Previously on Damn Illusionists:
I stood up, my final tears falling as I gave my heart-sister the best burial I could out on the field, my flames burning her to ash and bone so those Millefiore bastards couldn't do something to her; so those bastards can't taint my memory of her. Then ice ran in my veins. They knew we were coming. That means we have a mole.
"Can I sit here?" I looked up from my computer. A girl with wavy brown hair and emerald eyes waved at me awkwardly. "You don't have a shoulder partner yet, and everyone else has said that they're waiting for someone. Do you mind?"
I shook my head. "Go right on ahead." I stuck out my hand. "Michiko Kura."
She shook my hand. "Asura Hyotani."
I stalked into the mansion before pressing a button on my wristband, which I had covered in a layer mist flames to keep it out of sight and semi-protected during the mission.
"Boss, bastards, get to the special meeting room pronto." I spoke into the the mic. "There's a fucking dirt dweller somewhere." Boss's voice rang out from my earpiece.
"You better be fucking sure about this, Cloud trash. " Xanxus growled over the mic. I nodded in affirmation, even if he couldn't see it.
"Fucking right, I'm sure." I growled. "There was an ambush." Silence reigned over the earpieces as my words registered. They were wary to start talking again, as they should be, because I was actually swearing. That meant something had shaken or angered me so goddamn much that I couldn't be bothered to keep my speech proper around them.
"Trash." Xanxus sounded more pissed than normal. "Get to the fucking conference room."
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I sat down heavily in my seat at the table and ran a hand through my hair grimacing at the feel of dried blood, the teal strands coming undone from my usual high ponytail, green eyes narrowed sharply as I glared at nothing. I slipped out a cigarette and lit it, eyes never wavering from the glare as the other Varia Captains came in. I sucked on the end, before Boss addressed me.
"All right, shitty cloud trash, what the fuck happened?" He snarled. I sneered.
"Cearbhall, Sloane, Abigar, and I got to the Building where we were supposed to get the fucking intel. Not a damn three seconds later, there's gunfire everywhere, and Cearbhall is lying on the ground, thirty fucking holes in her torso, legs, and head. We engaged, Abigar going down next. I lost track of Sloane in that damn clusterfuck, and around thirteen of the vermin swarmed me. I put the damn dogs down, took out a sniper that was nearby and took cover in an empty building. Around twenty more of the fuckers tried to corner me, and while I managed to off 'em, one of the damn fuckers was a Mist. After I finished the guys outside of where I was sheltering, the Mist bastard made himself known. I turn around, and that damn Mist fucker had been using Sloane as a damn meat shield," at this Squalo and Lussuria subtly flinched, as they knew how close Sloane and I were, " even with it obvious that she was already dead. She had multiple gun wounds in her torso and head, many of them being instant kill shots." I sucked on the end of the cig again, scowling as I did so.
"He attempted to incapacitate me via illusions, but I killed the fucker." I smirked nastily. "After all, stomach acid is potent enough, even without Cloud flames." Squalo grimaced, Luss' and Belphegor's smiles became a bit more strained, and Levi's eyebrow twitched slightly. We all knew how painful stomach wounds could be, especially when the stomach itself was compromised. Purposely making stomach acid so strong it could eat through the very organ that was designed to keep it in and from eating the rest of the body? I could practically see them squirming in discomfort. "I searched the Millefiore bastards' bodies, and came up with this." I tossed a bloodstained file on the table. "It has details of this and other previous missions that ended with multiple dead. All of these missions have several connections to different people. We have a mole somewhere, and thanks to this, I've narrowed down the list of possibilities to five recruits: Burnham, Hale, Xiao Ni Buu, Andra, and Demetra."
"Why those five, shitty cloud?" Squalo frowned. "Hale and Xiao are among the top members of the Rain squad, and Burnham is high up there in the Lightning squad. In fact, the only one we really need to worry about is Andra. She has little to no background info until she joined the Varia." I interrupted him.
"Neither did I, until I fucking told you. As much as I hate to say it, Andra is the least likely to be the infiltrator, despite the fact she's a Mist." I snorted. "Demetra seems to have a fucking grudge against anything with a dick or tits, Burnham, as far as I've been able to tell, is only with us because of the promise of blood, Xiao has always rubbed something in my flames the wrong way, and Hale, while seeming to be the perfect subordinate, has shown an inordinate amount of interest in the missions that were later sabotaged." Xanxus held up his hand in a sign for silence.
"Alright, trash. We get the fucking picture. Keep an eye on these fucktards; we don't know who the spy is or what they are capable of entirely. Cloud trash, I want you to work with Lightning trash to gather as much information as you fucking can get on the suspected rats. Eating habits, flower preferences, when they usually take a shit. Everything. Shark trash, I want you to keep tabs on how they act. We'll keep up this fucking shit until the mole is found, or everyone else is dead. Am I fucking clear?"
"Affirmative, boss!"
That night, I dreamed of blood and death. I may have been used to such things, my line of work being what it is and all, but never in such amounts and never so needlessly. I couldn't be sure of where I was, only that the burning construct behind me resembled a number of different places and people: the Varia HQ, Sloane, the Vongola Italia mansion, Jormungandr, a child with dark blue hair and golden eyes, and one particular one that twisted my gut every time it showed. A woman with waist-length hair in chocolate waves I longed to run my fingers through, emerald eyes that screamed with her as she burned, the heat of the flames reaching me even as far away as I was. I tried to cover my ears, but her voice kept echoing and echoing in my head until there was nothing else. The nightmare faded to black, her voice still loud to my ears as I woke up.
A/N: I apologise for the chapter being so short, I just couldn't get up the motivation or DETERMINATION (hehe, I've been on an undertale kick recently) to write anything more than what I had and everything after a certain point felt forced and blotchy, if you know what I mean. It might just be me, but I feel as if this chapter doesn't flow as smoothly as the last one….