Blue incident

Day Three: The Deep Blue Incident

After the chaos of the previous day’s games, the group decided to take it easy—or so they thought.

They rented a boat for some deep-sea fishing and diving. Kenji and Alexier were busy arguing over who could catch the biggest fish. Meanwhile, Yashiro—bored—challenged Seiran to go snorkeling with him.

Yashiro: “Come on, Seiranchi, live a little. Or are you scared of the ocean?”

Seiran: (deadpan) “I just don’t trust you not to drown us both.”

Yashiro: (grinning) “Fair, but I promise I’ll only drown myself.”

Rolling his eyes, Seiran put on the gear, and they dove in. The water was crystal clear, the sunlight piercing through the waves, illuminating schools of colorful fish. It was peaceful—almost too peaceful.

Until Yashiro, being Yashiro, decided to poke at a small reef shark swimming nearby.

Seiran: (through his snorkel) “What the hell are you doing?”

Yashiro: (grinning underwater, making hand gestures) “Look! It’s tiny, it won’t bite!”

Turns out, it would bite. And it had friends.

A sudden strong current rolled in, pushing them off course. Yashiro, distracted by his own stupidity, got swept away fast. Seiran, seeing this, cursed and immediately swam after him, but the current was too strong.

From the boat, Alexier and Kenji noticed the disturbance.

Kenji: “Why do I feel like those two just got themselves into trouble?”

Alexier: (already moving) “Because they did—GET THE ROPE!”

Meanwhile, underwater—

Yashiro: (struggling against the current, starting to panic) “Well, sht—”*

Before he could sink further, Seiran grabbed his wrist.

Seiran: (muffled through the snorkel, but clearly pissed) “Stop moving, idiot.”

Even in the water, Yashiro could tell Seiran was annoyed, but his grip was strong—steady. He wasn't about to let go.

Seiran used all his strength to swim upward, dragging Yashiro with him. But the current kept pulling them deeper. Yashiro’s lungs burned, his vision blurring—until suddenly, he felt a sharp pull from above.

Kenji and Alexier had thrown a lifeline, yanking them out of the water just in time. They collapsed onto the deck, both coughing and gasping for air.

Kenji: (hands on hips, smirking) “You two really can’t survive one peaceful day, huh?”

Alexier: (looking between them) “You good?”

Yashiro, still dazed, turned his head to Seiran—who was lying beside him, soaking wet, breathing hard. He could feel Seiran’s grip still faintly lingering on his wrist.

Seiran: (glancing at him, muttering) “Next time, drown properly.”

Yashiro: (laughing breathlessly) “Damn, you do care, huh?”

Seiran: (closing his eyes, too exhausted to argue) “Shut up.”

Yashiro didn’t press further. But as the boat headed back, he found himself glancing at Seiran more than usual, replaying that moment in his head—the way Seiran had grabbed him without hesitation.

Maybe, just maybe, there was something there

[Scene: Beach House Kitchen – Late Morning]

Seiran, as usual, was up early, preparing breakfast like a responsible adult. His knife skills were impeccable, slicing vegetables with sharp precision. The aroma of freshly cooked rice, eggs, and grilled fish filled the kitchen.

Yashiro, on the other hand, had just woken up, shirtless, messy-haired, and looking very much like a man with absolutely no intention of helping. He leaned lazily against the kitchen counter, smirking as he watched Seiran work.

Then, a very dangerous thought popped into Yashiro’s head.

"Hmmm… Imagine Seiran in just an apron…"

The mental image hit him like a truck. Seiran, toned and refined, wearing nothing but a loose apron tied around his waist, moving gracefully as he cooked. Yashiro nearly choked on air.

His smirk widened, and he muttered under his breath, “Damn, Seiranchi, if you dressed like that in the kitchen, I’d never skip breakfast again.”

Seiran froze mid-slice. Slowly, very slowly, he turned his head, his dark eyes carrying the weight of impending doom.

“…What?”

Yashiro, realizing he might have actually said that out loud, coughed and put on his best innocent face. “Uh, nothing! Just, uh, appreciating your cooking skills.”

Seiran narrowed his eyes. Then, in one swift motion, he flicked a raw egg straight at Yashiro’s forehead. SPLAT!

“GAH—!!” Yashiro stumbled back, now sporting an egg facial.

Seiran smirked. “Looks like breakfast is on you now.”

Still dazed, Yashiro wiped the egg off his face. “You’re so damn cruel, Seiranchi.”

“Better than whatever weird fantasies you were cooking up,” Seiran deadpanned before returning to slicing vegetables like nothing happened.

Yashiro just grinned. “Oh, so you know you’d look good in an apron, huh?”

Seiran exhaled sharply, clearly regretting his life choices.

Here’s a fun and flirty scene for Yashiro and Seiran’s "cooking disaster" moment!

Oh, this is gonna be legendary! 🤣🔥

Imagine this:

Yashiro, still grinning like a mischievous fox, is lost in his "Seiran-in-an-apron-only" fantasy when suddenly—

Kenji and Alexier BURST into the kitchen.

Kenji: "Ohoho~ What do we have here? Yashiro, you sly dog, fantasizing about Seiran in an apron? Bold move, my guy." 😏

Alexier: "Wait—what kind of apron are we talking about??" 🤨

Seiran, holding a kitchen knife, dark aura activated: "…Yashiro, explain. Now." 😐🔪

Yashiro, internally: "I'M GONNA DIE." 😱💀

Kenji: "No, no, don’t kill him yet! First, let’s make the fantasy come true!" 🤣

Cue fast-forward scene where Seiran, completely done with life, is actually wearing an apron (over his normal clothes, thank God) while Kenji and Yashiro collapse in laughter.

Seiran: "I hate all of you." 😤

Alexier: "This is the best vacation ever." 😆

HAHA I KNEW IT!! 🤣🔥

Alright, let's escalate this. 😏

Later that night…

Seiran, still grumpy from the whole apron incident, decides to take a nice, relaxing bath in the open-air hot spring near their cottage. Finally, some peace—

BUT THEN—

BOOM! Yashiro trips and falls straight into the hot spring—RIGHT ONTO SEIRAN. 💦🔥

Yashiro: "WHOA—" SPLASH! 🌊💥

Seiran: "WHAT THE FU—YASHIRO?!" 😳

Yashiro, drenched, blinks up at Seiran, who's now way too close for comfort.

Yashiro: "Well, well, Seiranchi… this position is kinda—" 😏

Seiran: "SAY ONE MORE WORD AND I’LL DROWN YOU." 😤🔥

Meanwhile, Alexier & Kenji, who just arrived:

Kenji: "Ohhh~? A little midnight rendezvous?" 😏

Alexier: "Tch. Why is it always the hot spring where things get spicy?" 😒

Seiran: "GET OUT!!" 😡💥

Cue Yashiro laughing while running for his life. 🤣🔥

As Seiran chases Yashiro, fueled by pure rage…

Seiran: “GET BACK HERE, YOU DEAD MAN WALKING!”

Yashiro: “Come on, Seiranchi! Admit it! You’d totally rock that apron!”

Yashiro dodges, but his foot slips on the wet kitchen floor—

Yashiro: “Oh sh—”

Seiran: “Huh?”

CRASH!

The two go tumbling down—except Seiran’s weight ends up on top of Yashiro, their faces barely inches apart.

Yashiro: “Well, well, well… isn't this romantic?” grins

Seiran: (brain error 404, rebooting…)

Seiran: “D—do you wanna die?!” (face completely red)

Before Yashiro can respond—

Kenji: “OH MY GOD, ALEX! YOU OWE ME 500 BUCKS!”

Alexier: “…Not yet. Let’s see if Seiran actually punches him first.”

Seiran: (raising fist) “YOU'RE BOTH DEAD!

After their kitchen "accident," Seiran storms off to take a shower, grumbling about "idiotic teammates who need to be strangled."

Meanwhile…

Yashiro, still laughing, leans back on the couch. "Man, that was hilarious. I should mess with him more often—"

Kenji: "Careful, dude. You push him too far, and he might actually kill you in your sleep."

Alexier: "Or worse… cut your food portions."

Yashiro: "Tch. He wouldn't—"

SUDDENLY—

Seiran steps out of the bathroom, drying his hair with a towel, completely unaware that the second towel around his waist is…

…barely hanging on for dear life.

Cue slow-motion moment.

Yashiro (blinking): “…Nice legs.”

Kenji (whistling): “Damn. Seiranchi, didn’t know you had the assets too.”

Alexier (sipping his drink, unbothered): “Hmm. No tan lines.”

Seiran (still clueless): “What are you idiots—”

Then it happens.

The towel. Slips.

COMPLETE. SILENCE.

Yashiro’s brain: (SYSTEM CRASH. REBOOT FAILED.)

Kenji: (CHOKES ON HIS DRINK.)

Alexier: (COVERS HIS EYES, SLOWLY TURNS AROUND.)

Seiran: (ABSOLUTE HORROR, EYES WIDE.)

Seiran: "H-HOLY—" GRABS ANYTHING TO COVER HIMSELF—WHICH HAPPENS TO BE A TINY HAND TOWEL.

Cue absolute CHAOS.

Yashiro (face red, covering his eyes but still peeking): "WELL, THAT ESCALATED QUICKLY—"

Seiran (screaming, throws a shampoo bottle at him): "GET OUT. GET OUT. ALL OF YOU!!"

Kenji (rolling on the floor, laughing): "I—I CAN’T BREATHE—"

Alexier (deadpan, walking away): "I didn’t see anything. I respect my teammate’s privacy."

Meanwhile, outside the house—

Raven (hearing the commotion, sipping coffee): “Ah. Another normal day.”

Mission Setup: The Underground Auction & The Ghost from Alexier’s Past

Scene Opening: Raven’s Briefing

The team gathers in Raven’s penthouse, the atmosphere tense. A large screen displays footage of an exclusive underground auction, where illegal deals, assassinations, and power plays unfold in the shadows of the criminal underworld.

Raven: "This is bigger than our usual targets. The syndicate running this auction controls half the city's black market. Our job? Infiltrate, locate the dealmaker, and eliminate him before the auction ends. Clean and quiet."

Kenji leans back, smirking. "Tch. ‘Clean and quiet?’ Not really our style, old man."

Raven: "That’s why I’m sending you, Kenji. You’ll blend right in."

Seiran (grinning): "What, as the entertainment?"

Kenji flips him off, making Yashiro chuckle. Alexier remains quiet, staring at the screen. His expression hardens when a name appears on the list—"Renzo Vale", the man running the auction.

Alexier (whispering): "No way…"

Flashback: Alexier’s High School Nightmare

Renzo Vale. Once the school’s worst delinquent, now a powerful underworld figure. Back then, Renzo had everything Alexier didn’t—a rough upbringing, a violent reputation, and a need to crush anything ‘perfect.’

He humiliated Alexier in front of the entire school, making sure no one respected him.

Physical bullying—cornering Alexier after school, breaking his things, and once even forcing him to kneel in the rain while they laughed.

Psychological torment—spreading rumors, ensuring Alexier had no friends, calling him a coward for never fighting back.

The worst part? Alexier never told his family, carrying the pain alone.

But now, Renzo wasn’t just a bully anymore. He was a syndicate leader with power, money, and a personal grudge.

Back to Reality: The Mission Begins

Alexier grips his fists, his nails digging into his palm.

Kenji (noticing): "Oi, what’s up with you?"

Alexier breathes out slowly. "Nothing. Let’s move."

As they prepare, Alexier knows this mission won’t be just another job. This is revenge coming full circle. And this time… he’s not the helpless boy from the past.

Mission Setup: The Underground Auction & The Ghost from Alexier’s Past

Scene Opening: Raven’s Briefing

Raven (crossing her arms): "This isn’t just any mission. The syndicate running this auction controls half the city’s black market. Our job? Infiltrate, locate the dealmaker, and eliminate him before the auction ends. Clean and quiet."

Kenji leans back, smirking. "Tch. ‘Clean and quiet?’ Since when has that ever worked for us?"

Seiran (grinning): "What, are we blending in as waiters this time?"

Yashiro (snickering): "Or male escorts? Kenji would fit right in."

Kenji flips them both off. "Laugh it up, idiots."

Alexier remains quiet, staring at the screen. His expression hardens when a name appears on the list—"Renzo Vale", the man running the auction.

Alexier (whispering): "No way…"

Flashback: Alexier’s High School Nightmare

He humiliated Alexier in front of the entire school, making sure no one respected him.

Physical bullying—cornering Alexier after school, breaking his things, and once even forcing him to kneel in the rain while they laughed.

Psychological torment—spreading rumors, ensuring Alexier had no friends, calling him a coward for never fighting back.

The worst part? Alexier never told his family, carrying the pain alone.

But now, Renzo wasn’t just a bully anymore. He was a syndicate leader with power, money, and a personal grudge.

Back to Reality: The Mission Begins

Alexier grips his fists, his nails digging into his palm.

Kenji (noticing): "Oi, what’s up with you?"

Alexier breathes out slowly. "Nothing. Let’s move."

Raven eyes him for a moment but says nothing. Instead, she hands them invitation cards.

Raven (smirking): "You’ll be undercover for this one. Welcome to the masquerade, gentlemen. Try not to get yourselves killed."

As they prepare, Alexier knows this mission won’t be just another job. This is revenge coming full circle. And this time… he’s not the helples

Mission Begins: The Masquerade Auction

Scene: The Grand Ballroom – Underground Syndicate Auction

A lavish masquerade gala unfolds inside a high-security underground venue. High-profile criminals, warlords, and corrupt elites wear elegant masks, hiding their identities while making black-market deals.

Alexier, Kenji, Seiran, and Yashiro blend into the crowd, dressed in sleek suits and intricate masks. Their mission: Locate and eliminate Renzo Vale before he finalizes an arms deal.

Kenji walks beside Alexier, subtly observing his tension. He knows Alexier too well.

Kenji (whispering, smirking): "Oi, don’t tell me you’re thinking of running away from a fight, Alex."

Alexier scoffs, adjusting his mask. "I’m not that kid anymore, Kenji."

Kenji leans in, voice dropping to something more serious. "I know. But don’t let your past mess with your aim. We finish the job and leave, understood?"

Alexier meets Kenji’s gaze, his grip tightening on the wine glass in his hand. "Understood."

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Target Sighted: Renzo Vale

The crowd parts as Renzo Vale arrives—dressed in a luxurious black suit, his signature wolf-mask gleaming under the chandelier lights. He laughs with powerful criminals, completely unaware that his past victim is standing in the same room, watching him like a predator.

Alexier’s fingers twitch. Memories flood back. The laughter. The humiliation. The pain.

But now, the tables have turned.

Kenji nudges him, sensing the shift in his aura. "Steady."

Raven’s voice crackles through their hidden earpieces. "Stick to the plan, boys. No reckless moves."

Alexier exhales, controlling his emotions. "Copy that."

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The Twist: Renzo Remembers

As the team maneuvers through the ballroom, something unexpected happens—Renzo suddenly turns, eyes locking onto Alexier. Even with the mask, there’s a flicker of recognition.

Renzo (muttering, intrigued): "No way… you?"

For a brief second, Alexier wonders if he’ll deny it.

But instead, he smirks.

Alexier (calm, confident): "Long time no see, Renzo."

Renzo’s smirk widens into something darker, twisted with amusement.

Renzo: "Well, well, well. The perfect little Del Tiero boy survived after all."

Kenji immediately shifts closer, ready to react. But Alexier raises a hand, stopping him.

This is his fight.

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Action Breaks Out: The Ballroom Battle

Before Renzo can make a move, the power in the building flickers. The moment of distraction is all they need.

Kenji, Yashiro, and Seiran strike. The ballroom erupts into chaos—gunfire, broken glasses, screams.

Alexier lunges for Renzo. The past doesn’t matter anymore—he’s here to finish this.

The Ballroom Turns Into a Battlefield

Gunfire and chaos erupt around them. Yashiro and Seiran engage enemy guards, while Kenji expertly weaves through the fight, covering their flanks. Chandeliers shatter, tables flip, and masked elites scream as the auction descends into madness.

But Alexier only sees one thing—Renzo.

Renzo grins, unshaken, and slowly removes his wolf mask. His sharp eyes gleam with cruel amusement.

Renzo (mocking): "No assassins to fight for you this time, Alexier? Just you and me?"

Alexier coldly tosses his gun aside. The mission was to kill Renzo, but this isn’t about orders anymore.

This is personal.

Renzo laughs, stepping closer. He unbuttons his coat and tosses it aside, revealing a sheathed combat knife strapped to his belt.

Renzo: "Hah. You’re serious? You think you can win?"

Alexier draws his own knife, the blade gleaming under the dimming lights.

Alexier (low, deadly): "Try me."

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The Knife Fight Begins

Renzo lunges first—fast, precise, but Alexier is faster. He dodges, parrying the strike with his own blade. Steel clashes against steel, sparks flying.

They move like shadows, weaving between the fallen tables and broken glass.

Renzo swipes at Alexier’s ribs—misses by inches. Alexier counters with a brutal elbow to Renzo’s jaw, sending him staggering back.

Renzo (spitting blood, laughing): "Not bad. You really grew up, huh?"

Alexier doesn’t answer. He slams his knee into Renzo’s stomach, knocking the wind out of him.

But Renzo recovers quickly—too quickly.

He feints left but spins right, slashing at Alexier’s shoulder. The blade cuts deep—pain flares through Alexier’s arm.

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Kenji Notices—But Stays Back

From across the battlefield, Kenji sees the blood staining Alexier’s sleeve.

His jaw clenches. He wants to interfere.

But he doesn’t.

Because this is Alexier’s fight.

Kenji (muttering): "Tch. Don’t you dare lose, Alex."

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Alexier’s Counterattack—The Finish

Ignoring the pain, Alexier twists Renzo’s wrist, forcing the knife from his grasp.

Renzo snarls, throwing a desperate punch. Alexier ducks—then buries his blade into Renzo’s gut.

Silence.

Renzo chokes, staring down at the knife in his stomach.

Renzo (grinning weakly): "Guess… I underestimated you."

Alexier yanks the blade free. Renzo drops to his knees, coughing blood.

Alexier (cold, final): "You did."

This time, he’s the one walking away.

This scene solidifies Alexier’s growth—he’s no longer the helpless kid from high school. Now, he’s a killer who finishes what he starts.

Renzo’s Mind Game – Twisting Alexier’s Past

Just as Alexier is about to finish him off, Renzo grins—bloody, beaten, but still dangerous.

Renzo (weakly laughing): "Oh, little thing… Did you know, Alexier? You don’t remember, do you?"

Alexier freezes. His blade is at Renzo’s throat, but those words dig into his mind like hooks.

Renzo (smirking, voice low): "That time you were unconscious… trapped in the dark storage…"

Alexier’s breath hitches. His grip tightens on the knife, but his body—his mind—reacts before he can stop it.

Flashes of memory slam into him.

A cold, damp room.

Chains rattling.

A sharp, mocking voice whispering in his ear.

Laughter. Pain. Something cruel.

Alexier’s vision blurs for a second. His pulse spikes.

Kenji notices immediately. His teasing smirk vanishes.

Kenji (firm, warning): "Alex. Don’t listen to him."

Renzo laughs weakly.

Renzo: "Oh, but he already is. Look at him, Kenji… He’s remembering."

Alexier’s breathing quickens. His fingers tremble.

The memories are fragmented, broken—pieces of something terrible.

Renzo leans in slightly, grinning despite the blood dripping from his lips.

Renzo (whispering): "You think your three years in a hospital bed was peaceful? You think you were just ‘rescued’? Cute."

Alexier’s heart pounds. The knife shakes in his grip.

Kenji (growling, stepping forward): "Shut your damn mouth, Renzo."

Renzo (chuckling, whispering to Alexier): "You screamed, Alexier. Cried. Begged. And no one came for you."

That’s when Alexier snaps.

With a furious snarl, he drives the knife into Renzo’s throat, cutting off his laughter instantly.

Blood splatters. Renzo chokes. His eyes widen—shock replacing amusement.

Alexier’s face is unreadable.

Kenji watches carefully. He’s seen Alexier kill before. But this? This was different.

This wasn’t just execution.

It was silencing a ghost.

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Aftermath – Kenji’s Worry

As Renzo’s body slumps lifeless to the ground, Alexier stumbles back slightly.

He’s breathing too fast. His hands clench and unclench. The memories—they don’t fade.

Kenji (softly, steadying him): "Alexier. Look at me."

Alexier’s eyes snap to Kenji’s. His pupils are dilated, unfocused.

Kenji grabs his wrist, grounding him.

Kenji (quiet, firm): "That bastard's dead. Whatever he said—it's just words. He can't hurt you."

Alexier doesn’t respond. He just lowers his gaze, gripping his own arm tightly.

He knows Kenji is right.

But the shadows Renzo left behind won’t disappear so easily.

Renzo’s Final Game – Twisting the Knife

As Alexier's grip tightens on the blade, Renzo smirks—his eyes flickering to Kenji.

Renzo (grinning weakly): "My comrade… enjoying you?"

Alexier stiffens.

Kenji’s expression darkens instantly.

Kenji (growling): "Watch your damn mouth, Renzo."

But Renzo just chuckles, coughing up blood as he looks at Alexier.

Renzo (low, taunting): "You really think Kenji was just… watching over you? Just training you? Come on, Alexier. You were unconscious for three years. Vulnerable. Beautiful."

Alexier feels his blood go cold.

Kenji steps forward, jaw clenched. His fingers twitch—he’s ready to shut Renzo up for good.

Kenji (warning, voice low): "You're really pushing it, asshole."

But Renzo doesn't stop. His voice drops into a mocking whisper, eyes gleaming with sadistic pleasure.

Renzo (to Alexier, smirking): "What if I told you Kenji was always touching you, whispering to you while you slept?"

Alexier’s grip falters. His breath catches.

Renzo sees the flicker of doubt in his eyes and laughs— a cruel, dying sound.

Renzo (soft, venomous): "You trusted him so blindly. But do you even know what happened when you weren’t awake?"

That’s the last straw.

Kenji lunges forward in a blur, grabbing Renzo by the throat.

Kenji (voice cold, deadly): "You’re done talking."

With one brutal twist— CRACK.