Title: Death Bill: Crimson Oath - Episode 1

Scene 1: Mission Briefing - Boss Lady Raiven’s Office

A lavish office, dimly lit with golden chandeliers. A massive screen displays intel files on their next target.

Raiven: "Congratulations. You all get to play dress-up. Again."

Yashiro: "If this is another ‘seduce the target’ mission, I’m out. Last time, I almost got auctioned off."

Seiran: "That was your fault for improvising."

Kenji: "I dunno, you did look pretty in that silk dress."

Alexier: "Please never bring that up again."

Raiven: "Relax, Yashiro. This time, you and Seiran are a married couple infiltrating a crime syndicate’s gala. Kenji and Alexier, you’re their ‘bodyguards.’ The target is Dominic Vasquez, a weapons dealer."

Yashiro (groans): "Great. Now I get to hold Seiran’s hand in public. What a dream come true."

Seiran: "Try not to embarrass yourself."

Scene 2: Getting Into Character - The Makeover

Cut to a private dressing room. Yashiro stares at himself in the mirror, adjusting his tie, looking uncharacteristically serious.

Seiran (leaning against the doorframe): "You don’t have to act like it’s a death sentence."

Yashiro (huffs): "I just don’t do the whole ‘refined’ thing."

Seiran: "No kidding. Try standing up straight for once."

Yashiro scowls but does as told, rolling his shoulders. Seiran steps forward, casually fixing the collar of his tux.

Seiran: "You’ll be fine. Just follow my lead."

Yashiro (grinning): "Oh? I thought I was the dominant one in this relationship."

Seiran: "You keep telling yourself that."

Scene 3: The Gala - Keeping Up the Act

A grand ballroom filled with high-profile criminals. Seiran and Yashiro enter, arms linked, exuding ‘wealthy power couple’ energy.

Yashiro (through gritted teeth): "I swear if you smirk one more time—"

Seiran: "Smile, dear. People are watching."

Kenji and Alexier watch from a distance, pretending to be bodyguards.

Kenji: "Look at them. So in sync. Almost makes me nostalgic."

Alexier: "For what? The time you ‘accidentally’ pushed me off a building?"

Kenji: "Accident is a strong word. You survived."

Back at the ballroom, Yashiro scans the room while whispering to Seiran.

Yashiro: "Two guards near the west exit, one at the stairs. You see the guy by the bar? Looks like a spotter."

Seiran: "Not bad. But you missed the one by the chandeliers. Sniper."

Yashiro tenses slightly before nodding.

Yashiro: "Alright, we do this clean. No unnecessary risks."

Seiran: "Agreed."

Scene 4: The Mission Goes Sideways

Yashiro and Seiran get close to Vasquez when suddenly, alarms blare. Someone has made them.

Vasquez: "I knew something was off about you two. A married couple who don’t even act like one? Amateur hour."

Yashiro: "You want us to act like a couple? Fine."

Without warning, Yashiro leans in close, voice low.

Yashiro: "Seiran, back me up."

Seiran exhales, his hand brushing against Yashiro’s waist as if it were second nature. The small action is enough to make Vasquez second-guess.

Vasquez: "Tch. I suppose I was mistaken—"

Before Vasquez can finish, Seiran smoothly draws a concealed dagger and presses it against Vasquez’s side.

Seiran (calmly): "You were."

Kenji watches from across the room, sipping his drink.

Kenji: "Well, that was smoother than expected. Maybe they won’t kill each other after all."

Alexier: "Give it five minutes."

The team's escape was anything but smooth, but they managed to make it out of the gala in one piece—barely. Now aboard the helicopter, the city lights shrank beneath them as they headed toward a secure extraction point.

Kenji leaned back, catching his breath. "Well, that was a mess. I swear, Raven’s gonna make us infiltrate a circus next."

Alexier, tending to a minor wound on his arm, shot him a glare. "If that happens, you’re wearing the clown suit."

Seiran sat in silence, his usual deadpan expression masking whatever he was thinking. Yashiro, however, was still riding the high of the mission. "You gotta admit, it was kinda fun."

Seiran finally spoke, his voice cold. "We barely made it out. That's not fun."

Yashiro smirked, nudging him lightly. "Come on, Seiranchi, don't be so gloomy. We pulled it off. And admit it—you kinda liked seeing me in a suit."

Seiran exhaled sharply, shaking his head. "You're impossible."

Meanwhile, Raven’s voice came through the comms. "Report."

Kenji sighed. "Mission complete, but Dario’s not dead. He’ll come back."

Raven was silent for a moment before responding. "Understood. We’ll deal with it when the time comes. For now, get back to base. Debriefing in the morning."

The team exchanged glances. They had won this round, but the game was far from over. And with Dario still breathing, they knew things were only going to get messier from here.

After a quick debrief and medical check-ups at the base, the team was given a temporary break before their next mission. Instead of returning to their individual estates, they opted to stay together in a newly secured penthouse—a temporary home where they could regroup, recover, and prepare for what was to come.

The penthouse was a modern masterpiece—floor-to-ceiling windows overlooked the glittering city, sleek leather furniture gave it a luxurious yet minimalist feel, and the faint hum of jazz music played from a hidden speaker system. It was the kind of place that screamed "elite," but for these assassins, it was just another temporary base.

Kenji flopped onto the oversized couch, stretching his arms. "Damn, this place is fancy. Almost feels like a honeymoon suite."

Alexier rolled his eyes. "Then sleep on the floor."

Yashiro grinned, throwing his arm around Seiran. "Ah, it’s just like a love nest, huh? All of us cozying up in one place."

Seiran shoved him off without a word and walked to the balcony, taking in the city skyline.

Kenji smirked and turned to Alexier with a teasing glint in his eyes. "Hmm, thinking about round two…"

Alexier froze, his face heating up instantly. "Oi, what the hell is running through your mind?"

Kenji leaned in slightly, almost whispering. "I mean, isn’t it still sore?"

Alexier’s entire face turned red before he reacted. "Yo wa mou shindeiru, senpai!"

Kenji grinned. "Nani?!"

Yashiro, watching the entire exchange, sighed dramatically. "Uhh, you two are so damn flirty right in my face. At least take it to a room."

Seiran muttered under his breath, still staring at the city. "Idiots."

Kenji laughed, throwing an arm around Alexier’s shoulder. "Relax, kid. You know you love me."

Alexier groaned, shoving him off. "I’m moving to another penthouse."

Kenji smirked. "Nah, you’re stuck with me."

As the playful chaos unfolded, Seiran proceeded to the kitchen, unfazed by the nonsense behind him. He poured himself a glass of water, his expression neutral as always.

Yashiro leaned on the counter, watching him. "You know, Seiranchi, aren’t you a little envious? Seeing those two act like newlyweds? Maybe it’s time you found someone too."

Seiran didn’t even glance at him. "Are you offering yourself?" he replied, completely nonchalant.

Yashiro blinked before breaking into a slow grin. "Oh? Is that an invitation?"

Seiran took a sip of water. "You overestimate your appeal."

Yashiro clutched his chest dramatically. "Oof. That was cold. But don’t worry, I like a challenge."

Seiran sighed, setting his glass down. "And yet you keep losing."

Kenji, overhearing from the couch, smirked. "Damn, Seiran, let him breathe."

Alexier chuckled. "Yashiro’s into pain, don’t encourage him."

Yashiro winked. "I mean, who isn’t?"

Seiran shook his head, walking away. "I need a vacation from all of you."

Kenji stretched. "Well, too bad. We’re all stuck together. So, what’s next? Another stupidly dangerous mission?"

Alexier crossed his arms. "Knowing Raven? Definitely."

For now, they had a moment to breathe. But they all knew—the calm never lasted long in their line of work.

Mission Briefing: Undercover Duo

Raven eyed the team as they sat in the dimly lit penthouse, the glow of the city casting long shadows. “Alright, listen up. You’ve had your break. Now it’s time for your next assignment.”

She tossed a folder onto the table. Seiran picked it up first, flipping through the pages with a blank expression.

Yashiro leaned over his shoulder, grinning. “Ohhh, what’s this? Another waiter gig? Or do we finally get to be mascots?”

Seiran sighed. “You talk too much.”

Raven cut in. “Not quite. This time, it’s a high-stakes black-market auction. Weapons, data leaks, stolen tech—you name it. And you two—” she pointed at Seiran and Yashiro, “—are going undercover as buyers.”

Kenji burst out laughing. “Oh, this is good. Yashiro in a tux? He’s gonna look like a con artist.”

Yashiro smirked. “Correction, I am a con artist.”

Seiran rolled his eyes. “And me?”

Raven’s lips twitched slightly. “You’ll be his bodyguard.”

Kenji whistled. “Oh damn. Seiran as a ‘bodyguard.’ You sure it’s not the other way around?”

Alexier smirked. “I’d pay to see that.”

Yashiro nudged Seiran. “Looks like you’ll have to keep me safe, Seiranchi. Think you can handle it?”

Seiran shot him a flat look. “Try not to die before I have to.”

Mission Night: Unexpected Tension

The auction was held in an underground luxury club—high-end suits, silk dresses, and security tighter than a government vault.

Seiran and Yashiro stepped through the doors, seamlessly blending in. Yashiro, dressed in an expensive tailored suit, exuded an effortless charm, while Seiran followed behind in a sleek all-black ensemble, every inch the intimidating bodyguard.

As they walked, Yashiro leaned in slightly, murmuring, “So, how do I look?”

Seiran didn’t even glance at him. “Like a bastard with too much money.”

Yashiro grinned. “Flattered.”

They made their way to the VIP section, where their target—a broker with deep connections in underground dealings—was seated.

Yashiro smoothly slipped into his role, ordering expensive wine and striking up casual conversation, while Seiran stood silently beside him, scanning the room.

Then, without warning, the broker’s gaze darkened. “I don’t recognize you,” he said, eyes narrowing. “And in this business, that’s a problem.”

Before Yashiro could respond, the man’s bodyguards moved in.

Seiran reacted instantly, stepping forward and gripping Yashiro’s shoulder firmly, his voice dropping into something ice-cold and dangerous. “Do you have a problem with my employer?”

The air shifted. The broker studied Seiran, noting the deadly calm in his eyes. He hesitated.

Yashiro smirked. “Relax, my friend. We’re just here to do business. No need for hostility.”

The broker exhaled slowly before waving his guards off. “Fine. Let’s talk.”

As soon as the tension eased, Yashiro turned to Seiran with a cocky grin. “Damn, Seiran. I almost thought you cared.”

Seiran clicked his tongue. “I was just doing my job.”

But he didn’t move his hand from Yashiro’s shoulder right away.

Yashiro’s grin softened just a fraction. “Yeah, sure. Keep telling yourself that.”

Aftermath: Small Moments

Back at the penthouse, Seiran leaned against the counter, pouring himself a glass of water.

Yashiro flopped onto the couch, stretching. “You know, you were kinda hot back there.”

Seiran didn’t react. “Don’t make it weird.”

Yashiro chuckled. “I’m serious. You really looked like you were ready to murder that guy for me. You sure you don’t have a soft spot?”

Seiran finally looked at him, expression unreadable. “You talk too much.”

Yashiro smirked but didn’t push further. Instead, he simply muttered, “Thanks, though.”

Seiran didn’t respond. But as he turned away, Yashiro swore he saw the ghost of a smirk on his llips

Auction Chaos: The Plan Goes Sideways

The deal was supposed to be simple—blend in, gather intel, and leave unnoticed. But, of course, things never go as planned.

Kenji’s voice crackled through their hidden earpieces. “Hey, lovebirds, how’s the auction going? Did Seiran confess his undying loyalty yet?”

Yashiro smirked. “Nah, but he did save me from a bullet with his death glare.”

Seiran sighed. “Shut up.”

Before Kenji could make another joke, Raven’s sharp voice cut in. “Focus. We have a problem.”

From their vantage point, Alexier and Kenji had been watching from a rooftop across the street. The security feeds they tapped into showed armed mercenaries infiltrating the venue—hired guns looking for something or someone.

Raven continued, “New players in the game. Not ours. Be ready to adapt.”

Seiran’s grip on his concealed weapon tightened. “So much for a quiet night.”

Yashiro exhaled, a grin creeping onto his lips. “Well, let’s make it fun.”

Title: Shadows of the Past & Present

Scene: Years Before Joining the Team

The neon-lit skyline of the city buzzed with life, but in the shadows, deals were made, alliances forged, and betrayals whispered like secrets in the wind.

A young Seiran walked through the underground corridors of a high-rise, his sharp eyes scanning every corner. His tailored suit barely hid the weight of the decisions he had to make daily. He wasn't always a part of the Del Tiero circle—before that, he had been someone else's pawn.

Fuyuki, a man of calculated grace, leaned against the railing of the balcony overlooking the city. His silver-rimmed glasses caught the dim light, obscuring the intent in his eyes.

Fuyuki: "You're late, Seiran. You know I don't tolerate tardiness."

Seiran: smirking "And yet, here you are, still waiting. So maybe you do."

Fuyuki's lips curled into a smirk of his own. "Still sharp-tongued, I see. That’s what makes you valuable. But don’t forget, sharp things tend to break when applied with enough force."

Seiran crossed his arms, unbothered. "If you called me here just to give me poetic warnings, I might as well leave."

Fuyuki chuckled, stepping closer. "No, I called you because there's a job. A high-stakes one. You know what happens to those who fail me."

Seiran’s expression darkened. He knew exactly what Fuyuki meant—he had seen it firsthand.

Flashback: Seiran’s First Kill

Years ago, Fuyuki had taken Seiran under his wing, not as a mentor, but as an owner of a prized tool. Seiran had no choice but to obey. His first kill had been brutal—an undercover informant who got too close to unraveling Fuyuki’s operations. The moment his blade met the target’s throat, something inside him cracked, but Fuyuki had merely patted his shoulder with satisfaction. "You did well."

The memories still clung to him, ghosts that never left.

Present:

Seiran exhaled. "What’s the job?"

Fuyuki handed him a dossier. "Your ticket out. One last job, and you’re free from my leash."

The words should have brought relief. Instead, they tasted like poison.

Scene: Present Day – Team's New Penthouse

After their long and grueling mission, the elite assassins finally had a moment to breathe. Their new penthouse was luxurious, but none of them were here for comfort—they were here for strategy and survival.

Kenji sprawled across the couch, an arm lazily draped over his face. "I swear, Raven's gonna send us to a mascot convention next. Undercover assassin mascot edition."

Alexier scoffed, crossing his arms. "You ain’t funny."

Yashiro stretched, cracking his knuckles. "I don’t know, it does seem like Raven's getting more creative. First cocktail waiters, now what? Clowns?" He glanced at Seiran with a smirk. "Hey, Seiranchi, wanna hear a joke?"

Seiran, deadpan, turned to him. "Am I a joke to you?"

Yashiro put his hands up in mock surrender. "Damn, chill, I was just trying to lighten the mood."

Kenji grinned, turning his attention to Alexier. "So, Alexier, what do you say we do another ‘round’—"

Alexier’s face instantly burned red as he smacked Kenji away. "Oi! What’s running through that twisted head of yours?!"

Kenji chuckled, leaning in closer. "Still sore?"

Alexier sputtered before hitting him again, much to Yashiro's amusement.

Yashiro sighed dramatically. "Ugh, you two are so damn flirty right in front of my face. Have some decency."

Seiran walked toward the kitchen, ignoring the chaos behind him. Yashiro trailed after him with a smirk.

"Seiranchi, doesn’t it ever bother you? Seeing these two act like newlyweds? Maybe it’s time you found someone."

Seiran, still nonchalant, grabbed a glass of water. "Are you offering yourself?"

Yashiro blinked before grinning. "Oho, now that was unexpected."

Kenji called from the couch. "Oi, lovebirds, don’t start something you can’t finish."

Seiran rolled his eyes, while Yashiro just laughed.

Episode 3: Ghosts of the Past

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The Vault Showdown

The underground vault was a labyrinth of reinforced steel and biometric locks. The air was thick with tension as Seiran and Yashiro moved in silence, their steps synchronized. The dim lighting cast long shadows, making the place feel eerily deserted—except for the faint sound of footsteps ahead.

Seiran’s grip on his weapon tightened. Yashiro could tell—this wasn’t just a mission anymore.

“Seiran,” Yashiro murmured. “Take a breath.”

Seiran didn’t answer. He was already locking onto the figure at the end of the corridor—

Fuyuki Kaito.

The man who betrayed Seiran, left him for dead, and sold out everything they once stood for.

Fuyuki smirked as he turned to face them, dressed in a sharp black suit, a custom pistol in hand. Calm. Arrogant. Untouched by the years.

“Well, well,” Fuyuki drawled. “I was wondering when we’d run into each other again.”

Seiran raised his gun instantly, but Yashiro grabbed his wrist. “Not yet,” he whispered. “Make it count.”

Fuyuki chuckled. “Oh? You’re keeping him on a leash now?” His eyes flicked to Yashiro. “That’s adorable.”

Yashiro grinned. “I know, right? He’s a handful, but I manage.”

Seiran: “Shut up.”

Fuyuki tilted his head. “Still full of anger. Good. I was afraid you’d gone soft.”

Yashiro whispered, “Seiran, he’s stalling.”

Seiran knew it too. But he didn’t care.

“Enough,” he growled. “I’m ending this.”

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The Fight Begins

Seiran charged first, fast and ruthless. Fuyuki dodged, countering with a precise shot—but Seiran was faster.

BANG!

The bullet barely grazed him as he closed the distance, swinging his blade. Fuyuki ducked, twisting away at the last second.

Yashiro sighed dramatically. “You two wanna slow down? I just did my nails.”

Fuyuki smirked. “Still playing babysitter?”

Yashiro fired a shot mid-sentence. Fuyuki barely dodged.

“I babysit no one,” Yashiro grinned. “I just really hate your face.”

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Meanwhile, Kenji & Alexier (Rooftop Team)

Kenji: “Wanna place bets on who dies first?”

Alexier: “Just cover them.”

Kenji: “Ugh, so serious. Fine. But if Seiran doesn’t at least break Fuyuki’s nose, I’m demanding a refund.”

Alexier: “Refund on what?”

Kenji: “The emotional investment, babe.”

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Seiran’s Rage Unleashed

Seiran caught Fuyuki’s arm, twisting it violently. Fuyuki gritted his teeth as Seiran slammed him into the wall.

Fuyuki chuckled, even through the pain. “You really do want me dead.”

Seiran’s voice was low, dangerous. “You have no idea.”

He pressed his gun under Fuyuki’s chin—

But then—

“Seiran, move!”

Yashiro’s warning came just as Fuyuki kicked forward, sending Seiran crashing backward.

In one smooth motion, Fuyuki grabbed a smoke grenade and detonated it—

The room filled with thick fog.

By the time it cleared—Fuyuki was gone.

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The Aftermath

Seiran stood there, fists clenched, breathing hard.

Yashiro exhaled. “Well. That was dramatic.”

Seiran didn’t move.

Yashiro nudged him. “Hey. We’ll get him.”

Seiran finally spoke, voice raw. “This isn’t over.”

Yashiro smirked, looping an arm around Seiran’s shoulder. “Good. Because I wasn’t done insulting him.”

Seiran sighed. “Get off me.”

Yashiro: “Never.”

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To Be Continued…