«Here we are.»

Nina's voice woke you from your temporary thoughts, as you sat next to her in the car. She had offered to accompany you for that important date and for the occasion, you were absolutely flawless.

«Are you ready, Reira?» You hated when she called you with that name, she still treated you like you were this person and not the real you «This evening will be decisive. Contact me when you're done...good luck.»

You nodded silently and before getting out of the car, you took a small, but important bag with you...if things turned in your favor, the object inside would be very useful.

«What if it wasn't enough to kill him?» You gave the cold-eyed woman another look with your deceptive appearance, yet showing discomfort in what you were about to do. But unlike you, Nina was quite calm.

«It will be enough, if you do it right. That's why you'll have to get as close to him as possible.»

You didn't ask any more questions and finally, you put your foot out of the car. You didn't turn around again and there, Nina made a quick call to someone.

«It's me. Everything is going as planned. She doesn't suspect anything, she believed everything I told her...»

The mature voice on the phone listened to the blonde carefully with a grin plastered under his gray mustache; she interrupted the conversation for herself when a black car stopped next to her.

«He's here too. I'll keep you updated, sir.»

Nina broke off contact and left the place without a trace. Everything depended on you now and if you did it right, she would finally have the satisfaction of seeing that man dead forever.

Along with his Devil gene.

• ● •

When you crossed the threshold of that luxurious restaurant, the waiter kindly accompanied you to the table, reserved in another room. Kazuya hadn't arrived yet and the wait made you more nervous and hot, maybe it was a bad idea to keep your hair down...

Later, you saw a large figure appear against the light.

«Here is your reserved table, Mr. Mishima.» The waiter announced to the new arrival and you stood up from your seat. Despite his constant frowning, Kazuya looked like the richest gentleman in the world.

«Don't like what you see?» You asked when saw him in a smart black suit and a long jacket, which he took off later «I thought you liked red...»

Kazuya studied your appearance, you weren't wearing a dress like the other times, but a red lace top and a black skirt above the knee, as the rest of your skin was covered by the mass of black hair; you were beautiful if not stunning, but he chose not to reveal that and tried not to make it too obvious by taking his gaze away from you.

«Mpf, good thing I didn't choose the main room, it would have been boring to kill everyone.» Kazuya replied after taking a seat in front of you, crossing fingers under chin; by now, you expected him to be jealous of you, but hearing that made you smile in satisfaction, that means Kazuya was really into you.

Later, the waiter came to take your orders, watching you chatting like a couple of lovers; to your surprise, it wasn't bad and when you spoke, Kazuya listened attentively to everything you said with a clear expression, until it was your turn to ask a question.

«And you? Why you didn't get married?» That was a personal one and you weren't sure he would answer; but if Jin was really his son, then there must have been an important woman in his life.

«I'm not. She died many years ago.» Kazuya said in a stern tone and without adding anything else, he wiped his mouth with a napkin. Now you knew why Jin approached you, he wanted to avenge his mother's death.

«I understand what you feel, I've lost loved ones too.» You looked down at your plate, stopping eating «But I'll never forget my family, for anything in the world...»

You had let go of your feelings too easily, talking about yourself too much, but Kazuya didn't seem affected by that, maybe he had killed too many people to stop and think about it...you wondered if a man like him had ever suffered before.

«You have the face of someone seeking justice.» He chuckled suddenly and you thought he was making fun of you «But if you want something, you must take it for yourself...or live in regret forever.»

It was strangely funny that the same person you were supposed to kill was suggesting you to do that...you didn't stop looking him in the eyes and your charm definitely reached the other, because Kazuya rested an elbow on the table with a mocking expression.

«But I can make an exception for a beauty and think about it myself, if you want.»

You looked at him with wide eyes and the older man smirked in amusement. You couldn't understand what the hell was going on with him and so, you stayed on guard just to be safe.

«...you have a terrible way of courting, you know that?» You said, paying attention to your glass just to realize it was no longer full.

But soon, Kazuya thought of pouring it for you.

«...and you have a terrible way of denying it.» He retorted, stopping you from seeing that captivating look Kazuya had and causing you to shiver in front of it. You didn't know why you reacted like this, maybe it was his crimson eye that bewitched you, letting you fall into his deceptive game...

But, what if it wasn't and he was getting serious?

«I'm tired of being here.» Just then, Kazuya stood up, tired of spending the rest of the evening eating «Let's move elsewhere.»

After paying for the expensive dinner, you followed him to the exit of the restaurant thinking about where the two of you could go.

«Uhm, why don't we go to the mountains?» You dared to ask behind his back, not knowing what his preference was «I know a beautiful place–»

«I hate mountains.» Kazuya cut off your words with an extremely serious tone, definitely he wasn't the type to ask for a walk. Instead, he headed towards his car, where his personal driver was missing.

«So, you knew how to drive...» You raised an eyebrow, moving some hair over your shoulder at the same time; Kazuya let out a loud chuckle and seemed to encourage you to listen, so as not to make him get tired sooner than expected.

«There are many things you don't know about me.» He said before getting into the black car, exceeding your confidence. For your part, when you joined him, you kept to argue easily.

«What if I want to see them all?»

Kazuya had to admit your attitude was tougher than expected and that certainly didn't bother him. You were about to tread on a dangerous ground without knowing it, or just enough to have him totally in your grasp...too bad this man knew how to be more difficult than expected.

«What will happens, is up to you.» When he started the engines, Kazuya charged at an impressive speed that made you grab the handle promptly. He was testing you, seeing how far you would go...

Meanwhile, you clutched your purse nervously, without knowing your next destination.

«I hope to do it.»

You were lost in your long thoughts, too much to see the reflection of a familiar silhouette in your side mirror...

• ● •

A few meters from the car, Ling Xiaoyu was standing there, watching the young, beautiful woman leaving with that terrible man.

«Ooh so it's true, things are gettin' serious with that chick...» Also Hwoarang had seen everything, after reaching his friend. Yet, the atmosphere was quite tense and when the Chinese girl tried to call you on the phone again, you didn't answer.

«W-what the hell's going on with Y/n? Why doesn't she answer me?!» She yelled in a worried tone after you hadn't replied since the afternoon; the Korean boy tried to explain, maybe you were busy with work, but Ling knew too well that you weren't there.

«Maybe she's not well...what if we go and visit her at home?»

The black-tailed girl looked at him with shining eyes and for his part, Hwoarang was damn tired of chasing Kazuya and meddling in his affairs anyway...

«You need to ask me? Let's go!» The red-haired boy raised his fist enthusiastically and later, they reached your apartment. Of course, the door was closed, but it was no problem for Ling to walk through it, literally.

«Y/n will kill ya for this.» She ignored the warning and crossed into the dark area of ​​the living room, being careful not to break anything; when Hwoarang turned on the light, they found a lot of things scattered on the table, including a strange card.

«What's that bitch's name doing here?!» The boy made a confused expression when read Nina Williams' name on the piece of paper, hoping she had nothing to do with you; but unfortunately, the surprises didn't end there and Ling opened a box containing dress-up stuff.

«T-this is—!» Suddenly, she immediately recognized the dress Reira was wearing in the picture «I don't understand...why is this here?»

At that point, the picture of things became clear and Hwoarang looked at her suspiciously. Ling wasn't sure yet, but the only way to remove this doubt was to talk to you directly...

The problem was, when would this be possible and what would have been the outcome of that unexpected night.