Lust – That which Seduces Us to Fall into Temptation
"Wait a sec, what the hell are we doing again?"
"In order for us to sneak in unnoticed, we will be going under disguise. I will be posing as Saitou Kentarou-kun," Munakata explained.
"Uhhh…and how the fuck do you think you're going to do that? Even though you guys are about the same height and body type, you two looking nothing alike. AND, you're the fucking captain of Scepter 4. How the fuck do you think people aren't going to recognize you?" The crow couldn't believe such a half-assed plan was devised by the Blue King. Even he felt that he could have thought of something better.
Reisi began to smile. "Awashima-kun, did you bring the items, which I've requested?"
"Yes sir. They have just finished adding the voice changer onto the mold." The Blue Lieutenant handed Reisi a large case.
As Munakata opened the case, Yata's mouth dropped wide open. The contents inside consisted of a mask, and something that appeared to look like almost non-existent gloves. "Ahhh, the wonders of modern technology. As you can see Yata-kun, the Scepter 4 laboratories have developed a special kind of gel that they can be manipulated to make an exact replica of the human body. The computer takes a photo and uses lasers and complex machinery to etch out and shape the mold within 99% accuracy. This includes making copies of hands for fingerprint ID checking. A voice changer has been implanted that attaches itself onto the neck where the vocal cords are located. We have tuned it to Saitou-kun's voice so I will be able to sound like him."
Misaki couldn't believe what he was seeing…"What the fuck…you Blues scare me sometimes with some of the creepy-ass shit you do."
Misaki was startled, as the second-in-command walked over to the vanguard of HOMRA and placed a case into his hands as well. Yata opened the case and was instantly confused. As he began to pick up some of the items within, he asked, "…Uhhh what the hell is with this pile of cloth here?"
Lightheartedly, the captain of Scepter 4 replied, "That is what you'll be wearing of course."
The chestnut-haired man felt the wind get knocked out of him. "….W-w-w-whaaaaat!? What the fuck are you talking about!?"
"Well, in order for us to look natural, you will need to accompany me as my partner. We will need you to dress appropriately for us to go into Paradise Lost without looking out of place. You can also find the collar and bracelets that Saitou had so graciously provided for us inside the case."
"DON'T FUCK WITH ME! WHAT THE HELL AM I SUPPOSED TO BE EXACTLY?"
"My love slave, of course." The Blue King's calm and composed expression did not change as he replied.
The amber-eyed man felt his entire body increase in temperature by at least by ten degrees. He didn't know if he should be humiliated or pissed off at that point. Reisi could sense that Misaki was at his breaking point. "Yata-kun, do not forget that we are doing this to find and save Fushimi-kun. Remember, the enemies that we are dealing with are the highest members of society. They will be powerful and can crush us easily if we are not careful. If we just force our way into the club, the culprits will have enough time to make their escape before we even reach them."
"Saru…" Misaki thought sadly. After taking a deep breath, the little crow looked at Reisi and said, "Alright you fucking Perverted Glasses. Tell me what you need me to do."
Yata's outfit was quite scandalous. Although he would be wearing a long coat for cover up to walk into Garden of Eden, his true outfit lied underneath. Based off of the description that Saitou had given the Blue King, Scepter 4 was able to put together something appropriate for the Red clansman to wear in Paradise Lost.
To describe the clothes, the best thing to compare it to would be a belly dancer or an exotic middle-eastern dancer. Yata's chest was completely bare, but his arms were draped in beautiful, ruby-red, and sheer fabric. It was decorated with swirls and strands of gold patterns. It loosely spiraled down Misaki's arm, where it was held with a golden band. For the bottom, there were loosely fitting pants that hung dangerously low around his hips—exposing his iliac crest bones. The fabric was the same ruby-red color, though it was slightly less sheer than the arms. The crow was covered in golden bracelets and anklets covered in intricate gemstone patterns throughout. Finally, Yata had the collar and bracelets that Kentarou had given Reisi.
As the crow stood in front of the Scepter 4 members, he began to blush redder than the clothes he was wearing. He felt like he could just die from embarrassment. What made it even worse were the events that had occurred afterwards.
Since Yata's women-fearing ways would not be in-character for this mission, the Blue King decided to train Misaki to become less frightened around them. For this purpose, Awashima arrived into the room wearing nothing but a bikini.
"Kyaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa!" Misaki screamed out as he tried to cover his eyes and run away.
Eventually, Reisi ordered his men to tie the chestnut-haired man onto a chair. In order to prevent him from closing his eyes, both Akiyama and Domyouji held his lids open.
"Yata-kun, you must not scream out every time you see a woman! You will be seeing far worse when we get there."
"WAHHHH, STOP IT! THIS ISN'T SOMETHING A MAN SHOULD BE LOOKING AT SO EASILY!"
"Be quiet Yatagarasu! Do you consider yourself a man!? You are simply just looking at the female anatomy. Stop being so childish!" The blonde Scepter 4 officer was used to having men ogle and stare at her voluptuous body—not have them screaming and crying in fear.
After a half-hour of continuous shrieking and flailing about had past, the Blue clansmen were able to reduce little vanguard's reaction to quiet whimpering. It was about 8PM, and Munakata and Yata were going over some final details. In order to reduce suspicion and risk for getting caught, the Scepter 4 members, led by Lieutenant Awashima, would be on standby within the vicinity. Unfortunately, the two would be unable to bring in their weapons, as they would immediately be flagged by security.
"Oi, Blue King. Can you even fight without a sword? You look like you'd suck and get your ass kicked in a fist fight."
Reisi's subordinates were in awe at the things that the Red clansman would say to their Captain. Not only did he use crude language when speaking to him, but also he would openly throw insults and yell at him. However, for Munakata, it was refreshing to see someone who was so honest about his opinions. Whether it was communicated physically or verbally, Misaki was the type of person that could be read like an open book. He didn't have anything to hide, nor did he feel like he had to hold back anything he felt.
"You are definitely Suoh's subordinate," Munakata said with a gentle smile.
"Damn right I am!" Yata replied as he grinned.
As the clock approached 10PM, the Blue clansmen, along with the Red vanguard, were ready to put their plan into action. Seeing the violet-eyed man transform into Saitou Kentarou left the vanguard in awe. He didn't know such things in the world could ever exist. The mask fit right over Munakata's face and down past his neck. Once it was firmly placed against his skin, the gel seemed to suction perfectly without showing a single edge of the mask. The wig also had the same exact dark green color that matched Saitou's hair color, and he had matching green contact lenses for his irises. The sheer gel gloves also smoothed out as perfectly as the mask.
Finally, the Blue King wore a deep violet, cashmere suit with a lavender button-down shirt that was left unbuttoned to mid-chest level. He had several flashy gold rings with large diamonds and amethysts, and he had an equally ostentatious earring hanging from his right ear. Munakata's oxfords also matched the color of his suit, but had gold lining around the edges of the shoes. Despite it being night, Reisi had finalized his flamboyant outfit with a pair of golden aviator shades resting on top of his head.
Yata could not contain his laughter, as he saw the captain of Scepter 4 wearing such a gaudy outfit. "HAHAHA! You look like you're a gay pimp or something! You really are a Perverted Glasses. I feel embarrassed for the Blue clan right now!"
Hearing her superior being insulted one too many times made Awashima want to take out her saber and slash the Red clansman into a million pieces. She stood there with her fists clenched, as she tried to remain composed and professional. Hostility was radiating from every inch of her body. "Yatagarasu, stop being so disrespectful!"
"It is quite alright, Awashima-kun. This is Saitou-kun's trademark suit that he wears. It will help with our credibility." The Blue captain never did things half-heartedly. He was a man of utmost honor, devoted to serving his country for the sake of justice and order for all citizens; thus, no matter how much the crow poked fun at the Blue King, Misaki knew that this man was a respectable person.
"Are you ready to depart, Yata-kun?"
As the amber-eyed man wrapped his black coat around his body, he nodded and replied, "Yeah, let's go find Saru, kick all of those sick bastards' asses, and blast them away to Hell."
Before the blue-haired man knew it, he was in a large room with six other people. Fushimi could hear the quiet sobs of others, as they were afraid of what was to come. Their fates were sealed with the golden collars and bracelets they were wearing. There was no way to escape, and no one who would be able to find them.
About an hour earlier, several men came into the room and began to dress and prep the blue-eyed man. Feeling the mere touch of strangers made the Blue clansman sick enough to throw up. He loathed the idea of random people even being in close contact of him—let alone having them actually touch his bare skin.
"Inoue-sama, the Blue clansman had vomited all over himself."
"Then clean him up and get him presentable again. He's the main showcase tonight, and I expect him to look appropriately. Don't fail me gentlemen."
"Yes sir."
Fushimi could feel nothing but anger and hatred swelling and overflowing from his heart. The indignation of having others scrubbing down his body made him want to destroy the entire world and all of the people within it…All except one person.
"Misaki…" the Blue clansman whispered. He wanted more than anything else to see the face of his beloved crow. If he were to be dragged into Hell and be tortured for the rest of his pathetic existence, he desired to at least hold the amber-eyed man once, more than anything else.
"I wonder what Misaki is doing right now," Saruhiko thought. No matter what suffering he had to go through, he would be able to endure it if he could see the chestnut-haired man's smile one more time.