Chaos mission

Kenji gently placed a hand on Alexier’s cheek, his thumb brushing away the tension creasing his brows.

Kenji: “It’s fine. That’s the past.” His voice was steady, reassuring, like an anchor pulling Alexier back from the storm in his mind.

Alexier swallowed hard, his throat tight. The memories Renzo unearthed still gnawed at him, but Kenji’s touch was grounding.

Alexier: “…Kenji, I…”

Kenji smirked, but it wasn’t mocking this time—it was warm. Playful, but real.

Kenji: “What? Are you about to cry on me? ‘Cause I’m ready to lend you a shoulder—though, you drool in your sleep, so I’d rather not risk it.”

Alexier let out a breath—half a scoff, half a laugh—as Kenji pulled him into a loose embrace.

Kenji: “You’re Alexier Del Tiero. You’ve been through worse. And you’ve got me now, so… stop looking like a kicked puppy, will ya?”

Alexier hesitated before exhaling and leaning into Kenji just slightly, his walls still up but cracking enough to let warmth in.

Alexier: “Tch. You’re insufferable.”

Kenji grinned. “And yet, you’d be lost without me.”

For the first time since the mission, Alexier felt a little lighter.

Alexier felt his face heat up as Kenji leaned in, his breath teasing against his ear.

Kenji (grinning): “I’ve already cleansed you, remember?”

Alexier’s eyes widened before he shot Kenji a glare, shoving him away.

Alexier: “Tch. You really don’t know when to shut up, do you?”

Kenji just laughed, hands raised in mock surrender.

Kenji: “Hey, just reminding you. No need to get violent—unless you’re into that.”

Alexier clicked his tongue and turned away, trying to ignore the smirk still plastered on Kenji’s face.

Kenji chuckled to himself. “At least I got you to stop sulking.”

As Alexier turned away, he exhaled sharply, shaking off the lingering weight of the past. Kenji, still grinning, stretched his arms and leaned against the wall, watching him with his usual mix of amusement and sharp intuition.

Kenji: “Well, now that the sentimental moment is over, how about we get back to business? Or do you need another cleansing session?”

Alexier scoffed, rolling his eyes.

Alexier: “Tch. You never stop, do you?”

Kenji smirked, tilting his head. “Not when it comes to you, kid.”

Before Alexier could retort, a knock on the door interrupted them. Yashiro peeked in, arms crossed, looking unimpressed.

Yashiro: “Are you two done with whatever weird flirting ritual this is? We’ve got a mission to discuss.”

Alexier (grumbling): “We’re not flirting.”

Kenji (chuckling): “That’s exactly what a flustered man would say.”

Alexier threw a pillow at Kenji’s face before storming out of the room. Kenji laughed as he caught it, standing up with a satisfied smirk.

Kenji (to himself): “Ah, he’s fun when he’s mad.”

WMeanwhile—Yashiro’s Side

As the rest of the group prepared for the mission briefing, Yashiro found himself alone on the penthouse balcony, sipping a can of soda. The ocean breeze ruffled his hair as he leaned against the railing, staring at the city skyline.

Yashiro (muttering): “Tch. Those two are always in their own world. Feels like I’m third-wheeling an action-drama series.”

A familiar voice broke his thoughts.

Seiran: “Talking to yourself again, Yashiro?”

Yashiro turned to see Seiran stepping onto the balcony, holding a steaming cup of coffee. His silver hair looked softer in the morning light, and his usual unreadable expression was still intact.

Yashiro (grinning): “What can I say? No one listens to me, so I gotta be my own company.”

Seiran took a slow sip, watching Yashiro with an unreadable gaze.

Seiran: “Maybe because you talk too much.”

Yashiro (mock offense): “Wow, and here I thought we were bonding.”

Seiran smirked slightly before setting his coffee down on the railing.

Seiran: “We’ve got a high-profile mission coming up. Try not to be a headache for the team.”

Yashiro clicked his tongue, stretching his arms behind his head.

Yashiro: “Come on, Seiranchi, where’s the fun in that?”

Before Seiran could respond, Yashiro leaned in slightly, his grin turning mischievous.

Yashiro: “Or maybe you just like having me around. Admit it, you’d be bored without me.”

Seiran blinked, then calmly picked up his coffee again.

Seiran: “I’d rather enjoy silence.”

Yashiro (laughing): “Cold as ever. That’s why I love annoying you.”

Seiran sighed but didn’t argue, instead turning his gaze back to the city.

For a moment, neither of them spoke. It was peaceful—no bullets, no blood, just the sound of waves crashing in the distance.

Yashiro (softly, almost to himself): “Hey… do you ever think about the future? Like, after all of this?”

Seiran hesitated, gripping his coffee cup a little tighter.

Seiran: “No point in thinking about something uncertain.”

Yashiro tilted his head, watching him.

Yashiro: “Tch. Always the realist.”

Seiran didn’t respond, but Yashiro caught the slight shift in his expression—something distant, something almost melancholic.

Yashiro chuckled and nudged him lightly.

Yashiro: “Guess I’ll just have to make sure we all make it out of this alive, huh?”

Seiran glanced at him, then smirked slightly.

Seiran: “Try not to get yourself killed first.”

Yashiro grinned. “No promises.”

The peaceful moment didn’t last long—within seconds, Kenji barged onto the balcony, yelling.

Kenji: “Oi! Stop flirting, lovebirds! Mission briefing starts in five!”

Seiran and Yashiro turned toward him in unison, both glaring.

Yashiro & Seiran (simultaneously): “SHUT UP, KENJI!”

Kenji cackled as he walked away, leaving the two to grumble before following after him.

For today’s mission, Raven assigns them to infiltrate an underground syndicate club—where their target, a corrupt politician, will be enjoying an exclusive night out. The catch? The club’s theme for the night is “Royal Drag Extravaganza.”

Kenji reads the briefing file aloud and bursts out laughing.

Kenji (grinning wildly): “So what I’m reading here is… we gotta become fabulous queens tonight?”

Alexier stares at the paper, dead silent.

Alexier: “…No.”

Yashiro (grinning): “Oh, hell yes.”

Seiran sighs and pinches the bridge of his nose.

Seiran: “We’re assassins, not performers.”

Kenji (teasingly): “Oh, come on, princess. You scared you’ll be too pretty?”

Seiran glares. Yashiro, meanwhile, is already going through a wardrobe selection with far too much enthusiasm.

A few hours later…

The club is buzzing with energy, neon lights flashing as music blasts from the speakers. The four men walk in—completely unrecognizable under layers of dramatic makeup, extravagant wigs, and custom-made drag outfits that even professional queens would be jealous of.

Kenji, with long, flowing golden curls, struts confidently in a fiery red dress.

Kenji (smirking): “Ladies, please. I was born to slay.”

Alexier, looking criminally stunning in a sleek, dark-blue gown with silver embellishments, glares at everyone.

Alexier (muttering): “If anyone speaks of this after the mission, I will end you.”

Yashiro, sparkling from head to toe, poses dramatically.

Yashiro: “I’m never taking this off.”

Meanwhile\, Seiran—**dressed in an elegant white dress\, his silver hair styled flawlessly—**takes a deep breath\, already regretting everything.

Seiran: “…This is the worst day of my life.”

Kenji pats his shoulder.

Kenji: “Nah, babe. This is the best day of my life.”

But beneath all the glitter and glamour, the real mission is about to begin… Their target is already in the VIP section.

And the moment they make a move… the real fun starts.

Their target: Harlan Voss, a black-market tycoon and the mastermind behind Killer Passion, an underground crime syndicate that profits from assassinations, illegal auctions, and human trafficking. Voss is a ruthless businessman—if he wants someone dead, it happens before the victim even knows they're marked.

Tonight, he’s hosting a secret high-stakes auction inside the club, where the rich and corrupt bid on weapons, information, and even lives. Their job? Eliminate him quietly before the auction concludes—without blowing their covers.

As they strut deeper into the club, Kenji spots Voss lounging in the VIP section, surrounded by armed guards and wealthy bidders. The security is tight. Cameras are everywhere. Snipers are positioned in the upper balcony, ensuring no one makes a move against their boss.

Kenji (grinning, whispering to Alexier): “So, my dear, how do we crash this little soirée?”

Alexier, still trying to ignore the fact that he’s in a gown, adjusts the hidden blade disguised as a jeweled accessory on his wrist.

Alexier: “We get close, wait for the right moment, and strike.”

Yashiro (grinning): “Or we could just make it messy.”

Seiran (deadpan): “Or we could not.”

Just as they prepare to make their move, the auction begins—and the first item on the list makes Alexier’s blood run cold.

The auctioneer announces:

“Next, we present Lot 17: a survivor of the Del Tiero massacre. A rare find, one-of-a-kind.”

A spotlight flashes onto a cage being rolled onto the stage—inside is a man bound and bruised, his face hidden by a metal mask.

Kenji’s smirk instantly vanishes.

Kenji (low voice): “What. The. Hell?”

Alexier’s fists clench.

This mission just got personal.

As the crowd erupts into whispers and eager murmurs, Alexier's entire body tenses. His heart pounds in his chest. A survivor of the Del Tiero massacre? That shouldn’t be possible. His family was slaughtered—he saw their bodies with his own eyes.

Kenji notices the slight tremble in Alexier’s fists and steps closer, voice low and steady.

Kenji (whispering): “Stay sharp, Alex. Could be a setup.”

Auctioneer: “Let’s start the bidding at ten million.”

The masked prisoner shifts slightly, their bound hands twitching. The motion is weak—whoever they are, they’ve been drugged or beaten into submission.

The bidders start raising their numbers, offering obscene amounts of money.

Yashiro (casually sipping his drink): “So… what’s the play? Do we bid or kill everyone?”

Seiran rolls his eyes, but even he is watching the stage with intensity.

Kenji smirks.

Kenji: “Why not both?”

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The Plan: Infiltration and Executi

The final bid lands on Yashiro at $35 million. A hush falls as the auctioneer nods, signaling the guards to transport the prisoner to their new "owner."

Auctioneer: “Sold to the gentleman in the violet gown!”

Yashiro, still in disguise, gives a dazzling smile and a dramatic wave.

Yashiro (grinning at Seiran): “Aren’t you proud of your rich husband?”

Seiran pinches the bridge of his nose.

Seiran: “I should’ve let you drown.”

Meanwhile, Kenji and Alexier slip away from the main floor, weaving through the shadows toward the VIP section where Voss watches with amusement.

But just as they get into position—Voss turns to face them, already smiling.

Voss: “Oh, I was hoping you two would come.”

The lights cut out.

A gun cocks behind them.

Voss (chuckling): “Did you think I wouldn’t recognize you, Del Tiero?”

Mission: Drag Royale Mayhm

As the nightclub's grand Drag Royale Performance begins, Kenji and Yashiro are fully disguised—dressed to kill (literally). Seiran, gritting his teeth at the absurdity, plays the mysterious and elegant queen. Meanwhile, Alexier is forced to sip expensive cocktails as he plays the role of a VIP guest, all while dealing with overly persistent admirers.

Things take a turn when the mission suddenly escalates:

Their target, the tycoon, has his own bodyguards disguised as performers, blending into the glamorous event.

A rival syndicate, seeking revenge on the tycoon, crashes the club with automatic weapons, forcing Kenji and Yashiro to fight while still in heels and extravagant wigs.

Seiran, despite his reluctance, ends up in a brutal hand-to-hand battle backstage, tearing through opponents with unexpected precision.

Alexier, forced into action, subtly takes out key guards with precise, deadly moves while still keeping his cover as a VIP.

Kenji, grinning, uses the chaos to drag-dance fight his way toward the tycoon, making the fight both stylish and devastatingly brutal.

The mission turns into a full-blown action spectacle, with dazzling lights, shattered glass, and perfectly timed over-the-top combat blending into the club's extravagant performances.

The Auction Begins – A Deadly Gamble

The underground Black Syndicate’s "Killer Passion Tycoon" event was held in a grand, dimly lit ballroom, filled with high-ranking crime lords, corrupt officials, and elite assassins. Chandeliers cast eerie golden glows over the masked attendees, while servers in sleek suits moved through the crowd with expensive wine.

Kenji, Alexier, Seiran, and Yashiro—all disguised as stunning drag queens—blended in seamlessly, each donning striking makeup and intricate gowns that made them almost unrecognizable.

Seiran adjusted his feathered fan, speaking under his breath, “This is ridiculous…”

Kenji smirked, flipping his blonde wig, “Correction: this is genius. Who would suspect us like this?”

Yashiro, in a deep red dress with dramatic eyeliner, chuckled, “I feel strangely powerful.”

Alexier, looking around with narrowed eyes, kept his focus on the auction stage. “Enough jokes. We need to find the target and get this over with.”

The Auction Unfolds

The event began with priceless artifacts and weaponry—black-market relics stolen from all over the world. But soon, the auctioneer, a tall, masked woman in a silver gown, raised a gloved hand.

"And now, we present something... extraordinary."

A large cage was wheeled onto the stage. The iron bars rattled as the captive inside struggled. The spotlight revealed a man with a bruised face, chained at the wrists—a hacker known as Cipher.

Alexier’s breath hitched. He knew Cipher. A former underground coder who once helped the Del Tiero family with secure intel.

"This one is rare—an information broker who can crack any system. A valuable asset... or a dangerous liability. Starting bid: five million dollars!"

A Dangerous Choice

Kenji’s expression darkened. “Tch. This changes things.”

Yashiro whispered, “Do we bid? Or do we bust him out?”

Alexier clenched his jaw. “We can’t leave him here.”

But as they debated, someone raised a hand—a tall, broad-shouldered man with a familiar smirk.

Luise virranda

The same bastard who had tormented Alexier in the past, now a high-ranking Black Syndicate officer.

Kenji’s eyes flashed dangerously. “Oh hell no.”

The bidding war had begun. And they had seconds to decide their next move.

A Deadly Bidding War

Alexier took a deep breath. “We bid.”

Kenji arched a brow. “Tch. Playing it safe? That’s new.”

Yashiro adjusted his posture, playing his role as an elegant noblewoman. “If we start shooting now, we’ll have the entire syndicate on our asses. We win the bid, take Cipher, and escape before they realize what’s happening.”

Luiz smirked as he leaned back in his chair. “Six million.”

Alexier raised his gloved hand. “Seven.”

A murmur spread through the crowd. The masked auctioneer turned her gaze toward Luiz

Renzo chuckled. “Ten.”

Kenji clicked his tongue. “Cocky bastard.”

Seiran, fanning himself, whispered, “How high can we even go?”

Alexier’s jaw tightened. “Fifteen.”

The crowd gasped. Luiz ’s amused expression faltered for a second, but then his lips curled into a grin. He leaned forward, locking eyes with Alexier.

“Thirty million.”

A stunned silence filled the room.

Yashiro nearly dropped his fan. “Is he out of his mind?”

Alexier clenched his fists under the table. Luiz  wasn’t just bidding for Cipher—he was taunting him.

Kenji, arms crossed, muttered, “We’re not winning this with money.”

The auctioneer, sensing the tension, tapped her cane against the stage. “Going once… going twice—”

“Fifty million.”

All heads turned to a new bidder.

From the far side of the room, Raiven sat with a glass of wine in hand, looking utterly unbothered. Her expression was unreadable, but the power behind her presence was undeniable.

Renzo’s smirk stiffened. He hadn’t expected someone else to enter the game.

The auctioneer straightened, “Fifty million. Any higher?”

A long pause.

Luiz finally leaned back with a scowl. “…Fine. He’s all yours.”

BANG!

The lights flickered. The ballroom shook as an explosion erupted outside. The syndicate’s security immediately scrambled, alarms blaring.

Kenji grinned, pulling a concealed pistol from his thigh holster. “Guess that’s our cue.”

Chaos erupted.

Cipher’s cage was still locked—but now, they had the perfect distractio

As the vibrant music pulsed through the lavish nightclub, the air was thick with laughter, shimmering lights, and extravagant performances. Alexier, Kenji, Seiran, and Yashiro blended seamlessly into the crowd, each adorned in their over-the-top drag disguises, their target just within reach.

Kenji, adjusting his long, feathered boa, leaned over to Alexier, whispering with a smirk, "You know, you wear that dress a little too well. Almost makes me jealous."

Alexier, resisting the urge to roll his eyes, kept his focus locked on their target—a high-ranking black-market tycoon dealing in assassination contracts. The man sat comfortably in the VIP section, surrounded by bodyguards, laughing at a private performance.

Yashiro, ever the wildcard, twirled dramatically, playfully flipping his blonde wig. "Oh honey, I was born for this mission." He winked at Seiran, who merely sighed, clearly already done with his antics.

Seiran, dressed in a sleek, elegant gown, adjusted the lace gloves on his hands and muttered, "Let's just get this over with."

Suddenly, their earpieces buzzed. "Eyes on the target. He's about to leave."

It was time.

Kenji grabbed Alexier’s wrist, leading him toward the target’s direction. "Showtime, princess.

The target’s bodyguards, all heavily armed, flanked their boss as he exited the VIP lounge. The nightclub’s lights pulsed in time with the pounding bass, casting colorful flashes across the battlefield about to unfold.

Alexier, ever the perfectionist, adjusted the slit of his gown, his flawless legs catching the attention of one of the guards.

The poor guy had a split-second to admire before—BAM!—Alexier’s heel drove straight into his gut, sending him staggering backward.

Kenji, flipping his long, dazzling wig, grinned. “Damn, babe. If looks could kill, but I guess stilettos will do.”

One of the guards swung at Kenji, but he ducked, spun gracefully, and used his boa to whip the guy’s face, momentarily blinding him before landing a solid knee strike to his ribs.

Yashiro, having the time of his life, strutted forward with exaggerated confidence, throwing a roundhouse kick in heels that sent another goon crashing into a table. He flicked his fake nails and smirked. “Honey, you can’t handle all this fabulous destruction.”

Seiran, the most unwilling participant in their disguise, sighed heavily before delivering a brutal spinning elbow to an approaching thug. He grabbed a champagne bottle from a nearby table and cracked it over another’s head, the liquid spraying like an over-the-top action scene.

The VIP guests screamed and scattered as the real fight broke out.

A guard pulled a gun—but before he could fire, Alexier used his slit dress to whip the barrel aside, spun, and delivered a devastating axe kick right onto his wrist, sending the gun flying. In one smooth move, he snatched the weapon mid-air and fired two shots, perfectly hitting the lights above, plunging the room into chaos.

Kenji (laughing as he ducks behind the bar): “That was hot. You been practicing, babe?”

Alexier (smirking, reloading the stolen gun): “Naturally.”

Meanwhile, Yashiro grabbed a feathered fan from a nearby drag queen and used it to slap an opponent across the face before flipping over him and landing a vicious elbow to the jaw. “Too bad, sweetie. You just got served.”

Seiran, grabbing a tray, frisbeed it across the room, hitting a guard right in the throat. “This mission is ridiculous.”

As the fight raged on, the target made a break for the exit.

Kenji tossed his heels aside, cracked his knuckles, and grinned. “Oh no, darling. The show ain’t over yet.”

The chase through the nightclub was nothing short of utter chaos—but make it fashion.

As their target bolted for the exit, Alexier hiked up his gown, kicked off his heels, and sprinted after him with deadly precision. The long slit in his dress fluttered dramatically as he vaulted over a lounge sofa, narrowly dodging a frightened clubgoer.

Kenji (grinning, tossing aside his wig): “Alright, heels are off, it’s about to get real.”

The gunmen left standing opened fire, but Seiran grabbed a metal serving tray and angled it just right, deflecting a bullet into the chandelier above.

The shattering glass rained down, momentarily blinding the guards. Yashiro, ever the showman, used this distraction to flip over a railing, landing gracefully near the bar, and delivered a swift palm strike to an enemy’s throat.

Yashiro (winking at a shocked drag queen): “Gorgeous and dangerous, darling.”

Meanwhile, Kenji grabbed a champagne bottle, bit off the cork, and spat it right into a guard’s eye before delivering a brutal spinning elbow to the jaw.

Seiran, completely fed up, stormed through the fight like a machine, clotheslining one attacker before grabbing another and throwing him into a table. His dress was in tatters, but he didn’t care.

Seiran (deadpan): “I swear if I have to wear a wig again, someone is dying.”

Alexier, hot on the target’s tail, launched himself over the club’s balcony, executing a perfect mid-air somersault before crashing down onto the target’s back, sending them both tumbling onto the dance floor.

Target (gasping, pinned under Alexier): “W-Who the hell are you people?!”

Alexier (whispering, pressing a gun under the target’s chin): “Your worst nightmare in couture.”

Just as Kenji and the others caught up, the nightclub’s security alarm blared, signaling the incoming police or backup forces.

Kenji (grinning, breathless): “Alright, ladies, time to wrap this up before the after-party gets too wild.”

As the blaring alarms intensified, the club's neon lights flashed wildly, casting chaotic hues across the battlefield. The sound of approaching sirens signaled they had mere minutes to escape.

Kenji grabbed a champagne bottle, smashed it on the bar counter, and flung the shattered remains at a closing security guard, stunning him just long enough for Seiran to deliver a knockout punch.

Alexier (panting, gripping the target's collar): “We need an exit, now.”

Yashiro glanced up at the massive LED screen above the DJ booth, his mind working fast. A hidden maintenance hatch.

Yashiro (grinning): “I’ve got an idea. Hope you all like heights.”

Kenji, knowing Yashiro’s plans were never boring, smirked. “As long as it doesn’t involve me breaking my face.”

With one swift motion, Seiran hoisted the unconscious target over his shoulder, and the team scaled the DJ booth, leaping onto the catwalk above the dance floor. The crowd below, still in chaos, barely noticed.

Alexier kicked open the maintenance hatch, revealing a back rooftop exit. The moment they emerged, they were greeted by the city skyline—and a sheer drop to the alleyway below.

Kenji (groaning): “Tell me we have a plan that isn’t free-falling to our deaths.”

Yashiro yanked on a coiled rope, revealing a fire escape pulley system. “Relax, we fly in style.”

With no time to waste, the team latched onto the cables and zipped down, landing smoothly in the dim alley below.

Just as police forces stormed the nightclub, the team slipped into a waiting black car, the engine revving as Raven—calm as ever—sat in the driver’s seat, sunglasses on.

Raven (smirking): “I take it the party was eventful?”

Kenji (laughing, throwing his wig in the backseat): “You have no idea.”

With a final roar of the engine, the team sped off into the night, mission complete

As the mission continues in full swing, the team fights fiercely through the ballroom, dodging enemy fire and taking down guards. Amidst the madness, Yashiro, completely unfazed, takes out his phone and snaps a quick picture of Kenji and Alexier.

Yashiro (grinning): "This one’s going in the archives... pure gold."

Kenji (dodging a punch): "Yashiro! Focus!"

Alexier (slamming a guard into a column): "If you don’t delete that picture, I swear—"

But just as Alexier finishes his sentence, Yashiro's phone slips from his hand during the chaos, and in an unexplainable twist of fate, the photo gets automatically sent to one of the most important people in their organization—Raiven.

Yashiro (realizing): "...Oops."

Kenji (barely holding back laughter): "Well, that’s going to be fun when Raiven sees it."

Alexier (glaring at Yashiro): "You better hope Raiven doesn’t kill you."

Later, after the mission ends and they’re back at their hideout, Yashiro gets a notification on his phone. It’s from Raiven.

Raiven (via text): "That picture of you and the others in drag? Hilarious. You all look great, but next time, make sure it’s not sent to me. I almost thought I was going to need to start a new recruitment program."

Yashiro (chuckling nervously): "Well... at least they looked good, right?"

Kenji (rolling his eyes): "I swear, one day, you’ll be the death of us."

Alexier (sighing): "I’m deleting this from my memory... I swear, I’ll never wear a dress again."

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