,
I watched as one of them effortlessly hoisted my limp body onto his broad shoulders, my fingers twitching with a futile attempt to regain control of my hands.
How could I have been so foolish,
so blind to the intricate web of deceit that ensnared me?
Even the bartender, whom I had once regarded as an ally, had been complicit in this treacherous scheme.
'Damn it, I can't go down like this.'
With every fiber of my being, I clung to the flickering ember of hope that burned within me, resolved to reclaim control over my destiny and emerge from this harrowing ordeal stronger and wiser than before.
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