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Kakucho Hitto had enough of the circus the night had turned into and slammed both fists down onto the table. The glasses on it shook with the force of his agitation. "I don't need to remind you that we are here tonight for a job.....to kidnap traitors.", he hissed the last part through his teeth turning to Akashi on his left, "We are not here to deal with your fucking family drama and most certainly not here to babysit your sister and her friends. Why the fuck would you invite them into our section?! We haven't even located Kimura or Mori; the two people we need in the section! I am up to here wi..."

Rindou was quick to cut off the top dog before the vein on forehead popped, "They're over by bar...ugh.....can we all just relax? Actin' like we don't always have shit under control." Indifference coated his words as he reached for the pack of smokes he had in his pocket. Kakucho closed his slack jaw and swiveled just enough to scan the bar. He was about to speak up again when Ran followed his brothers lead, "We're in Roppongi gentlemen, no one is coming in this club without the Haitani's knowing." He picked up both arms, folding his hands behind his head to pose triumphantly. No one caught Rindou roll his eyes at his brother. They were all peeking towards the bar top. Sure enough their targets were there, dressed in their best and laughing with a bartender. Sanzu's expression darkened, but his half-lidded eyes sparkled. Enjoy those drinks, you'll be nothing but bones by the morning.

It was one headache on top of another for Takeomi tonight. He rubbed between his eyes and sighed deeply, "Why wouldn't the two of you mention this earlier?" He only raised his eyes towards the brothers, shook his head, shrugged his shoulders. His body language read what the fuck. He waited for their answer. "Had to set some things in motion. Unlike Mad Dog here," Rindou tilted his head towards Sanzu, "I like to plan first, act second." He folded his arms across his chest and eyed the others at the table, seeing if anyone else had something to say. Koko vocalized, addressing the elephant in the room, "What are we going to do about them?" The three girls had just approached Bonten's section.

This was a conversation strictly for the Akashi siblings to have and the older brother was quick to demonstrate authority. He pivoted his body towards the three standing at the end of the table. He began tapping his cigarette off its surface, packing the tobacco down. "You have two options here Senju: you give me those IDs, get your ass home, and you're cut off for a month or", he only moved his eyes up to make sure each one of them was paying attention, "you three do me a favor."

Senju couldn't help that her inner brat came out; she was more than aware of what her brother did for a living. Under these circumstances she knew whatever the favor was it would pull both her friends underground with her. A quick stomp of her foot and hands on her hips she huffed blowing white blonde hair out of her eye. She didn't really have a choice – choice A wasn't trustworthy. This went beyond just going home and not getting shopping money for a month. Omi would cut her off from groceries, school lunch, hot water, anything she needed to get by. His punishment would be cutting off her supplies and psychological warfare for a month straight.

Senju threw both hands up in defeat, "What do you need us to do Omi?" The older brother looked pleased with her answer, "See those two guys down by bar, in the obnoxious flashy shirts?" The girls almost in sync looked to find the men. Y/n couldn't help but think, this feels like a sketchy ass game of Where's Waldo. Landing on the pair Akashi had mentioned Senju turned her focus back on her brother, "Yeah? And what about them?"

"The three of you are going to get the two of them to join us all tonight. They work for us so they'll agree. Then it will be up to at least two of you to keep them entertained long enough for ALL of us to get back to the Bonten estate tonight."

Bonten, Y/n had heard that name far too many times recently. They're some gang of delinquents that are rising in power and terrorizing the underground world of Tokyo. Concerned neighbors to classmates talked about them. There are plenty of "bad boys" in school, guys that had been in gangs or still are. But there's a difference between childhood beef and adult violence. These boys probably lean closer to the latter. So this is what Omi does for a living, professional criminal. All the men at this table are part of it. What did my night just turn into?

Ugh, Senju agreed so got to see this through I guess.

"That's not going to work Omi," Senju laughed, "I mean seriously giving them attention and, and" Akashi wasn't having it. "We," he circled his pointer finger around indicating he meant those seated in the booth, "need them in this section. You," he then aimed his finger at the three of them, "need to do me a favor if you want to get out of lying and sneaking around tonight. So I suggest you go sit in that booth and figure out how you're going to make this work." He pointed to the empty booth next to the one they were currently in. "By the way, your plan doesn't include letting them know we need them. Keep that part a surprise." His alligator smile let the girls know they were dismissed.

Senju once again threw her hands up in defeat but instead of letting them fall to her sides she grabbed hold of each friend. Directing them towards the empty booth. Staff usually left this section empty to give Bonten privacy, space from other patrons. Nami and Senju sat on the left side cushions, Y/n on the right. They huddled, leaning in close enough to whisper and began discussion.

Alright, alright so she's right next to me. Well almost. Just one section over. Sanzu watched the girls sit but brought his attention back to the other men at the table. Just gotta play this smoothly; I know what women want, what they like, the Bonten groupies fucking love me. Y/n will be wrapped around my finger by the end of the night. Haruchiyo had spent plenty of years sitting back and shutting up. He observed, investigated, and held back. Once Bonten formed he perfected multitasking. Observing and acting. Waiting for the right moment and striking. Not always long-term planning but firing on all cylinders and making the right call. He would be looked at as a threat, not just a fly on the wall. He was number two under Mikey's order for a reason.

Accumulative power made him boisterous; the last five years of his life starting at the disbandment of Toman had given Haruchiyo the chance to embrace an eccentric personality. Alright first things first get her attention, when was the last time I ever even had to approach a woman first? Ha. Yeah, she'll come to me. Sanzu stretched out both arms in grandeur and loudly exclaimed, "Come on boys, take a shot with me huh? Someone get shot glasses over heeere." The waiter from earlier was quick to approach, "Of course sir I'll have those right over for you." Sanzu got up from his seat, and made his way around the table centering the men. Clapping his hands, slapping the others on the back, or shaking their shoulders. "Let's get pumped gentlemen, we have quite the night ahead of us!"

The tension caused by Akashi's 'personal issues' had dissipated. With the second in command amped to not only take on the job but have fun doing it got the other executives buzzing with testosterone and adrenaline . Sanzu got sick pleasure ridding Bonten of traitors; but all the men thoroughly enjoyed the spectacle. They got to destroy anyone that tried to destroy them, and it felt good. Each of them took a shot of their preferred liquor and the mood was high spirited. What at first seemed like a serious business meeting had turned into a group of young men up on their feet: ready to get hammered and have fun. It was quite believable but only half true.

Takeomi's positive temperament faltered when Y/n approached their section. "I need some cash." She had a straight face, but her tone held back distaste. She held out her dominant hand.

He looked down at the hand and couldn't help but boast out laughing. "No way, HA! Nooo waaay, get outta my face with that." Y/n rolled her eyes and was about to explain when a handsome guy not much older than her spoke up, "How much money you need baby?"

She shared her gaze with him, taking in his lean build, dark eyes, and half shaved hair. She couldn't help but notice the rather large stack of money he had folded in his hand.

"Right now, I just need enough to get a drink at the bar." He waved her over to him as he counted out some bills. He looked down at her with an arrogant smile, putting the money in her hand. "Thank you....?" "Kokonoi Hajime, but you, angel, can just call me Koko."

"Well then thank you Koko." Y/n said with a giggle and tilted her head down in a small bow. Koko looked towards a defeated Akashi and stuck his tongue out cynically. Y/n turned to leave the section. To execute the girls' plan. She walked by the right side of the table, glanced quick at Sanzu before sliding by him and heading towards the bar. Those damned blue eyes. I usually don't talk to guys first, but I might make an exception.