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It was a late night as the Bonten men left the club, chatting about God knows what as they made their way to the black BMW without a care in the world as the meeting went successfully.
“oh sorry!” A stranger said as he bumped into ran, hands touching only briefly as ran caught the other but that was enough.
“Traitors from the sea will tear apart the gold sunset” the young man dressed in a loose white shirt and sweatpants, a hoody loosely hung over them said as their eyes turned white as they quickly pulled away and looked frazzled “shit..!” They mumbled before running away.
“what the fuck?”
The men couldn’t get the strangers words out of their minds.
It wasn’t until their partners in Thailand tried to steal their shipment of golden glow, a hallucinogenic drugs that was making waves on the streets.
“holy shit he predicted it…”
“has to be a coincidence right?”
(name) sat in his apartment, legs crossed and hands gloved to avoid another incident as he played with a star puzzle, he enjoyed puzzles without knowing exactly how to do them via fortunes.
He doesn’t know why he can do it but he can predict the Future of anything he touches with his hands and it was annoying to say the least.
Knowing when people’s happiest moments happened only to learn their most tragic.
And seeing how they die.
That broke him.
Only person who he couldn’t see was himself, it never worked and he was honestly thankful for it.
He knew he wouldn’t be able to take knowing how he died.
Only a select few knew of this ‘gift’ and even fewer knew not to ask for their fortunes.
The other night was a mistake.
Nothing more.
Not like he would see them again, right?
The days and nights turned into a haze as (name) continued to be his reclusive self and was completely unaware of the cosmic explosion he caused amongst the most feared men in Japan who desperately tried to find the little fortune teller.
Why wouldn’t they?
He could lead Bonten to greatness after all.
Sweatpants, a loose fitting tee and a sweater that hung over him lazily along with a pair of slides.
That’s all they had along with glowing eyes.
The men were growing more frustrated as they practically hunted the man down but to no avail, it was like he didn’t want to be found.
It wasn’t till one fateful day.
One glorious day.
That Mochi saw him while grocery shopping, the man was young, probably early to mid twenties as his gloved hands held two items, comparing.
He was cute, he wouldn’t deny that.
“you know, you’re really hard to get ahold of” Mochi whispered as he pretended to look at items, the other hardly flinching as he continued browsing “do I know you?”
“my boss has been looking for you”
“aren’t we all looking for something?”
“not many look for someone whose eyes glow white and tells the future”
That made (name) stiffen “you on drugs or some shit?”
“just come with me” mochi said simply as (name) felt something cold press against his back.
“fine…”
(name) was miffed to say the least, just wanting to go home and nap but nooooo! He had to attract attention to the most dangerous crime organization in the damn country! This is why he stays home!
He sat Infront of eight men who were honestly to pretty to be fair but that was besides the point.
“sooo, what do you guys want exactly?”
“what do you do?”
“freelance video editing”
“you know what we mean”
“ah right… that”
“answer or we kill you”
“when you have seen the deaths of those you love most, death isn’t as scary as you think” (name) said seriously, staring into nothing with cold methodical eyes.
Eyes of someone who has seen a lot.
“so you see fortunes or some shit?” Takeomi asked with a raised eyebrow and (name) just shrugged “when I touch something, I can see whatever or whoever I touches future, longer I touch more I see” (name) said simply fiddling with his gloves “so the gloves..”
“it gets really annoying seeing everything’s outcome”
“does it matter if it’s living or not?”
“nope, can see a hamsters future or a god damn pens” (name) said casually as he slouched in the comfy chair “so what do you guys want anyways?”
“you predicted traitors of Bonten trying to steal drugs” Mikey finally spoke up, cold black eyes staring him down.
“how fun” (name) was barely phased at this news, the memories of his most recent fortune burned into his mind like the rest “so what?”
“we want you”
“eh?”