Hi hi!

So, this chapter ended up planned to be super long.

It's so long that I had to break it up into two parts.

I've yet to finish up part 2, but I'm trying to make weekly updates, so yeah. This'll probably be my longest story yet, I have a lot more chapters with a lot more shit to cover.

Much fun.

Also, I can't feel my fingers.

much much fun.

Any who, enough of that, you're not here for the author's notes!

ONWARDS!

When one worked with a more-or-less illegal group, you expect to be doing some shady crap.

For example, a normal day within team Yoru, from the primary source of Valefor, involved thievery, infiltration, and a whole lot of blackmail.

One thing you don't find on that list, however, is wearing a dress.

But, of course, it being Kuro's shit luck, of course her first legit "mission" would end up with four guys turning her into a barbie doll.

"I won't do it."

"This isn't a request." Vale threw back, all five of them sitting at the table.

"This will be our only chance to see what's going on," Shax reasoned, or at least, attempted to do so, "And, last I checked, this is the type of job that you'd perform with best."

Kuro didn't trust herself to speak, rather scowling at the picture and information on the table. The picture was familiar, a shot of their not-too-friendly and not-too-old neighbor. Honestly, with all the white vampire make-up he wore and the purple eyeliner he seemed to adore, he looked like a creepier version of Kefka.

If that was possible, I guess.

Vale had trusted her to pick up any information on the demon, an incubus by the name of Nyryth, but all she ever got word of were his, ugh, "other-worldly" parties.

It made it very hard to sleep at night when she was stuck at her apartment.

"We don't know when he'll be having another party like this," Vale sighed, throwing down a few more papers that looked like his own handwritten notes, "And since it'll be in a different hotel, it'll be very hard for them to assume that his neighbors had anything to do with it."

"I still don't see why it's important to crash THIS party in THIS sort of fashion."

"Nyryth is a close friend and worker with Kroni, a toss away detail I'm sure you've both picked up." Shax murmured, a hand holding up his chin as he looked over everything, looking like a mob boss planning the next raid, which he technically was, "Anything going on in that group, he'll know."

"This is a lot of shit we're doing to avenge just one guy," Kuro murmured, before mentally slapping herself for how discourteous she sounded, "I don't mean to be an asshole or anything, but still, you must have one hell of a grudge to go this far."

"We are more than capable to deal with the weight of our actions," Vale scoffed, "You're only here to help carry it out."

"Well shit, no need to go that far." Kuro grumbled, sinking back into her chair. Her position in this whole team was odd, for lack of better word.

She was technically a team member, Shax made that much obvious, but when it came to Vale, he treated her more like a child he was forced to babysit.

But hey, when you think about it, he wasn't wrong. Kuro was the child of the team, it made sense for the smart "I don't have time to deal with this nonsense" guy to be irritated with the aimless demon that was herself.

"Furthermore," Shax went on, daring anyone to speak out against him, "I'll have Abraxas on the roof, as per usual."

"Yay." He grinned, looking happier with the cake in front of him rather than the order, "Do I get another slice if I just agree?"

"Yes."

"Yay!"

"Also," Shax said, deeming his brother no longer worthy of his attention, "Vale will be another party goer, making sure everything goes as planned."

"Is it wise for me to be working out in the field?" Vale questioned, "It might be a bit more tactical for me to stay behind and work the monitors and communication."

"I'll be working those today." Shax insisted, "There will be no need for a Bloodborne tactic, but we will need people on the ground. I do hope that works for you, old friend."

"As if there was any room to try to weasel out." Vale scowled, looking more irritated as time went on.

"Last but not least, Zagan will be the planter, as well as the bodyguard to our esteemed guest," Shax said, eyes flickering to Kuro, "Lady Xenieth Vilinelin."

"That's a succubus name." Kuro said, eyes narrowing, before it struck her, "It's gonna be one of 'those' parties, isn't it?"

"I'm sure that you'll be more than capable of pulling such an act off." Vale insisted.

"Valefor, you'll be operating under your usual incubi name." Shax said.

"Naturally."

"Zagan, since we had to stage a murder for your last identity, you'll be Eorix Wharnil."

"That's doable." Zagan murmured.

"Hold up," Kuro murmured, slowly but surely realizing that there was no real way out of this, "We can get all the fake names we want, hell, we can call Vale Sir Unicorn or Twilight Sparkle-."

"I don't even want to know."

"-It won't matter if the names aren't on the guest list. Rifter party or not, if it's this important like you claim, they won't let just any fake succubi and incubi in."

"A good thing we took the liberty to make sure the names will be on the list." Shax murmured, a smirk on his face. He knew what she was trying to do, but it didn't hurt to humor her, just for a bit.

"How'd you do that? Murder the original demons?" Kuro asked, twisting her ring around her finger as she hoped she could buy enough time to figure out how to get out of this,

"No, we're not that barbaric," Vale stepped in, laughing humorlessly, "I went in three weeks prior to ensure we had a spot, or someone who liked me enough to give us a spot. My incubi identity is good friends with a member of Nyryth's clique, it wasn't hard to infiltrate."

"Hey, that rhymed."

"Stop trying to change the subject." Vale and Shax said together, both giving her a hard look.

All the while, Zagan snickered, "There's no way out of this one, Xenieth." he said, slowly walking over towards the doorway, leaning on the wall.

"Kiss my ass, you fucking brute." Kuro hissed, giving the nearly laughing Abraxas a look that made him quickly shut up, "There is no way that you'll get me into that."

"How much are you willing to bet?" Shax asked, smirk stretching into a sly line, before he snapped his fingers, Zagan hitting the lights.

"Abraxas, have I ever told you how much I fucking hate you?"

"Have I ever told you to cut your damn nails?" Abraxas scowled, looking up his forearms, "It stings like a bitch."

"I feel the same with my pride." Kuro grumbled, looking herself over in the mirror.

During the fun game of sudden blackout, Abraxas had taken the confusion as a chance of dragging Kuro into what looked to be a closet, if the swinging light bulb was any sort of indication.

Who knows, maybe it was Abraxas' happy space.

She looked down at the skimpy dress with disgust. It was short, and while she hated long dresses for how hard it was to run in them, it didn't help when you ran and were forced to keep pulling down the skirt, for fear that someone saw your panties.

It was also a very flashy and very eye-catching light pink, like that one teenage girl trying to get the attention of older guys because...You know, she never did understand why.

"How does someone blend in while wearing something like this?" Kuro growled, tugging angrily at her now straightened hair, "This isn't natural, it's making my ears twitch!"
"In that case, we should do this more often," Abraxas said, grinning before pushing the door open.

Kuro hissed from the sudden overflow of light, eyes narrowing as she adjusted, only to nearly laugh, a hand covering her mouth

In the meeting room, Vale stood on top of a tall step stool, dressed like the typical party-going incubi. He had a bright and flashy purple vest over a pink dress shirt, with what looked to be bell bottom pants and white shoes on as well.

But, the part that made Kuro nearly snicker was how Vale had to stand on the stepstool to do Zagan's hair.

The brute looked like Cobra Bubbles from Lilo and Stitch, looking like a CIA agent or bouncer. The only difference was, instead of being allowed to remain bald, Vale was hard at work to make a sad muffin-like cake of blond hair work from the muscle.

"Yo, 1970's called, they want their pants back." Kuro grinned, giving the two a look, "Also, I knew I'd be getting a bodyguard, but who would have known it would be rich uncle Fester?"

"You're not funny, no one gets whatever you're trying so hard to reference." Vale said without hesitation, "Also, you look just as bad as we do."

"Well, sorry for trying to be the laughter to your buzzkill." Kuro muttered, sitting down at the chair, Abraxas doing the same.

He looked around for a bit, scratching the back of his head, "Where did Shax go?"

"He's setting up shop in his reading corner." Vale sighed, stepping off of the ladder with his hands up, as if the wig were going to fall at any given moment, only to sigh with relief when it didn't, "He wants us to leave within the next fifteen minutes."

"That remind me," Abraxas murmured, before taking something out of his pocket. It was small with little shape to it, looking the same color as flesh, "Won't she need one of these?"

"It's been taken care of." Vale insisted, before tossing Kuro something.

She caught it, looking the tiny device over, "...What's with mystery item number 1?"

"It's an earpiece," Vale said, as if it was the most obvious thing in the world, before taking one out of his pocket, shoving it into his ear, "How else will we be able to communicate with Shax?"

"This is turning into some real spy bullshit, just saying." Kuro mumbled, pushing the item into her ear, before nodding, "Anything else I'll need?"

Vale nodded to Abraxas, who seemed to produce a small shoulder bag out of nowhere, "Under no circumstance are you allowed to be away from this bag." Vale said, his voice sounding like Shax but, honestly, holding little to no authority over her.

"And why is that, boss man?" Kuro asked childishly.

Vale looked as if he was going to say something, only to stop, seeming as if he were deep in thought, "I'll inform you on it on the way; Shax says it's go time."

As they approached the large building's entrance, Kuro clutched the bag closely to her.

No wonder they said to keep it close. If shit went down, it was the only thing that would ensure that she got out alive.

Early on, Abraxas had split off from the group, saying he was going to set up where he could work the best as eyes.

When they got closer, slowly but surely blending into the mob of other demons crowding in to get something tonight, she found it a bit uncomfortable to walk in without Abraxas.

He was the only one (besides Zagan who turned out to be an odd sort of sweetheart with more muscle than brain) that was genuinely nice to her.

Shax treated everything like a sort of business transaction, like his own personal game. He wasn't an asshole, far from it, but there was a very fine line of friend and friendly boss that Kuro didn't think she was welcomed to step over.

Then, there was Vale.

He was an asshole, treating her like a stupid child. Whenever he said something, he made sure to be slow, explaining even the most basic things until Kuro insisted that she understood. He treated her like a chore.

She was snapped from her thoughts when the three walked into two bouncers, each with shoulder spans wide enough to keep most of the light from inside the party inside.

"Names?" One asked, giving them a look, while the other held out a clipboard.

"I'm Surith Braxtar," Vale said, formally introducing himself, before reaching out to grab Kuro's hand, much to her displeasure, "This is my soon to be sister-in-law, Xenieth Vilinelin."

She was partly glad that he'd said her name, possibly forgetting a few letters every now and then, but that didn't stop her from squeezing her nails into Vale's hand, a toothy smile on her face.

That's what he got for trying to act a bit too Shax-like.

"This is her personal assistant, Eorix Wharnil." Vale finally said, gesturing to Zagan, who seemed to growl in greeting.

Kuro gulped when the one holding the clipboard gave them a look, eyes narrowed, "You're not on the list."

To this, Vale laughed, making Kuro wonder if her insanity had finally worn off on him, "Of course not, we're on that special set."

To this, the other bouncer's eyes widened, "You're that Surith?"

"The one and only."

"Ah, yes, of course. Saleos will be hosting a more personal party on the second floor." He said, before the two stepped to the side.

Kuro took one last breathe of the tranquil air, wondering if that would be her last, before following Vale inside, doing her best to resist the urge to kick him in the back of his heels.

Abraxas kicked down the last door, sniper strung over his back, before surveying his area. It was not much of a difference from his spot on the bar, a decent vantage point, and due to the large windows in the building, it was easy to track the action without a scope.

Not that he'd ever use one.

He set the sniper up on the roof, lying down so that he looked like any other burlap sack that resided on the roof, before pressing his ear piece twice, "Cyan, in position."

"I want eyes on the second floor." He heard Shax say, voice loud, annoying, and clear, "How are we, Mauve?"

"Alive and well, going to checkpoint." Vale growled through the com, "I knew it would be crowded, but this is getting ridiculous."

"What's with all the stupid code names?" Abraxas nearly laughed at the sound of Kuro's voice, seeing through the window how she seemed very uncomfortable being ogled by the incubi she passed, "I feel like I should be calling Shax Alpha 1 soon."

"Do we have eyes on the target?" Vale asked, Abraxas snickering at how they ignored Kuro, "I'd like to spend as little time down here as possible."

"Yep, we've got the target on the second floor." Abraxas murmured, eyes narrowing before slipping on his shades. What most didn't know was that the lens was yellow for a reason; X-ray vision.

Of course, demons usually have above average eyesight, at least, compared to humans. But, with the stolen gift, it was like having built-in scopes that could see through walls, skin, you name it.

"He's in a room alone, do I engage?"

"No, do not fire." Came Shax's demanding voice, "We don't know what kind of cameras could be on him, or if he's being staged there. Besides, we still need to know what he knows."

"After that, then I get to bust in some heads, right?" Zagan said lowly, his tone and voice kept in check as to not attract too much attention.

"We will go through with this as planned," Shax murmured, "In the event that communication goes down or we get uncovered, that's when we panic."

"Roger roger, going dark." Abraxas murmured, turning off the feed, before popping and ear bud into his free ear, chuckling darkly, "I can't wait for things to go to shit."

"It's all going to shit."

"Calm down," Vale murmured, pushing his way through the crowd. Kuro walked not too far behind him, Zagan acting as a sort of wall to keep away as many touchy incubi as possible.

It didn't do much, but it did help, "that is the fifth time that someone ran a hand down my leg! And I don't even know how they got that damn close!"

"Calm down and don't worry about it," Vale said lowly, just under the hum of the music, "The sooner we get what we need, the sooner we can leave."

"Whatever you say." Kuro murmured, looking around with disgust. The place reminded her of a flashy nightclub...Well, okay, to be fair, that's kinda what it was.

Pink and white dance lights came from above, while a lot of the floor looked illuminated by light blues and oranges.

In short, if she stared at one area for too long, she was sure she was going to have a seizure, "Are you sure we're going in the right direction?"

Vale looked like he was going to say something, when he stopped, frozen.

Kuro would have thought that he was being a dick, only to have Zagan grab her shoulder, "A1, we need to abort. He's here and heading up the staircase."

Kuro was about to snicker at the name, before Vale suddenly spun to face her, shaking his head, "No, we will not leave. We're this close."

"Well, what do you plan to do?" Zagan said lowly, "Even I'm not dumb enough to think we could make it past him."

"Anyone wanna clue me in?" Kuro asked, making a face.

Finally, Vale sighed, "...A1, what do you say we do?"

"...Red."

With that, Vale scowled, before looking to Zagan, "We're on our own for this; you go plant the devices. After that, get out of the building and rendezvous with Cyan."

Zagan nodded, before waddling off into the crowd, slowly but surely disappearing.

Kuro sniffled, tracing a fake tear down her cheek, "We lost a brave soldier today-."

"Be silent and dance with me." Vale murmured, sounding no happier with this situation than she looked.

Before she could protest, Vale held her close, like, hand-on-ass close, "Struggle and you risk giving us away."

"Well maybe if you explained yourself before doing it, like a gentleman, we wouldn't have to worry about me doing something like that, huh?" Kuro growled lowly.

"In that case, I do hope you'll shut up and listen, this is the only chance I'll get to fill you in." Vale murmured, looking around once again, before clearing his throat.

"There is an old enemy of ours here. He goes by the name of Malmor Hiems, also known as the mob boss Winter." Vale murmured, Kuro trying not to make it too obvious that his face was way too close to her own, "If he is here, there is a chance that this whole operation is compromised, and if he spots me or Zagan, no one will leave this place alive."

"Doesn't explain why you're treating me like your unlucky prom date." Kuro scowled.

"Is it not obvious? We're surrounded by demons of lust, most of which would have noticed us sticking out by now, but if we stay this close, there is little chance for anyone to overhear us." He then quickly added, "Don't worry, this is as uncomfortable for me as it is for you."

"Glad to know that we can finally agree on something." Kuro murmured.

"Now then, to get up those stairs..." Vale sighed, looking around, before a grin stretched across his face. Kuro could tell immediately, possibly because of the fact that he didn't know how to smile, "Ah, Saleos, is that you?" He asked, waving down someone else.

It was at this moment that she realized just how manipulative this alter ego of Vale could be.

Kuro followed right behind, partly due to the growing fear of being left behind in the crowd, "Surith? I didn't know you'd be able to make it!" The demon, Saleos she guessed, clasped hands with Vale, who wore that same smile that was slowly but surely beginning to get on her nerves, "Are you here for the bids upstairs?"

"Indeed, I hope you don't mind my sister-in-law accompanying us." Vale said, his hands landing square on Kuro's shoulders, making her nearly drop her handbag.

"I don't mind one bit." Saleos grinned, sending her a wink, before leading a way through the crowd. Kuro noticed that most of the demons there seemed to retreat from this new guy, some whispering as they watched the group move through the crowd.

"He's well known amongst the incubi crowd," Vale said, practically dragging Kuro along behind him, his hand gripping hers too tightly it might have begun to turn purple, "Which is why he holds their respect. But, albeit, you can't have everything. He's nearly deaf."

"Well doesn't that just sound convenient?" Kuro murmured, looking around to make sure there was no one to overhear her, before murmuring, "And to think, you can make nice-nice with some nice-nice demons."

"Oh, not in the slightest. He's wanted for the kidnapping of many royal children." Vale murmured, causing Kuro's grip to tighten, "I'm sure that you know of their use, so I won't go into it; but if you think that the common Rifter living on the streets is bad, I hope you're ready for it to get a heck of a lot worse."

Kuro stayed silent, going from cautious to painfully careful, taking in every detail on the guy, unsure when he'd go from funny-looking party goer to insane incubi, "I still don't see how we'll ever get out of this place."

"That's Zagan's part of the plan." Vale said, only to huff when he noticed she didn't get it, "That's right, you got dragged into Shax's closet. Well, Zagan is in charge of planting the tickers-."

"Woah, woah, time out, hold up!" Kuro said, almost a bit too loud. She gave sheepish grins to the ones that could hear her over the music and commotions, before giving Vale a look, "Warn me before you drop a word like that. Damn, dude, have some decency."

Vale gave her a look, before shaking his head, his frown turning into a line of irritation, "I said TICKERS. As in bombs."

"Oh...Okay, that makes a bit more sense." Kuro said sheepishly, before Saleos pulled their attention back to him.

"So, I assume that she's here as a bid." Saleos grinned, giving Vale a small wink.

"Between you and me," Vale murmured, making it just loud enough for Kuro to hear, "I wouldn't mind sharing her, just for a night."

Kuro did what she could to hide her inward cringe, before looking up the stairs. So that's what was waiting up there.

She gulped, shaking her head as she followed Vale up. There was no way that he was actually gonna go through with it, yeah, it had to be all for some sort of act!

...Right?

"What do you mean, Winter's in there?"

"I mean exactly what I said." Shax sighed from the desk he sat in, the only thing helping him keep calm being the smell of old and worn paper, "More so, I can't go into communication with the team without risk of him tracking us. I can't have the bar compromised."

"As if he wouldn't find us eventually, when you think about it."

"That doesn't mean we should so easily give ourselves over now," Shax murmured, reclining in his chair, before sighing, "Going dark is the best option when it comes to communication with me; you, however, should be fine."

"Yeah, I would maybe get a five-minute head start to dash off with a sniper on my back before they manage to track me down." Abraxas voiced.

To this, Shax smirked. So, his brother still had brain cells left after all, "Which is why you should keep communication over the line to a minimum. I'm more than sure that they will be able to carry it all out without my guidance."

Suddenly, a gasp came from Abraxas' side, "I see Zagan walking out...He's making his way to the meet up point! I thought he was supposed to watch over Kuro!"

"And I'm sure he wouldn't leave without planting the Tickers," Shax deducted, "That means that we only have Vale and Kuro in there."

"WHAT!?" Shax nearly cringed at the tone his brother had used, "No, we need to get them out. This isn't okay, especially if Winter's in there too-."

"Calm yourself, that is no professional way to react to an obstacle." Shax sighed, rubbing the bridge of his nose.

"Well, sitting in your safe zone while blissfully forgetting how deep we're in isn't a way out either!"

"I'm not 'blissfully forgetting', nor are we going to be looking for a way out." Shax decided, nodding to himself, "We continue with the original plan, Winter or no Winter, Zagan or no Zagan. As long as Vale has to trigger, it will all fall into place."

When his brother said nothing more, Shax looked over all the notes Vale had written, as he held his head up by the chin with his palm.

The plus about using a manual trigger over some magic would be no spilled blood, as well as a lot less exertion on his end. But, as soon as the trigger was used, Vale would have to get rid of it as soon as possible; due to the fact that, to clear up evidence, most triggers are rigged to blow up themselves to avoid leaving behind a trail.

Shax simply shook his head, before standing up to look at all the old scrolls and books behind him. He had a lot of time to kill, might as well see what he could learn.

...Well, with that said, I had an epiphany recently.

I feel like my first shot as writing for Overwatch was a major bust, and something tells me that a lot of you feel the same.

So, with that said, I have a lot of more-or-less scraped material from the story, a lot of Overwatch X Katrina stuff/fluff, I guess you would call it.

And, since I've recently been browsing ArchiveOfOurOwn, and I may or may not be in love with all of the X Reader things.

I can't help it, it's not in my control.

Any who, I've been tossing the idea around and, on my free time, maybe I write a few self-insert one shots, so I'll ask you guys, the viewers.

Should I go for an ArchiveOfOurOwn account?

Leave it in the reviews below!

Anyway, hope you enjoyed, and I'll cya next chapter!

Till then, bai bai!