Tobirama:

They came at night.

They came every night.

The nightmares.

Thank God I lived alone. No-one could know. No-one was allowed to know.

I sat up gasping for air as if I'd been deprived of it all night, my heavy duvet drenched in my sweat. I was trembling, and hid my face in my hands trying to make it stop.

I'll kill you... The dream. Do as I say or I will kill you.

Death didn't seem to bad of an option, honestly. But I hadn't...

I put my hand to my chest, to where I believed my heart was located. I had shut that thing off long ago, to be honest.

But I haven't... I haven't yet experienced...

I trend to go back to sleep, and failed. 

Izuna:

I came to Emil, who were to be our supervisor, in his office clad in my leisure clothes, which were tight, white, ripped jeans and a long, black hoodie. I had released my hair from it's tie and put it up with a large clip instead. I also wore glasses, which I preferred as I found contact lenses extremely uncomfortable.

"Umm, you wanted to see me?"

Emil looked up from his paperwork, and he got a surprised expression on his face.

"What?" I asked, a bit offended.

"Nothing..." He smirked a little. "I'm just surprised by your change of outfit." Honest man, at least... "Please, take a seat."

I obeyed.

"Izuna, you will probably be in the frontline when we send you out. That happens about once a month, when the police we have undercover detect drug dealers that can be connected to the mafia."

I didn't say anything, although I was curious on why they would send a rookie instead of a more experienced member...

"You might be curious as though why we don't uaw a more experienced member", Emil said. Oh, all right. He looked at me sternly. "It's because they don't want to, anymore. This isn't... Look, Izuna, I'm not kidding you when I say this is the most dangerous mafia in the world. They spare nobody. They are all highly skilled at targeting and killing. You could go out in the field tomorrow, and lose your life instantly. Are you aware of what I'm saying?"

I nodded.

"And what do you think?"

I looked away, released my hair from it's clip and pulled my fingers through its many layers. I swear I could see Emil swallow.

"I..." I looked away. "I studied law before I came here. I thought I wanted to become a lawyer, but when I saw all police brutality in the world..." I looked up at him. "Emil, the police force need people like me. People who are highly educated not only in the legal system, but in ethics as well. I would go after this mafia without hesitation. Not because I'm a hero, but because somebody's gotta do it, and I'd rather that be me. My best friend..." I looked away. I had never talked about it before. "He was black, and a well-known gaming streamer. He got swatted during a live gaming stream and got killed by the police. Live. I was watching." I felt tears building up behind my eyes. It caused me so much pain, to this day. "I don't know if his skin colour got anything to do with it, but I can't help but think..." I looked up at Emil. He looked at me with stern eyes. There was something about him that made me trust him with this story. "What would have happened if he were white? And I hate myself for thinking that." I looked away again, his gaze suddenly feeling too intense. "We were both seventeen when he died. I haven't managed to find a best friend since. So that's why I'm doing it. With me in the frontline, I know there will be no unnecessary killings. And I know I'm skilled enough to prevent at least unnecessary killings by the mafia. I'm good enough for that."

Emil looked at me. He looked at me for a long time, actually.

Then he came round and sat down on the other chair in front of his desk, and we continued the conversation as mutuals.

The entire week passed with a lot of paperwork being done regarding several investigations surrounding the mafia. The police had quite a bit of information, but couldn't do anything with it.

"It's insane how skilled each member is", Emil said on the Friday in the meeting room, his arms crossed over his grey cardigan. "You'd think those who dealt with the selling of drugs were just rookies, but they outdo our policemen by lightyears. We've never captured anyone. More than once, they've captured us instead.

"And they..." It was the woman of the group. "And they've never taken any of you to the leader?"

"Nope!" Emil said happily.

"How are we gonna get to him, then?"

"Our best shot..." Emil sighed. "Is honestly to get an important member of staff captured and transported to... Let's call them a him, even if we don't know the gender. But that won't happen, of course. It would be impossible to escape."

At the end of the week, I was exhausted. I had worked nine hours each day, and that combined with the fact that I was in a new environment and was also not a morning person at all made me so tired, I'd felt as if I would throw up. I got home to my small but open apartment, with oak floorboards and white walls, and made myself a bowl of Frosties with strawberries and oat milk. I almost fell asleep over the bowl.

Perhaps a nap...

No... What I really, really loved to do after a full week when I was so tired I felt dead was going out clubbing.

I liked to put on something I felt pretty in, get out, with friends but preferably alone, go to a club somewhere, get myself some shots, get drunk out of my mind and then just sit down and think or dance among the heaping amount of sweaty people.

After having finished my Frosties bowl, I did my dishes and jumped into the shower, washing my body and hair. I brushed my teeth, put on my favourite perfume which was a female one from Chanel, and blow-dried my hair and even straightened it before putting it up in a high ponytail. I put on my best-fitting flared, black jeans and a long, grey cardigan that hung off one shoulder. I put on some lipgloss and my contact lenses and felt done. I put on my black faux-fur coat, my black Dr Martens, took my Hermès bag where I also put a chocolate bar I found, took my keys and left.

Left for the meeting that would change my life forever.