Chapter 43
The moon's past, the leader's orders
Mikazuki Munechika lifted a strand of his long hair, then let go, allowing the hair to fall from his fingertips. His aura was dim, and even the crescent moon in his eyes seemed somewhat lonely.
Outside the window was endless moonlight, and at the same time, my body lost the strength to fight, just like a weak child, powerless.
He stared blankly at his hands, his beautiful eyes unfocused, as a soft little hand grasped his fingers, and the warmth of its owner emanated from him.
Sensing Mikazuki Munechika's subtle emotions, Fuyuki took his hand and shook it, his bright black eyes fixed intently on him.
Mikazuki Munechika, feeling helpless, squatted down, his long, deep blue hair cascading down, making him even more beautiful.
This beauty, however, stems from a twisted obsession.
"Give me a hug, it's okay."
Dongshu raised her arms and wrapped them around his body, snuggling close and giving him a big, obedient hug.
Her long hair touched her arm, a smooth and soft touch. She gently embraced her, gently stroked her, and gently rubbed against her.
Elegant, with an innate air of nobility.
Mikazuki Munechika's dirty, chaotic, and unbearable past was captured by a tiny net and locked in a box in a cramped corner.
Fierce, lustful, angry—those faces made up the man he once was.
Stripped of the power to fight, this tsukumogami cannot even lift its own sword, as weak as a dodder vine and as helpless as a puppet.
With a forceful imprint of spiritual power on his core, every refusal was futile, and all his resistance was suppressed.
Those sensations were sticky and wet, utterly disgusting...
The indelible mark, extending to this moment, is a past he cannot forget.
He needed to be accommodating and gentle, so a perfect smile was etched onto his face.
To make him indistinguishable between male and female, his long hair cascaded down his back.
He was made as weak as a willow branch, so that he would lose his strength at night and be unable to pick up a sword.
He was forced to change his language habits because those were the parts that were disliked and abandoned, yet he remained calm and elegant, with an innate air of nobility.
The initial approach was to remove the unnecessary, keep the feasible, and add what was desired, solely for one's own selfish desires.
Simply because he possesses a beauty that no one can deny.
That's something that rats in the shadows love, and there's nothing wrong with it.
The beautiful and powerful being that everyone yearns for is exploited by the weak, giving the hearts hidden in the shadows a strange pleasure.
Such an ugly heart, filled with twisted thoughts, is disgusting.
And around him, warm and intimate, pure and vibrant, is his master.
Unlike the Saniwa appointed by the political climate, this was his own choice.
He had never been so certain, so clear-headed.
She wrapped her arms around him, her small, warm body enveloped in his embrace, as if she were holding the whole world.
His own choice, his, his master's.
*
Fuyuki listened to Rum's report with a bored expression, his face propped up on his hand. The lengthy content was tedious and uninteresting, but the precise numbers had a hypnotic effect on him.
"...The research team has invested an additional 400 million yen, but according to the latest report, there has been no new progress in the experiment..."
"The operations team spent a total of 236,653,214 yen in public funds this year, while the intelligence team spent 2,635,997,455 yen in public funds..."
The right to reimburse expenses at public expense is reserved for members with code names.
Dongshu quietly did the math and was pleasantly surprised to find that everyone was actually quite frugal, after all—
"The gun transaction earned 1,023,697,643 yen, and the AS transaction yielded 56,321,497 yen..."
The Black Organization has many ways to make money, and most of them involve large transactions.
As the boss of the Black Organization, who lacks nothing but money, the last thing she needs to worry about is the organization's finances.
After reviewing the intelligence group's public expenditures, Fuyuki glanced at the second-in-command who was diligently giving his report.
A wicked idea flashed through her mind, and she interrupted him, saying slowly, "Rum, tell me, why is the intelligence group using so much public money?"
Her expression was nonchalant, her tone meaningful, and her eyes held a curious look, like a child who had suddenly remembered a question and was asking it directly to an elder.
The intelligence group is now in the head of Rum.
The target of the attack is clearly identified.
Rum paused for a moment, but his expression remained unchanged as he answered naturally, "Intelligence gatherings inevitably involve visits to expensive venues. The entrance fees, clothing costs, and food expenses are all considerable. There are also necessary bribes to maintain relationships with various parties and to cultivate connections, all of which require money. Some missions also require cultivating a certain image over a long period of time..."
He listed several aspects one after another, appearing quite accustomed to these expenses.
Dongshu tapped the wooden table rhythmically with his fingers, listened for a while, then lowered his dark eyes: "No. From now on, everyone in the intelligence team will have a limit on their public expense reimbursements, and we will refuse to spend money recklessly."
She blinked, as if she were venting her anger on her elders.
"If I keep spending like this, I won't even be able to eat cake anymore."
She nodded her chin as if recalling something, then shook her head slightly: "I remember a certain code name agent reported a meal that was clearly personal expense as a mission requirement, which was really too much."
"You can't waste the organization's money; you have to be a thrifty and good child."
"Hey, what do you think, Rum?"
The words struck Rum's heart like a heavy hammer.
Fuyuki slightly raised her chin, a strange smile curving her lips.
Rum bowed his head: "Yes, I understand."
Fuyuki looked at the blonde woman standing quietly to the side.
Vermouth chuckled, clearly recognizing who the codename referred to. Her expression remained calm and natural: "Of course, my boss."
Seeing that the two were so sensible, Fuyuki took out a document.
"Leave your reports behind. Now, we need to deal with something."
She shook the object in her hand: "I heard that the stand-up comedy group has been a bit unstable lately, which makes me very unhappy."
"Whether it's guns, jewels, or the lives of the lowest of the low, none of these can be taken away at will; they are our wealth."
The young boss muttered slowly, yet as the boss of a colossal black-clad organization, she had the confidence to say such things.
Fuyuki's eyes were dark. She calmed down and slowly threw out three more rules.
"Absolutely obey the leader's orders."
One must not betray the organization.
If attacked, the retaliation must be doubled.
"These are the three new regulations."
Fuyuki brazenly took the rules from a Mafia neighboring country and used them for himself.
This is a notification.
Her black hair fell down, obscuring her dark eyes. Her fingers loosened, and papers scattered on the ground, fluttering about casually yet decisively.
"Under attack..." Fuyuki stated his command simply, "Vermouth, Rum, three days. I want to see results."
His tone carried an undeniable forcefulness.
The unpredictable little leader had no one to complain about.
Faced with this sudden order, Rum and Vermouth had no choice but to accept it, even without any preparation.
Fuyuki began to drive the two away; she no longer wanted to waste any more time.
"Alright, you can go now. Go home and get some sleep!"
The child's innocent charm made the words feel warm, but the two, who hadn't had a drop of water all day, felt a chill.
They bowed their heads, ending the brief meeting.
Leave this house.
Even in the dead of night, even when hungry, even in the forest, staying overnight is not permitted.
Vermouth swept her hair behind her shoulder, exuding charm: "Rum, what do you think of this mission?"
Rum, who was temporarily traveling with him, kept his eyes straight ahead and simply walked forward, saying, "We'll have to wait and see."
Vermouth smiled and said, "Really? Such high praise..."
To this little boss.
A glint of shrewdness flashed in the woman's eyes.
The moonlight shone on two migrant workers hurrying along their way in the dead of night. The night was cool, and I silently mourned for them as they were about to begin their work.
[Author's Note]
Bungo Stray Dogs
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