❝ BONTEN'S LAW, BONTEN'S GAME ❞

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"Ooh, so this is how you reload this rifle?"

You asked Wakasa who was smoking a cig while you were outside the training field with him, testing out guns.

"Mhm, there are more similar guns to that, like these," He said as he tossed a few rifles to you. "Catch."

You quickly catch one rifle with a single hand with your quick reflex, and of course, Wakasa also trained that.

"AKs? I'm not a huge fan of AK-47s. No, M4- my recoil control can't handle this! Is it really necessary to pair this for an Uzi?!" You pondered as you handed the other guns back to him. "Give me something more like an FN SCAR." 

"Chill out, we're not learning automatics yet—" Wakasa said, but he was cut short as you quickly continued to shoot at the target.

"Hah?! See that?! HAHAHAHA!" You grinned as you continued blasting the target as the ammo spread out and ripped the target completely off, leaving a gaping hole till it was worn out.

"Seems like you learned that in advance again." Wakasa mutters as he crossed his arms.

"Uh—? What—? I can't hear you—" You said as you faced him which made the rifle pointed at him.

But Wakasa didn't flinch at all.

"Damn, sucks." You just shrugged and went back to reload the ammo. "Better—" Shoot "Luck—" Shoot "Next—" Shoot "Time!" Shoot.

"Control the recoil." He commanded.

"Automatics are hard to control, you know?" You huffed as you stepped back from the target.

"Told you," he said as he spits his cigarette out. "Hand me that."

You lazily tossed him the rifle as you leaned against the wall and watch him shoot.

"See this?" He said as he positioned. "This is how you hold it properly, and you were shooting everywhere that you can't control the recoil anymore."

"Oh— okay," you said as you got another rifle and went beside him to shoot the next target.

"Shoot," he said.

And there, you strengthen the grip and tried hardest to control the recoil straight while aiming at the center.

"Not bad, but do it again." Your mentor said.

"Why don't you help me then?" You replied.

"If you insist." Wakasa approached you and took a position behind you, gripping the rifle from behind, holding your forearm, and leaning forward to your ear while maintaining a straight line of sight on the target.

"Listen and do to whatever I say," He whispered, "First—"

"Wakasaaa! Y/nnn!" The two of you jumped as you heard Takoemi's voice from behind, and you two were basically just disturbed.

"Senju said we're going somewhere!" Takeomi grunted as he slung his arm around Wakasa.

"What are you two doing here anyway?" The old man asked.

"We're just training, Takoemi." You said.

"Where are we going?" Wakasa muttered.

"Nightclub, Senju said she wants a little celebration since we completed our mission for this year," Takeomi said.

"And also, a celebration for Y/n since she completed her one-year training!"

"Thank you," You smiled, "Thanks to Wakasa also, my mentor," You glanced at him, and he nodded as you two locked stare, but you quickly averted your gaze to Takeomi and cleared your throat.

"Let's see Y/n shoot!" The three of you looked at the training's field entrance and saw Benkei, as well as some Brahman members including Senju, enter the training field.

You huffed, "you guys are making me nervous."

"Pick your gun, Y/n." Takeomi said as he pats your back while you held your chin, choosing a gun.

"I'll use this." You said as you chose the gun that you just used earlier.

"Good luck, Y/n!" Senju shouted, and you looked behind to see Takeomi, Benkei, Senju, and some Brahman men watching you.

"Make me proud." Wakasa whispered in your ear as he pats your head then walked off to sit with Takeomi and Benkei to watch you.

You smiled and blushed as you shook your head and faced the target, feeling enough motivation from Wakasa.

After a few seconds, you positioned yourself in front of the target with a decent gap between you and it, stretching your muscles and joints while firmly clutching the rifle. You tilted your head and closed one eye, waiting for the right moment to shoot. Everyone is quiet as you inhaled and puffed, the moving target moved to the center, and you pulled the trigger there.

Bang

"It landed on the very center!" Takeomi shouted proudly as he ran to you and rubs your head, then fists bump with you as you laughed.

"I am proud!" Senju jumped to you, "This calls for a celebration!"

"But where?"

"Don't worry, we already reserved a nightclub." Takeomi said.

"We will go tomorrow, I'm pretty sure everyone is free!" Senju faced the other members, and everyone gleefully agreed.

You smiled as you felt safe with them, and you were starting to forget about Bonten as time passes by. The memories you shared with them are starting to blur in your mind, and you just hope that knowing the past was the end of it.

But you admit that you're still nervous about Bonten's silence. 

"Welcome back, sirs."

Employees greeted as seven men dressed in black suits entered the estate, their aura, and signature attire still remained as they glared at each employee inside, keeping an intimidating presence even after a year.

"We have prepared the renovated lounge." A servant said as they guide the men into a certain room.

"Oh, and sirs, we brought women from nightclubs." An employee said which made the men stop in their tracks.

"We don't need sluts, excuse us." Rindou nonchalantly said.

Koko just threw stacks of money on the employee, "Pay those women and make them leave in our property, now."

"U-uh, sorry sir, w-we thought you need s-some relaxation." The man tried to explain with nervous stutters.

Ran only glared at the man with a frown, and he rolled his eyes. "Didn't you hear what we said?"

"W-well—" The other employee tried to explain, "We're so sorry sirs, we thought that you are in desperate need of a woman since the— um the woman named Y/n is gone—"

Y/n

The name rang in their ears as their eyes darkened and glared at the man, feeling a heavy flare rise on their chest.

Bang

Mikey ended the employee with a gunshot that made him collapse on the floor, all dead.

"Clean that up." Manjiro coldly commanded and there, they proceeded to walk inside their meeting lounge.

"Y-yes, sir." The employees said in a shaky voice, they swore their bosses had changed for over a year.

"Mr. Jiro is here"

One of Bonten's employees said as an old businessman entered the room, a person who will have a meeting with Bonten for business matters.

"Welcome," Sanzu said in a bored tone as he was wiping the barrel of each gun with a cloth, and placing them each on the table.

After a year, Bonten, Tokyo's so-called dangerous criminal organization, returned for action. They have committed more and more vile crimes, yet no one has been caught, and that will never happen.

Because again, there are no such things as illegal in the eyes of Bonten.

And it's not in their vocabulary.

"Sit, Jiro," Mikey stated casually as all seven members were sitting on each chair inside their meeting lounge, surrounded by employees and bodyguards.

Except for Takeomi, or what they call "Bonten's traitor"

"Glad to work with you, Bonten," Mr. Jiro held a hand out, "Long time no see."

Mikey sighed and shook hands with him.

"So uh, Koko? The twenty million in the card that you promised me." Jiro said.

"Are you here for the fucking meeting or the money?" Koko retorted.

"Ah right, sorry, I'm just reminding you. You might forget." Jiro laughed as he relaxed back on the chair as if he owns it.

"Anyway, I found the golden gem that you all have been finding for a year." Jiro smugged.

"Just promise me, Manjiro, as soon as I give it to you, give me my ten million." Jiro said. "The deal, okay?"

Mikey just nodded, not giving a single shit about him.

"Well well, the um Roppongi?" Jiro cleared his throat, "Haitanis! How are you, my friends? How are the stocks in Roppongi?"

"Still in augmentation as usual," Ran yawned as he leaned back on the chair and placed his leg on his other knee, "Why'd you ask?"

"Nothing, Ran," Jiro said, "I heard lots of business are growing in there, mind sharing a commission with me. There are a lot of memories in Roppongi, eh?"

"Commission my ass." Rindou commented.

"Excuse me?" Jiro frowned.

"I know one place in Roppongi that held a lot of memories though." Sanzu said.

"Really? Where? Hey hey hey, make sure my shares there are over thirty percent—" Jiro aggravatingly said.

"One of the nightclub's VIP room."

The Bonten's trio glared at each other.

"Huh? What do you mean?" Jiro blinked.

Ran just ignored the erotic pictures and memories flashing on his head as he clenched his jaw while straightening his posture on the chair, hardly focusing on the meeting.

"It's been a year, and the target's still out there." Suddenly, Mikey threw a photo in the middle of the table, catching everyone's attention.

It was Brahman.

Everyone was silent, hiding their annoyance and irritation.

"Jiro, you said that you'll help us find the location of this group, right?" Mikey said.

"Yes, of course, Manjiro, I always keep my promises, especially when it benefits me," Jiro rubbed his hands together, "The five million."

"I want to play Bonten's game." Jiro smirked.

Some of the Bonten executives scoffed.

"Anyway, what's this woman's name again that you want me to umm find?" Jiro raised his brow.

They weren't prepared to hear the name... yet.

"Well anyway, I found the location," Jiro said as he took his laptop out and faced it at Bonten. "After a year... we finally tracked them down."

"I have found xxx's location."

"Hmm, but the question is, is she coming back?" Rindou muttered while looking at his weapons that are used for torture purposes. 

"Okay, I'm done doing my job," Jiro sighed as he stood up from his seat, "So, where's my five million?"

"Another Bonten's wicked games HAHAHAHA!" Jiro mockingly laughed as he clapped, excited for his money, "Hey Koko just drop it in my account, 'kay?"

"I'll go now, bye—" Jiro stood up from his seat and was about to walk off until a gun is pointed at his forehead.

"H-hey?! What the hell is this?!" Jiro panicked as he was held by Bonten's employees. "Mikey what the fuck?!"

"Didn't you say you love to play Bonten's games?" Kakucho clicked his tongue as he walked in front of Jiro.

Bonten doesn't just kill traitors; they can also be the traitors themselves.

"Why don't you have a taste of our so-called wicked games?" Sanzu grinned.

"What the fuck do you mean—?"

Suddenly, Jiro is faced with a game of chess on the table.

"Chess. Classic. Pretty sure an old businessman like you is familiar with that board game, huh?" Rindou said.

"The rules are simple, Jiro." Kakucho said.

"If you win, you will receive your ten million—" They explained, "But let's add five million to that, so in total, you'll receive fifteen million. Now isn't that a bargain?"

Jiro gulped as he nodded, trying to pry himself away from the grip on Bonten's employees, but it was no use.

"Hey, don't be too nervous, didn't you want to play Bonten's games, you said?" Rindou chuckled, "You're even bragging about it, huh."

"W-what if I lose...?" Jiro asked in a shaky voice.

Bonten looked at each other and chuckled devilishly.

"Death."

Jiro's breath caught in his throat as his eyes widened in fear.

"This is Bonten's game. There's no going back."

"Now, we're feeling a little kind today." Sanzu laughed.

"You can pick your opponent, Jiro," They confidently said. "Anyone."

Jiro looked at each of the seven Bonten men, they were hard to read. He gulped as the rapid heartbeat won't stop, but he blinked those away. After minutes of contemplation, Jiro's eyes landed on Ran Haitani.

"He's quiet the whole time," Jiro thought, "He's probably the weakest...."

"Ran Haitani! I pick him as my opponent..."

"Oh? M'kay." Ran only shrugged unbothered and composed as he leaned back on his chair and prepared the chess pieces.

"...You can go first." Jiro ignored the sweat trickling down his brow, especially since he was surrounded by men watching a perilous game that could end his life.

"K." Ran said as he did the first move, moving the pawn forward.

Jiro's teeth were gritted as he moved his pawn with trembling hands.

Suddenly, Ran moved the horse chess piece that made Jiro flinch on his seat.

"Chill, I just moved a piece," Ran chuckled, "I look quiet, huh? That's why you picked me? You think I'm fucking gullible?" Bingo. Ran just caught Jiro's thoughts.

"N-no. Absolutely not." Jiro felt his chest going heavy.

"It's your turn to move your piece, slow ass." Rindou commented as he flicked Jiro's forehead.

"Fuck," Jiro blinked as he nervously moved his piece.

The game lasted for more than twenty minutes, and Jiro was playing safe, refusing to move closer to Ran's pieces.

"So, we're just composed here, huh?" Sanzu laughed as he threw his head back and gulped a pill while watching the game.

They were wagering someone's life, just usual Bonten's doings.

"I-I can't continue— anymore!" Jiro cried as his hands can't stop shaking while holding the chess pieces.

"Pathetic," Ran coldly replied as he glanced down at the man.

"Hey man, you look ugly while crying, wipe those tears away before I shoot you," Sanzu humiliates, "I mean you will die anyway, it's obvious that you're losing."

"Continue or you'll die early?" Kakucho levels his head at the man as he grabs the top of his head and threatened him.

"C-continue..." Jiro sobbed while he moved his chess piece, continuing the horrific game that can take his life away.

Ran only laughed as he just watched the dumbest chess move from the man.

"Are you seriously that stupid?" Ran scrunched his brows up as he grinned.

"I'm starting to think you're Y/n from how you're easily caught in our traps," Sanzu grinned.

"Both of you are unaware that you're playing with our game, don't ya think?" They added. "A very dangerous game."

"I wonder." Koko whistled as he turned his chair and threw a dart which landed on a photo.

Y/n's photo.

"Target locked, again." Koko sighed.

"Oh? Don't worry," Mikey said as he inhaled the intoxicating aroma of the wine while watching the chess game. 

"She'll come back to us."

They all averted their attention from the chess game, as they were confident and composed in their decisions, brushing it off since they knew what they were doing.

"I know her, we know her."

They know their dear Y/n well.

As they were having meeting talks, an employee entered their meeting lounge hastily, and the men turned their heads to him, including Jiro who expected that he'll be saved.

"Sir! We have good news!" They panted as they regained their breathing from all the running, "After a year... we finally found it."

The Bonten men exchanged glances, their ears perking as they anticipated one piece of information. There are many possibilities, given their various missions, but there is one that stands out the most, the most crucial.

"Sir, we have found xxx's location."

"Bingo! HAHAHAHA!" Sanzu laughed as he hits Jiro's back, "Hear that?!"

"See, Jiro? The location that you just gave us was fake." Manjiro said.

"It's not! No... it's impossible." Jiro cried as he felt his sight blurring. "My sources are full of credibility!"

"You all Bonten are fucking ruthless!" Jiro shouted with dread.

"We'll take that as a compliment." Kakucho shushed him.

Some of the Bonten men smirked, laughed in humiliation, and felt indignation of ego rise on their chest.

Ran smirked secretly as he felt motivation rise in his chest on winning the little chess game that wagered life with a businessman, who they call now a traitor.

"Huh, not surprised." Ran hummed as he took down a chess piece from Jiro while sipping a glass of wine. Jiro can't help but sweat profusely.

"Tsk tsk, you're losing dude." Koko teased as he flicked his credit card between his long, slender index and middle finger, effortlessly fiddling the card around them while tilting his head.

"You chose the game," Rindou said-- "so you chose your fate."

"You may go now, just give us more updates later." Mikey said as he shooshes the man who informed the location.

"Thank you, sirs." They said as they left the room.

Jiro's eyes widened in terror who was left in the room with Bonten. His body is rigid and stiff as he shook his head in disbelief.

"Jiro, you're losing, it's your turn! Stop shaking and move your piece." Sanzu laughed.

"Oops." Ran whistled as he did the last move in the game, and he hits the king piece on the chess from his opponent causing it to stumble down.

"Ran Haitani won!" They announced.

"Seems like your king lost, Jiro," Mikey said.

"Luckily Bonten's king didn't!" Sanzu shouted, proudly showing his boss to Jiro.

While Jiro's hands can't stop shaking, knowing his life will end now.

"Better luck next time, Jiro," Kakucho cooed, "Oh, I forgot," He mocked, "There's no next time."

"I guess there's no fifteen million for you." Koko pouted mockingly at Jiro as he threw the card in the trash bin.

Jiro stood up and attempted to sprint to escape, but he was quickly held down by Bonten's number two and number three.

"I thought you wanted to play Bonten's games, huh?" Kakucho threateningly widened his eyes at him.

"Another traitor has been caught!" Sanzu laughed.

"B-but you're also a traitor! You've done the worst things. I just want to fucking invest in my business that I had the guts to involve myself in your dirty hands." Jiro retorted.

"We're not... until we found out that you're a traitor. Know what you're luring yourself into." Sanzu frowned at him dangerously.

Jiro's breathing unsteadied as he sweatdropped, his stomach flipping with disgust as he just knew who he was playing with.

"What? A traitor for a traitor." Mikey said, who was quiet the whole time while watching the whole scene all relaxed.

"M-mikey! No please spare my life! I don't need the ten million anymore!" Jiro begged while tears streamed down his face.

"And that's how business works, Jiro." Koko pouted, "I thought you're a smart businessman, where did all your guts go? Went down the drain like your money, huh?" 

"Jiro, you better know that you're not messing with law and games nonsense right now." Sanzu sternly remarked. 

"H-huh?"

Ran took his gun out without hesitation and points it at Jiro.

"NO—!"

"It's Bonten's law that you're playing with, you dumb fucker."

Bang

"Checkmate."