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ᴡᴇ ᴅᴏɴ'ᴛ ʟᴜᴠ ᴇᴍ
ᴴᵒᵒᵈᴿⁱᶜʰ ᴾᵃᵇˡᵒ ᴶᵘᵃⁿ

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|◁ II ▷|

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『MONEY, CASH, STOLEN FAST CARS
—BILLIONAIRE AU!』

A custom sleek black Lamborghini stops by the front of the building, leading over to their designated place. He parked his car and got out of it, going over to the event after locking it.

A man in a suit walked over the carpeted floor. His figure caught much attention get and cameras began to flash upon him. Appearance as professional and fierce as ever.

His suit, dark as the midnight sky; shoes shiny like gleaming stars. Eyes like an owl—glowing in its golden shade, yet sharp and sly as a cat. His white highlighted tips of a hair gelled to the back. His face showed no emotions as he strides along the pathway.

As he reached the large doors of his destination, bodyguards in suits opened it and led him inside to his seat. The door opened revealing large, shiny chandeliers; round tables with expensive chairs; large pricey paintings hanging off the wall.

Welcome to the Exclusive Leauge, the place where large amount of people were to gather in this place to promote their belongings, invention, and more with a very large price. You could say it is fitting for a bunch of Millionaires and Billionaires to gather. It happens once a year.

Normally a few people would come over, just over a few tens. Though, this year is different. The event invited many strong and powered people to gather and make a crowd. The event itself have collected many valuable things to be sold on the auction. It also has a door-price of winning a new designed car that is one of a kind. Many longed for it but he doesn't. He's quite happy with his current one.

This very exclusive event only allows the one with cash. It is highly protected and doesn't allow any weapons inside of it.

He sat on his designated seat and looked over his watch. '9.00 P.M. Just on time.' He saw that his table was very much empty, while others' table were crowded and lively.

Later then, a man in white suit came and sat by the table Bokuto's at. His midnight black hair messy; eyes matched as a slick cat, shining and sharp as they observed other tables.

"Lovely, isn't it?" The man with white started. "To be in this posh place, even though you don't want to." He sighed and said sarcastically.

"Indeed. Parents?" Bokuto replied and asked.

"Parents." The man replied. The two laughed along, knowing that they'll get along by the end of the night.

"Kuroo Tetsurou." The man offered a handshake. "22."

"Bokuto Koutarou." Bokuto took it and firmly shook it. "Also, 22."

"Pleasure to meet you. I can tell that we are going to get along really well." Kuroo stated. His eyes closed in a smile.

"Pleasure to meet you. I, as well." Bokuto replied with smile. The two continued to chatter on their table—away from other people.

"Are you perhaps alone in this event?" Kuroo sipped his red wine.

"Unfortunately, yes." Bokuto sighed, he slicked back his hair. "I got to represent this stupid event as an important guest. My family are all away and you can't really invite a friend, who aren't apart of this."

"Hm, I see. So the owls decided to leave their only child in this ungodly-hour event." Kuroo snickered. "We're very related, Koutarou-san."

"But fortunately, my well friend will attend this event as well. Although, he usually isn't on time."

Bokuto nodded in respond. He was looking over the room, eyes captured with a certain person, intrigued. Kuroo saw him captured his eyes on something, or someone, and began trailing the stare with his feline eyes before reaching a female across the room.

A woman sat on one of the barstool in a stunning black dress that hugged her figure very well, showing her killer curves. The slit of the dress reached the side of her thigh showing the smooth skin. Her hand holding a notorious clutch of a famous, pricey brand. Her hair shined under the chandeliers of lights. You could say that she is overly ravishing.

Many men look over towards her, reaching over to try and start a conversation, although stopped before they could by a seemingly young, handsome man with gorgeous blue orbs and raven dark hair. A couple, perhaps?

"Stunning, isn't she?" Bokuto started, sipping his glass of mineral water; eyes not leaving her figure.

Kuroo hummed in respond, taking another sip of his wine; nodded slowly with a chuckle after doing so. "Ravishing lady. Your type, perhaps?"

"She's one of a kind. I heard she's powerful woman, with all the fine aspects of a reliable wife." Kuroo exclaimed. "Not even surprised if she caught many attention. You should line up."

"I don't usually listen to words spreading around. I also don't look at women just to woo' them. I shall respect them." Bokuto smiles as he stated his words. Eyes sharp and intimidating even for the feline man in white.

"Women have different beauties and flaws. Besides, what if those words were false?"

Baffled, Kuroo just cough and squirmed on his seat, trying hard not to show his feeling of discomfort. The two sat in silent, before Bokuto laughed. "My apologies. Are my eyes too intimidating for you?"

Kuroo blinked in respond. This man is the owls future. A long successful future awaits him, he thought. "Quite. Although, you could say that we're rather similar. I really think we will get along really well."

The twos conversation were easily cut off by the previous man near the bar. His appearance caught the two man off and their attention. He cleared his throat before introducing himself.

"Akaashi Keiji. Pleasure." The man claiming as one of the most famous writer in the world introduced. "I was assigned in this table. Apologies for the intrusion."

His unique vibe was quite the splendid one. A mysterious, wise, friendly, and professional vibe. Having to create one of the best stories and series in the world. Gained an award as best writer this year. Winning many competitions and have sold over 500 million copies of a series. You could say he's special and loaded with mountains of cash, though he's very humble.

"Don't worry about it. Have a seat." Bokuto replied.

The three sat and start a conversation about business, although Akaashi just sat in silence and listen to their conversation; joining in at some points.

Their conversation topics led to the female in the bar with Akaashi. Questions were asked and responded. Akaashi told them that he was just helping the women out. Since, clearly she is uncomfortable of it.

"I see." Kuroo said. "I guess I was wrong."

Bokuto scrunched his forehead in confusion. "Why?"

"Just see later on."

Meanwhile as the group conversed, the previous woman in the bar grinned as no one was watching. Her name is (l/n) (y/n). For now, she is known as Himitsu Yami, the daughter of the famous Himitsu Corps', a well known corp for its skill of programing or 'darkly' well known for its' dirty mafia jobs. Perhaps she is anonymously known as Pluto.

"Target found." Her earpiece taken in a form of an earring, sounded. Her smile widened even more.

"Pluto approaching zero." She spoke quietly before standing and walk over to the group of three, including the man who saved her from a uncomfortable situation.

"Roger."

Pluto walked over towards the three, walking flawlessly and caught many more attentions. Eyes trailed her figure as she walked with no mind of her surroundings. Murmurs spread around her.

Bokuto turned to look over the murmurs before finding the woman walking towards them. Kuroo and Akaashi saw this yet paid no mind, not wanting to be like the others who were murmuring.

The girl got closer to him and before he knew it, she walked past him towards Akaashi. Disappointed, he yet covered himself up with an emotionless facade. She stopped and bowed towards him.

"Thank you for saving me back there. Himitsu Yami. Pleasure to meet you.

She then continued bowing towards the other two before sighing. "I was assigned on one of those crowded table. But I can't stand those baboons who sat and flirt men or attract women. It's simply disgusting and disturbing."

She stood, uncomfortable of their stares. "So, may I perhaps sit here for a moment. J-just for a while! Perhaps until the event starts."

The three sat in silent before Bokuto spoke. "I don't mind. I'm sure they don't mind."

The women smiled with her eyes closed. Her mouth stretched into a beautiful innocent smile. "Thank you."

The four continued their conversations, getting to know each other even more. They learned that one of the reasons Akaashi became well known because of fan fictions spoken about him for his good looks and mysterious vibe. They also learned that Kuroo knows nearly everything that's going on around his area.

The four laughed, well mostly chuckled from the previous joke that the writer tried to make. "I don't think jokes looks good on you, Akaashi."

Clueless, Akaashi stared with an emotionless face of his towards the duo-colored hair. "Is it that bad? If so, I should stay on the poetic lane. I used to dream of becoming a comedian. But I was told that I'm terrible at it back then."

"I think you're really good with words, Akaashi-san. But you should try to express more expression when doing your actions. I'm sure that will help." The girl said as she took a sip of her warm drink.

Each questions led to another, before a certain interesting question came before hand.

"I don't really own anything that really belongs to me in the company. But I do own my own car. It's my pride and joy. I wasn't really allowed to work on my own. My parents are too prideful for that." Bokuto responded. "But, I do wish to have experience on my own before continuing this large company that my parents will leave to me."

"I see. That's exactly what my parents told me back then. I wasn't really able to have freedom that way." She nodded in understanding.

"Himitsu-san, if it's alright to ask. Are you perhaps the one that currently owns the Himitsu Corps? News spread like wildfire when Himitsu Ging was replaced. Not to be rude or anything, but he was a very disrespectful man and a money-craving man. A mad man, perhaps. So, many were glad that his rulings were over." Kuroo had a stern look on his face. He was serious and he wanted to know what she's doing here.

"First of, yes. Secondly, my father is a mad man. He wants me to continue the job since I was potential and knows how to make many and use them. My company uses a high artificial intelligence that requires many parts and many money to build on. I shouldn't be telling you any of this, but since you look serious I will gladly spill."

"An A.I weapon, perhaps?" Kuroo continued.

"Yes."

—

Later then, Kuroo and Akaashi went to grab drinks from the bar, instead of asking the servants. Since they felt bad because of the people around them were screaming and shouting for the servants to help them. Leaving Bokuto and Himitsu behind.

"Himitsu-san, if its alright to ask, how old are you exactly when you were told to take your father's position?" Bokuto asked.

"I was 20 back then. It's been a year since I held that position. I have never felt so tired my whole life." She replied.

The two eyes gazed each other before capturing each of their beautiful gaze, getting lost to each other. The two were silent and frozen as the two continued to observe each others eyes. The atmosphere between them dropped, making it heavy and sensual.

Himitsu snapped out of trance before coughing. Hearing this made Bokuto realized what he just did, making him smile in respond. "Are you in a relationship, Himitsu-san?"

"...No, I'm not actually."

"Are you perhaps free tomorrow evening?"

"I'm not sure, but I'll make time if you want..."

"I'm quite interested of you. I really would like us to get to know each other even more."

She sat there quietly. Before standing up and sit on the chair right beside him. "I as well, Bokuto-san."

"You're quite the respectful and charming man. Call me crazy, but I feel some sort of connection." She said. Her fingers fidgeting in embarrassment as she told the truth.

Bokuto reached over her palm before caressing it slowly. "I do too. Never in my life have I felt like this."

"I really like you." The two said at the same time. The two looked at each other before turning away from each other.

"LADIES AND GENTLEMEN, THE EVENT WILL START IN JUST FIVE MINUTES."

"I guess I should leave and walk back to my table. Thank you for all of your companies." She bowed. She stood up, making Bokuto stand up as well.

"I see... Are you still up for dinner, tomorrow? I know somewhere really nice we could grab a bite." Bokuto spoke.

"Of course. I won't miss a chance of it. Here's my number, let me know when, where it will be. Let Kuroo-san and Akaashi-san know that I'll be heading back to my table. Have a nice evening, Bokuto-san." Himitsu said before walking closer towards him and stole a small kiss from him. Her fingers trailing over his tux before reaching over to hug him. The two leaned back before Bokuto kissed the back of her palm. "It's wonderful to meet you, Himitsu-san."

"It sure is, Koutarou." She said with a small smile, before walking over the crowded table behind them, confidently. He looked over her fine back before leading them towards her bottom.

"Damn..."

She turned slightly and gave a small wink.

"What a fine lady."

He sat on his previous seat and slicked his hair back, before Akaashi and Kuroo got back holding five cups. What was weird is that beside Kuroo stood a male in black tux with a slight dyed blonde hair. Tying some of the hair up into a man bun, leaving the others flow down and reached his neck. What's interesting was that he had a sharp gold eyes similar to Kuroo.

"Kozume Kenma. Nice to meet you."

—

Bokuto told the two mans that the girl left to go back to her table, not knowing exactly where she was going. She slowly walked while talking over her earpiece.

"TSUYA, change my car ownership to Bokuto Koutarou. Fill his bank account twice of the price of the car."

"As you wish, (l/n) (y/n). HimiTSU YAmi at your service."

Smiling over the thought of him, she then spoke to the com. "Strike in count of three."

"Roger Pluto." A female spoke back.

"...one..."

"...two..."

"...three..."

Back to the main building. the lights were shut down and large gasp and shouts were heard across the room. Securities rushing around the room trying to keep many as calm as possible. The lights were back on before it goes out of control.

"What just happened?"

"Was that a joke?"

"Were the electricity jammed? I thought this place is one of a kind!"

Many complained. Some even asked the securities of the boss whereabouts. All of a sudden a sudden scream came.

"Where's my necklace?! It was supposed to be bid later on! Did you took it?!" A large shout from a woman could be heard across the room. The woman pointed her fingers out to the MC. "This place is getting worse and worse!"

Bokuto unknowingly reached over his car keys, ready to leave this place. Realizing it wasn't his particular fine black key, instead a fine gold key with a tag on it that says 'Thanks for the car :)'. He knew she was playing him. This really brought his attention.

"I'm leaving. Nice meeting you three. Come to my place and we'll continue our talks."

The three replied before leaving to their places as well, not wanting to be in this chaotic mess.

Bokuto stared over his car park only to find a piece of paper. "This girl, I swear."

Looking over the paper, a smile went towards his face, before he laughed. "You are a really interesting girl, Himitsu Yami. Or should I say (l/n) (y/n)."

『I'm still up for dinner. Call me ;)
— (l/n) (y/n)
P.S take that car beside you. Keep it if you want.
your pride and joy will either stay with me
or you just have to convince me. Love you. 』

The women rode his car under the dark sky. She took a wiff and sighed happily. "His scent is so nice."

"A successful night, with mountains of trash and riches to be thrown and given." She smiled as she wore her black sunglasses, driving in a very high speed. Speeding over the highway with that custom sleek black Lamborghini he owns.

"Soon enough, the truth will be spilled and that horrendous event will be done for."

"Koutarou... I'll meet you soon."

—

The next morning, it was told that nearly every precious things belonged in the League was stolen with no evidence what so ever. It was a big news. The League had lost nearly their bank account. Falling into a huge bankrupt. The owner truthfully said that, "I must truthfully explain that this disastrous event was not planned this way. Although, the things we sold were not the actual price. We sold all of those things that were probably worth trashcan. Wishing that the members will sell their millions and bid their belongings to attract attention. I sincerely apologize."

The truth was spilled. The night of the dinner came. Bokuto invited her after texting her the place and time. He waited at the private space, before the door snapped open. Clacking of the heels on the cold marble floor were echoed over the room.

Bokuto turned over and saw her walking towards him. "Nice to meet you, (l/n) (y/n). You look dashing as always."

"Now, you need to explain everything to me, love."