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emyluwinter · 6 months

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You have been waiting for a long time, many have asked.

And finally…

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°˖✧◝(⁰▿⁰)◜✧˖° CONTINUATION OF THE SILVER BULLET!!🎉🎉🎉🎉

*throws candy, confetti around*

It's just a pity that the author of AU deleted his account. I hope they're all right.

I apologize that you had to wait so long. (as much as a whole year! And give or take a couple of months. Well, better late than never at all) Ahahaha.

I hope you enjoy it as well as the first part, enjoy!

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A few agonizing weeks of ghostly unknown after the attack on the Silver Bullet Bar.

The whole city was overwhelmed by a pressing, unnatural tension, seeping into every crack or forgotten speck of dust lost among the furniture. Unpleasant, compressing, like a prickly chill penetrating to the bones and settling somewhere in the stomach with a heavy load. From the unbearable pressure floating in the air, it was possible to turn on the entire light bulb factory when it was completely de-energized. No one dared once again to be near the paths of the thugs or the leaders of the mafia houses. Both old and new.

Civilians, the unfortunate ones who managed to stay in such a place, went out as little as possible to keep their safety and peace. Away from the eyes of angry minds and aching chained hearts of mafia people. People who have turned into a wild unbridled force, turning their souls into the likeness of monsters that thirst for revenge, blood and cutting. If earlier they held their territories in unshakable respect and fear, now it was a regime of terror and chaos. The rules became stricter, more tyrannical, insane and ridiculous. The brutal curfew imposed on civilians hardly gave out a grain of hope for the sun's rays in this hopeless dark storm.

The policemen, whose fate was more unenviable, were stunned as just one attack on a neutral territory alarmed the entire criminal world, like an overturned bottle with settled sediment, turning the pure exquisite contents into a completely muddy and unimaginable brew. Many who had a head on their shoulders wrote a statement on the same day and fled the city, capturing their families in a hurry. People who knew what price, no, pricelessness has only one person in the whole district, a modest, ordinary worker, understood. One scratch can lead to a couple of good quarrels. One bruise inflicted by a drunken brawler turned into a bloody massacre in the darkness that had never seen the light.

But when there was a rumor that Yuu were badly injured...

Knowledgeable people could understand that this would result in the explosion of not one barrel of oil or dynamite, but a huge powder magazine, engulfing everything around with its uncontrolled flame. By splitting their lives into splinters into events "before" and events "after" the incident.

"Ghosts" are the shadowy faceless workers of Dire Crowley, with whom no one wanted to have any dealings among the living, and even more so those restless souls who met their final path from their hands. They guarded the "Silver Bullet" without a single respite as their eternal silent grave. Not letting any of the living people, no curious civilians, no random souls lost in darkness and ignorance, no mafia or police bloodhounds. The latter were more than happy not to step into the trap with the "tombstone", after their close accidental step happened to be nearby.

No matter how many futile attempts were made, no matter how many professional people were sent, all attempts were crowned with failure. Not a single soul was able to enter the place of the attack.

People from Savanaclaw, famous for their bloodhounds, with their animal charm and stubbornness, were met with a suffocating smell, knocking them down two blocks before the bar. Which only aggravated their attempts to find at least a barely "remaining trace" of the bartender. People from Octavinelle, with their connections and eyes and ears on every corner of the city, like hidden anglers in the depths, were met with scattered traces like dust on the cracked old paving slabs around the bar. Two unsurpassed Ignihyde, geniuses whose technology could wipe someone's life to powder with just the push of a button on their endless devices. They were met by "Shadows" who stirred up their every technique to the last screw and left only piles of mutilated and chewed metal, which would definitely violate the agreement on their "neutrality" and not interfering in the affairs of others, if not for the statement that no one from other "Territories" can conduct "their own affairs", and this it also included the search for information and evidence on neutral territory, The ''Silver Bullet'' was a guarantee that any knowledge, words, negotiations, swearing, will remain in oblivion and scattered in the thick smoke of tobacco and cigarettes.

Hunt - Shadow and the best hidden sharp blade, among the luxurious elegant flowers of Pomefiore. A person whose actions could create a headache for at least three groups only by their appearance in the room.

Was delivered to the head of Vil Schoenheit in….

…a closed elegant crystal COFFIN…

Strewn with flower petals (from the persistent aroma of which the head was dizzy to fainting as soon as the coffin lid was opened, and several pawns had to leave their posts because of this), like a sleeping unearthly beauty and left in a deep sleep, in ignorance and ecstasy of their own dreams and dreams.

But by some unthinkable miracle still alive. Not remembering the events a week earlier, when he went on another search. Not remembering how the hell HE could have been taken by surprise.

Schoenheit took such a clear and open message "Mind your own business" as an intimidating warning and decided that first of all he would take care of the safety of his subordinates. It was reckless to count on the "mercy" of the first time, and no matter how much the Hunter persuaded him to continue his independent search, Vil was unshakable. If they follow the same scenario, with a warning, then the ending and the curtain will come sooner than it should. And they will hardly be able to get out of this alive.

This was definitely the work of the "Ghosts", there were only isolated exceptional cases when their victims remained alive. The "survivors" were delivered without any prints in closed coffins back to their homes. Treating the "victim" with respect and accuracy. Not the most terrible fate, unlike those that befell other unhappy souls. Not even one of the "old leaders" is eager to say out loud what these people are capable of. The very mention of each of them brings incredible discomfort or the thought that they will meet Charon's boat or the Gate of Judgment faster than they finish their thoughts.

There was only one thin thread connecting the event with the fact that this attack really happened. Some of the particularly kind-hearted people hoped that the Bartender just managed to escape from all this incessant nightmare. Trappola and Spade were the only witnesses who last saw the Bartender-Yuu and their cat Grimm alive that day. In a very deplorable condition, wounded, with a strong smell of blood and medicines hastily used so that Yuu would not get a painful shock. From their testimony less than two hours from what they saw, it was clear that the "Dogs" took them in an unknown direction. The duo of card soldiers were only tied up and abandoned a couple of blocks from the crime scene.

Unheard of luck in the opinion of many. An unsolicited curse due to the realization of his helplessness before the power of others.

What was surprising about this luck, because Ace and Deuce remained whole and alive after meeting with the people of the older gangs. It usually ended very tragically or was a bloody warning to everyone. If this is not an official meeting and you have interfered in their affairs, you have witnessed something that no one should ever see. Even taking the same air next to them had terrible consequences.

But this time…..they didn't touch any of the younger mafia groups.

What infuriated the heads more was that Yuu suffered. Their unapproachable jewel, their treasure, their of love and adoration, were wounded. The priceless blood that flowed in their veins was spilled to them, without the approval of any of the heads (they would not have given their consent anyway, even for all the money and privileges that the tsunami poured into them), they dared to touch and insult their body with wounds. It was a silent declaration of war for every mafia group leader from the younger generation. Because no one dared to approach, even to approach more than a step closer to their flawless flower, their holy grail, amid the dust, dirt, alcohol- and tobacco-soaked air of the bar. Definitely in need of repair and better sponsorship.

Waiting for any news, any clues or at least any lost crumbs about the alleged whereabouts of the Bartender, it seems as if time itself decided not to go any further and waited in hiding for any news about this case. Each of the gangs "tried" to cope with anger from the realization that they could not deal with the attackers themselves. They also disappeared without a trace as well as their "favorites". The fate that would have awaited the attackers would have been recorded in history as the most greedy and brutal massacre in the mafia world. The heads in some inconceivable way even concluded an agreement that if the attackers, these desecrators of their inviolable peaceful abode are found, they will pass through all 7 groups. And each gave an iron guarantee that they would remain in sufficient consciousness and the rapidly approaching end of their lives to pass a verdict from each. Juniors or novices were not allowed to "take part" in this Vendetta.

Drowning out these moans and screams of their desperate souls, which moaned and demanded revenge, prayed to see the Bartender again at least once. "Senior gangs" - such as Crowley's Crows or Crewel's Watchdogs or others, did not give answers to countless questions of gang leaders, no matter how much they were voiced. Their pleas went unheard. The rules tightened more and more, hunts became more frequent without any control or purpose, the destruction became more global, but nothing could calm the rampage in the thoughts and actions of some mafia leaders.

Despite this, they continued to work harder, harder, more obsessively.

It was as if Yuu's life hung on a thin web from every beat of their hearts..

Schoenheit, Kingscholar, and Ashengrotto were to visit one of the Crewel mansions to discuss the supply of some medicines, their manufacture and the construction of new points. Mundane things that required their attention and distracted them at least in some way from the endless search. From this endless trap and agony where there was no end in sight. A clue can appear out of nowhere and completely by accident, even the thinnest thread of the web would be for them a strong sea cable pulling them to Yuu.

Their paths passed through the familiar tangled green labyrinths. Tall, densely growing, lively and very well-groomed hedges of shrubs with plants with long thorns dotted every centimeter. Whether they were poisonous, no one was particularly eager to check it, well, except that there were a couple of "curious researchers" from different groups who got a very good kick in the ass.

The hedges were so dense that they seemed to be made of walls that barely let the sun's rays into the tangled, tangled paths. If you didn't know the right way, it was easy to get lost in them, even worse if you start running into dead ends with traps. It will definitely not end well for you. Disposable drawing cards were issued for each visitor and for each visit. The drawing was different each time and somewhat confusing for an ordinary person, but not for gang leaders. A kind of puzzle check for the assertion that you really deserve to come by invitation. At the end of the meetings and the exit, they were burned without leaving traces or pulling out the "system" or "algorithm" of the passage.

An artfully designed system of passages and entrances on a relatively large territory.

Enough to take away uninvited guests, and enough to inspire guests with at least a drop of prudence and caution to meet with the owner of the house.

-How much more do we have to play this nonsense, damn it, I'm not in the mood to play this game. - Leona growled irritably, following the signs to a certain place. Along the way, kicking small pebbles of gravel from the path, which unpleasantly clogged into his open sandals. They had been walking for more than 40 minutes. The same green walls, only the paths were replaced by gravel, old vintage tiles or a finely sprouted lawn. The monotonous picture and the surroundings only irritated his mind, which was plowing without a blow.

Catching something out of the corner of my eye, less than a fleeting flash, so much familiar flashed somewhere in the thicket. A barely tangible joke of a tortured mind?Or was it the same smell that was carved like a stone in the rough rock of the canyons and sand? It can't be a hallucination, it can't be a mockery from others. Yuu's apartment where they lived was easily found. But even if you knew the address, there was no guarantee that they would be allowed there. The old groups guarded both the bar and Yuu's apartment as if the very word "protection and patronage" were invented for this case. No matter how much Leona longed to get a tidbit in the form of Yuu's clothes or clothes with their smell, it was a forbidden fruit that no one could get. And it infuriated him..

But if it's not a lie, not a vile trick of others..then… this?

Suddenly he stopped dead in his tracks when he saw someone in a small almost barely noticeable gap the size of a baby's little finger nail, among dense green bushes. When this lion had a high motivation, and a thirst to get something. His own "pack" was afraid of its leader, his mind was frightening to them.

-I dare to agree with you, Kingscholar,… but still Mr. Crewel has a stronger position of his affairs and we still need to consider their opinion…?Excuse me?! -Azul added irritably, but in a more polite manner, trying to tread carefully so as not to scratch his expensive patent leather shoes on another path of rough gravel. Azul and Vil noticed that Leona was looking somewhere rooted to the spot, fascinated and detached from reality, clearly not participating in their conversation and not even adding irritated snorts or caustic comments what he had been doing for the last hour.

-Leona?What did you see there? – already tired of the bickering and bickering of his fellow travelers, Vil was going to scold the obnoxious lion for his slowness and that he was delaying them. Instead of any explanations or answers, Leona resolutely fixed his gaze on the bushes, estimating their height and width.

Like a jeweler inspecting a new uncut stone. Without answering a single question, without giving any hint for further action.

The lion moved into action.

Abruptly running away from the place, Leona famously and masterfully jumped over two-meter bushes, as if it was child's play for him. Leaving their "fellow travelers" in complete bewilderment and with their eyes wide open from shock. Even if lion was so tired of these wanderings, it never reached the moment of outright "cheating", because later in this version, the "lost way" doomed himself to imminent death. Painful or fleeting was determined only by the will of fate and chance.

As much as Kingscholar hated all these rules and frameworks, he followed them. Because he wasn't crazy enough to risk that much.

What the hell made him suddenly cross that line and risk everything?

-Leona you will be eaten by dogs are you in your right mind?! - Vil's voice was heard further and further away, but Leone didn't care. He found what he wanted.

No, what I've been looking for intentionally all this time.

There was a tall tree behind the hedge, maybe an apple tree or a peach, it didn't matter. Not now. The important thing was that the branches of the tree could serve as an excellent ladder for landing on the other side of the maze.

Caught in the midst of a beautiful manicured garden with a glass stained glass greenhouse inside, filled with various flowers and buds of different colors and sizes. Plants that could not be found anywhere in the city and a small artificial stream in the shade of trees.

It was a hidden garden from all eyes, like a paradise, an escape from all the troubles and sorrows of the world. It is not surprising that Divus has never invited guests to this part of its vast territory.

The nose gently tickled the smell of flowers and fresh greenery, interrupting the very subtle, barely perceptible smell of medicines and severe wounds…

It wasn't a trick of his imagination or a tired mind.

There in the shade of the trees in the greenhouse next to an artificial stream. Snoring sweetly in their sleep, tired and exhausted from treatment. Dressed in a light, elegant, terribly expensive dressing gown and carefully covered with a blanket, they slept soundly on a small folding and antique armchair…

…Yuu.

Their wounds were still healing and they looked frightening to say the least, but it was definitely much better compared to how the senior heads found them. The face that had been swollen from the blows was already slightly yellowish in the area of the jaw, the blow seemed strong enough to leave such a huge mark. The rest of the wounds could not be seen from the warm blanket. Despite the first-class care from Crewel himself and probably the best masters that saw this light, Yuu still looked very sick and weakened.

Leona was sure it was them. Even though the light fabric of expensive lace covered their face, their body was carefully wrapped in a fluffy blanket. Which made the task of identifying a sleeping person very difficult. Swallowing nervously and taking a step towards him, Kingscholar once again cautiously looked around, not noticing guards or dogs anywhere.

And then he ran like a "stupid, reckless boy"… towards his unsuspecting sleeping "prey" Leona could not even remember when he could give himself up to the "moment and emotions" for the last time.

He was so eager to find what had been taken from him. To cling with your claws and teeth and not let anyone else take it away even for a moment. Even if they resist. And they would definitely hit him with everything that came to hand, it was worth reaching out closer to their "protective layer". It's good that they're not in the bar right now, getting hit on the head with a bottle or a metal shaker was not the most pleasant of possible developments. Although of all that could be used now, Leona noticed a watering can. Also mettalic, he even grinned that "garden tools" had never occurred to anyone before to be used against him. And Yuu would probably use everything they have. Maybe they even hid a small cast-iron frying pan or kettle somewhere to protect themselves, oh, definitely this was one of the most interesting traits of the Bartender's character.

He missed their "indifference" so much, their unapproachable facade, their body language, their movement. They began to fade in memory due to the lack of certainty that it was not a dream.

If Riddle's Roseheart personal space s would have porcupine thorns, Vil Schoenheit poisonous potions, Malleus Draconia impassable thorns and vines…

Then the Bartender Yuu had a damn impenetrable safe, with all the layers that could only be thought up, to rebuild all the indestructible thick walls, which did not take any dynamite or invasion in the form of any mafia leader.

For the first time in his life, Leona Kingscholar felt his hands tremble. From trepidation? From the feeling that he will reveal his desired "gift" that he has always wanted to receive? A priceless reward that was awarded only by his touch and attention?

Slowly, unhurriedly, without tempting fate with unnecessary movements, Kingscholar carefully hooked his nails on the delicate flawless lace on the cheek of the sleepers.

Somewhere in the back of his mind a voice was screaming and he was afraid that it could be….not them. Not their bartender, impregnable as an indestructible tower. And someone… different.

Not the person that he wants to immediately kidnap to his lair and subjugate to his will. Of course it would be wonderful if Yuu wasn't given even the slightest resistance, but that would be too boring. Too mundane. Too easy. What kind of leader will Leona be if she grabs prey that is inactive?

Removing centimeter by centimeter of lace from his face, Leona nervously licked his lips dry from exertion, seeing traces of ointment for the treatment of bruises and swelling after blows. If only a single scar remained on this face, Kingscholar would personally dig them out of hell, tie a contract with the King of Hell and the Dead, just to get to the idiots who dared to approach and desecrate with their own hands this living temple of his captive heart. Just to show that "death" was a heavenly mana for them before what he would do to them.

Perhaps he himself would like to leave a small scar? A mark from his fangs on his neck so that everyone can see who this person belongs to. No one would be able to stop him now. Sounds very tempting~

But…

It was too childish, because with such a fragile neck that was always hidden from prying eyes by the "bartender's uniform", it would be easy to break it with one hand. His strong, callused hand. And it would have ended so quickly and so pitifully.

Ah, right now he can, just take this easy prey with him… and.. -Get your rough dirty hands out of their face. - Vill said tensely through his teeth, spitting out each letter like a caustic poison. Taking out his pocket pistol and pointing it directly at the back of the head of Savanaclaw. Leona did not even turn around or, in any way, react to these threats. Not considering his attention to be something important.

He was too preoccupied to appreciate the extent of Yuu's injuries and the stages of treatment. The blood loss was very serious, but not enough to bring them to the edge of the border of life and send an invitation card from the "soul boatman". The head of the "Dogs" has good connections with doctors and scientists, so skillful that Leona would not be surprised if Yuu was taken out of the other world by agreeing with heaven about a postponement. After sniffing, the head of Savanaclaw notices notes of certain medications. He may not be familiar with the full list of pharmacology from around the world, but he can definitely find out which ones are being used now. Yuu is kept on strong medications and medications, there can be no doubt. Because their body simply could not cope with the painful shock due to the wounds received. They are not fighters like every "piece of the puzzle" of any of the criminal gangs, they do not harden their bodies with fights and training. They are an ordinary person who will definitely be in a serious condition after the incident. Bruises on the face, apparently trying to break through their bones to break the jaw so that there would be no screams. Traces on the neck, Leona growled menacingly just from the very idea that someone had time to touch their body. There is no medical collar on the neck, so they left only swelling and terrible bruises. For a second it might have seemed that this could have been "staged as a case with a rope and a chair," disguising an ordinary murder as a suicide. It's enough to scatter the evidence and cover up all traces.

The police sniffers are too exhausted with their work, they didn't even begin to sniff out what happened. So there is a possibility that "someone" wanted to get rid of the Bartender. It's a lousy deal for them. Or use this sacrifice to lure someone out of the current young groups.

Now this explains why Yuu is so much patronized by the senior heads. Their life is the only piece that gives a neutral territory for civilians. Kill them and even more chaos will begin. To leave them alive means to give people hope for a peaceful time for which everyone is starved like in the desert.

A fragile wounded herbivore, what an irony that they don't know their full value now. Gently pressing his fingers below the sternum, Yuu shuddering immediately squeezed out a painful hiss and turned away from the touch that disturbed their sleep. Broken ribs. More than two, perhaps there are cracks in the others, which is why they breathe so shallowly and barely flinch when they try to turn on their side. Is there still a sharp smell of blood, a knife wound? Or stabbed? Damn, it's easier for him to tear all these pieces of cloth on them to examine every inch than to play these charades.

They beat purposefully, there is no doubt, but they did not try to kill immediately for some reason, and apparently there are still injuries. But at gunpoint with the clinging gaze of a "Peacock with curled curls" it will not be easy to do.

Now it's easy to understand why they sleep soundly and a lot. Medications do not allow them to "wake up" and give the blissful a rest from the world. Even without reacting to someone's presence and outsiders, any noise or action will be missed by their sleeping mind. The shock of the experience is huge, physical injuries would definitely have great consequences on their minds.

Well, "the best medicine is sleep", right? How ironically they were connected by this particular detail in behavior. Ah, it would be so nice to just soak up in such a garden and take a nap together. Perhaps he would have had more time to make sure how severe their condition was.

-Do you think I'll let you at least allow such a luxury to look at? - Leona chuckled, still feeling the cold metal of the gun at the back of his head. Like hell he'd show what he could find. None of them. He would personally examine every inch of Yuu if he had the chance. The lion does not share his prey.

- Well, neither of us is going to give in. Be an obedient lion and move away from them so that your brains don't get dirty on them, and blood doesn't scatter like beads on their chest and face.

The silence that had arisen between the Lion and the Queen was broken by very heavy breathing somewhere behind them, in the accompanying sloppy running noise from shoes on the path laid out to the greenhouse.

Cursing because of the more hardy and athletic body of his "fellow travelers", Azul cursed them for the sixteenth time. His thoughts were filled with such obscene ejaculations and expressions that he did not even expect that he remembered and even more so ever heard something like that. Floyd could only dream of such a set of obscenities that Azul had now.

Shortness of breath and shortness of breath were practically the main enemies at this moment, the out-of-breath leader Octavinel. Azul had to put his hands on his knees and bend over to straighten his appearance. Running is definitely not his strong suit, mind games? Yes, he's a pro at it, but not a sport. He would rather start playing Russian roulette than agree to a ridiculous marathon on gravel in the private garden of one of the leaders of the old groups. You have to be a completely desperate person to take such risks without a specific goal and without having all the cards in your hands for your own victory.

"… so that instead of tea in the morning, a cup with medical leeches is served to you…."

And another one of 15-20 curses and curses flew by with lightning speed in the octopus's smart brains.

It was too unpredictable and unexpected turn of events when Kingsclar suddenly rushed over the fence somewhere or……to someone? Schoenheit quickly realized or noticed something, rushed after him. It would seem that only one moment had passed, and these two had already jumped the fence as if it was child's play. But Azul was unlucky, he had to find a "loophole" in the hedge along which Crewel guard dogs usually crawled and cut his detour. How glad he is that Floyd once got stuck out of pure chaotic curiosity in one of these loopholes!!

True, Crewel was definitely not thrilled with the behavior of this unnecessarily ubiquitous puppy that day.

Having finally recovered from a sharp tiring run and climbing through narrow places, Azul began to look around quickly, catching his eye on every detail that would later become a benefit for him. He needed an answer why did these two break the rules that they followed so strictly for who knows how long?

It could be a plant that few ordinary people have heard of, but so rare and precious that a lot of blood could be shed. It could be the fruit of a tree… or a piece of real divine… forgotten by the gods.. ….ambrosia…..

For the second time, Azul's lungs lost all air. Seeing just for a brief moment someone's silhouette behind Leona and Vil, his gaze could not deceive. Acutely feeling how icy water doused him from his head to his feet, penetrating to the bones and into every cell. Shackling and squeezing, feeling how everything squeezes every part of his being and at the same time bursts like the brightest firework in the darkness of the night.

Oh, the mighty, boundless, rich dark waters of the ocean…

It was a lost Pearl.

Not yet "belonging" to him, a pearl adorning a dark, gloomy, old and in need of repair place in the bar. Like a forgotten sunken treasure hiding in an old decrepit wooden chest at the bottom of the sea. Like an opaque seashell hidden among sand, silt and the bottom of the sea, it conceals a tiny treasure hidden from all curious eyes.

Yuu wasn't taken away by someone's dirty uncouth hands! Right now they're in front of him! He can approach and see their face, clearly enough, clearly enough and not foggy, without fear of waking up again. Not the dreams that tormented his head every night, every moment, every second of the impossibility of seeing them in reality, when Azul could not hear their voice, their restrained manners. Their courtesy in the form of a box of napkins, when the leader was a little overdoing it with alcohol and his tears flooded the entire bar.

Which Yuu were definitely not happy about when it happened, so confused Ashengrotto with the realization after a hangover. But he still appreciated every moment with them. With their "impenetrable" wall around their personal life, habits, interests. Of course, Azul could, at the click of his fingers, find out everything up to the last second of the Bartender's life if he wished. But, it won't be so interesting. This is an exciting game where they always slip out of his tenacious hands, despite all his efforts. And he keeps looking for any crack or hole in their defense, just to get to them.

It remains only to deal with the "two" problems standing next to the treasure.

Speaking of them..

The tension between Leona and Vil could have been cut by a drilling machine, because an ordinary file would have broken how heavy and oppressive the atmosphere between them was. Maybe Azul is eager to steal Yuu right now, until they can neither resist nor feel alarm or fear that they are being taken somewhere without direct permission. But he is still in his right mind not to get into conflict with these two. It would be possible to use a garden cart to transport the "Pearl", but too complicated escape routes would have to be endured. In addition, he can barely cope with his two, and now also with a weighty cargo in tow.

No, this is a bad idea.

On someone else's territory, senior leaders, without support, with a visible physical advantage. That would be a deal with a fatal outcome, definitely not desirable at the moment. It was a lousy alignment from which side he could not turn the game board in his direction.

-May I remind you, gentlemen. That we're not at home. - cautiously threw a reminder that worked like an explosive bomb, Azul looked indifferent and looked through no alarm or trap had worked somewhere. Any oversight that leads them to a more dangerous turn of events. Now that the "guest" rule has been violated, you need to urgently look for a way not to run into even more trouble. In the best scenario of his game moves, Azul will be able to leave on his own without suffering and begging, bargaining or even selling for himself an "invitation" or "courtship" for Yuu. A couple of extra skillful hands would definitely not fit them? To prove himself in the best light in front of the "elders" was definitely more reasonable, a very good alignment and a lot of benefits for him!

-Huh, when did you care, Azul? - Leona sneered caustically, pulling the lace fabric back onto the unsuspecting Yuu's face. He saw what he wanted, learned what he wanted, others are not allowed to see it. Even through the lace fabric Schoenheit could clearly see all the consequences on the pale face of such quiet and slumbering Yuu. With compassion filled to the brim in his poison-soaked heart, Vil memorized every wound, every bruise, every small swelling on his face with undisguised rage. All that distorted the charm of the Bartender hidden from prying eyes.

It wasn't just a crime….Oooh, no… it was an attack on "his property"

Although technically and straightforwardly speaking, Yuu was not given any hints, signs, flags, at least anything that could be considered confirmation for an affair or a relationship. They kept their personal space and relationships firmly at a distance until the next galaxy or more. As far away as possible from the "regular visitors" of the Silver Bullet. To tie yourself to at least one of them means to sign a one-way ticket without the right to make a mistake.

One step forward, two steps back, Vil regarded it as a leisurely graceful dance with partners who are just getting used to each other's movements and pace. A light, delicate and courteous touch here, a couple of compliments there and the pace can gain momentum for more decisive movements.

Only if your "partner" is not as closed as a refrigerator in cement, which was Yuu. The bartender was a pro that even Rook couldn't find out anything from their personal information. According to rumors, the same person was the cause of Octavinelle's insomnia, because with their influence, even they could not find anything. Or someone "intentionally" covered up the traces of life, the past and everything that was connected with the Bartender. What was a more reasonable explanation than the complete absence of at least some meager crumbs of information. Their occasionally sharp comments, like a defensive structure, only amused Schoenheit. A silly, naive little man behind the bar. They don't even need to coquettishly clap their matted eyelashes covered with dust from behind the bar to get the attention of the "Queen" herself.

-mhm… - a quiet sleepy sound barely escaped from Yuu's chest when they changed the position of their head for a more comfortable sleep. The three men froze with mute awe and adored their every breath. Judging by the slight trembling from time to time, it was very painful for them to lie in one position, which bothered their ribs and the Bartender had to hold his breath for a couple of seconds to endure the acute pain and finally exhaust the air from his lungs when the pain finally eases.

Their hands were so stained with someone else's blood and taken lives that it was ironic that the three men were afraid to make an extra move or make too noisy a sigh, just so as not to wake them up. Do not disturb their peace and peaceful sleep in ignorance. Of course, they were like hungry animals and longed to hear their voice again, to see their deft hands pouring glass after glass of alcohol in the bar, to see their subtle emotions on their face. They were thirsty, they were hungry. But they were still miraculously restrained by an unknown force, unknown even to themselves.

Finally, Vil decided to take a step and threw the lace fabric from Yuu's face with a gesture filled with grace and lightness, briefly examined their condition. Just like Leona did a little earlier.

Oh, what a loss. Their lips were slightly cracked. Apparently the Crewel dogs made a small mistake by not giving them proper hydration for the skin. Of course, their wounds are now in the first place, without a doubt! But the very thought that their lips would be cracked and bleeding was driving the already frazzled nerves mad. Drinking medicine or eating with wounds on the lips is very unpleasant and uncomfortable. Even the slightest movement will be painful. As a Queen, he couldn't ignore it, he must take close care of his precious Bartender.

Schoenheit's personal pocket cosmetic bag always had a set for such "emergencies", even though it was used only for himself. Recently, Vil liked the hygienic lipstick with the smell of peaches. Not a plitar apple like Epel's, nor something citrus, nor tart or strong, but a very soft peach smell.

Using one hygienic lipstick was a somewhat… intimate and very close gesture from Schoenheit's point of view. It's like sharing a lovers' kiss away from all the prying eyes and fuss. It's like keeping this novel in the strictest secret and pouring out all the love behind tightly closed doors.

While Leona was distracted by some sound and listened attentively, Vil took the opportunity and, still holding the gun at the ready, took out his sanitary lipstick and carefully applied it to the pad of his index finger.

Touching their lips with even the pad of a finger was enough to confuse his thoughts so much. After the devil knows how many unbearable nights when his perverted consciousness gave false hope, dreams where they were completely at his mercy. In his delicate graceful hands, drowned in his strength and movements. His tenderness, his love, his touch. Pull every sound, plea from their mouths and divide the breath and air from the lungs for the two of them. In private. Away from everything… After such nights and a heated mind, he spent the whole next day in the most lousy mood that only Hunt could notice.

Ah, it seems one fleeting touch was so painfully little for his insane hunger. He wants more.

Their thoughts, their thirst, their hunger were disturbed by a voice they didn't want to hear right now. In everyday matters, for them it was neutral or at least respectful. Now he was putting some of them in fear for his actions. -I don't remember giving my invitation to MY personal garden for bad puppies. - menacingly breaking the silence like a rumble of raging thunder among a quiet harbor, the voice of Divus sounded, in the tense silence of the uninvited guests present. Walking along the winding path laid out by expensive tiles, like an angry deity waiting for the right moment to grab someone by the throat with his hand. Violation of the boundaries of its territory, meant only a brutal massacre of the unfortunate that dared to commit such a misdemeanor. Crewel's "chain dogs" followed him like his own shadow in clear weather. Two particularly tall and stocky subordinates with "masks" of Dobermans covering their faces, walked one step ahead as if protecting their master from even the slightest sigh of enemies.

The others immediately surrounded the three "uninvited guests" in a tight knot, as if throwing a noose around their necks and waiting for the owner to order it to tighten until the bones crunch.

The numerical superiority of the dogs was obvious, now they are in an extremely disadvantageous and precarious position.

-What does it mean, Crewel? Have you and the feathered jerk been hiding their location from us all this time?? - Leona growled, looking around imperceptibly for at least the slightest chance to escape or leave. He didn't lose his mind enough to rush into a fight alone against an entire group. Although he could quite try.

-In my defense, Mr. Kingsclar jumped the hedge first. - Azul modestly added, in order to save his skin a little, and without taking his eyes off the henchmen of the owner of the house, he took off his hat as a sign of respect. Or accepting the inevitable? -My answer is still the same. It's none of your business, puppies. - the owner of the house snapped and looked at the heads of the young groups with irritation. Well, Crewel was distinguished by titanic patience … from time to time, and when you get a lucky ticket of "patience" no one could predict. Besides Yuu, they were their only favorites among all the people who saw Crewel. Despite his fearsome reputation, Divus didn't even hide it. On the one hand, he could amuse his ego that the Bartender was a unique person who received such a status, on the other hand, it amused. To see how the leaders of young groups and their wards climbed out of their skin and gnawed their nerves, breaking their bones, just to get a grain of attention from Yuu. Cold served attention, which was always not enough for them.

-Does not concern? Crewel with all due respect to you and your work, you have taken away what I have been looking for for so long. And you, among all the others, were the one who constantly told us to give up the search. - Rage boiled in Vil's veins, mercilessly venting his irritation in every word addressed to the not too hospitable "host of the house". His acting nature, although it retained the "outer face", inside he was like a hot devil.

-Yuu. is. not. your. property. - Crewel snapped, again not giving any answers to their silent questions that were hovering in the air like a pack of angry bees. It seems even Divus himself was pretty tired of this topic and wanted to close this box with the discovered treasure as soon as possible and hide the rest from "prying" eyes.

-Not yet. - Leona grinned, not leaving the place where Yuu slept peacefully, their sleep was so deep and strong that it seemed that no rumble or noise could disturb their peace. A hint of a hostage? Which is to be expected from a lion with a lot of hunting experience. At Leona's words, Divus frowned with displeasure. Ah, it seems cheeky grinning dogs should be taught a special lesson. To make them finally realize their position.

Apparently they are not sufficiently aware of their situation.

-Neither of you is competent enough and has a strong enough position for even one freckle on their cheek. - Imperiously snapping his fingers, Crewel pointed to his "sleeping guest", wondering how to resolve the heated situation. There were plenty of options to choose from. As much as he didn't want to just teach these three scoundrels a lesson, the rules of decency had to be observed. In addition, his would not like to arrange a massacre in my own house. -Take the puppy back to the room. And check all the indicators….As for the naughty puppies wandering around where they were not allowed.. All three heads tensely sucked air into their lungs and prepared for a fierce fight. Will they really try to kill them?! Seriously injure to save information about the Bartender? Whatever was out of all the options that were spinning in their head, the script was very crappy. -Let their "blissful ignorance" remain with them further … – Divus smiled smugly, lighting his cigarette from a long mouthpiece with a beautiful engraving in the form of an elegant silver pattern. Two "Dobermans", without any problems or any resistance from the violators, approached the chair with the sleeping Yuu. It was a completely wild picture, people with masks and robes hiding their faces, as if from a single breath of wind, were next to such a fragile life and weakened body.

-We'll take you back to your room. – calmly said one of the Dobermans, untangling the folds in the blanket, and wrapping Yuu like a dozing little child who needs to be taken to bed. It was only necessary for one of them to seat Yuu to intercept them in his arms for a more comfortable position. Yuur immediately gasped for air with their mouth slightly open, from the pain they tucked their legs to themselves and clung to the Doberman uniform as if they were holding on for their lives. Uttering an agonizing prolonged moan of pain for the second time, louder than the others. Almost choking on his own breath.

Silence reigned in the garden again. Crewel stared in amazement at how Leona, Vil and Azul were glaring at his employees, due to the fact that Yuu was hurt. Touched without their "permission" once again in front of their eyes. Moreover, they froze and fell silent as if by mute order. Well Crowley was right, Yuu had the most influence on mafia leaders than anyone else. Yes, not wanting it and avoiding it like cholera.

In tense silence, everyone noticed the Bartender's broken breathing, which gradually leveled the movement of his chest and the work of his lungs. The pain eased its grip on their body, and they could catch their breath a little. -I'll give you some painkillers. – while one was busy patiently waiting for Yuu's acute pain to ease a little, not moving like a marble statue. The second Doberman took out a small bottle from his breast pocket and made sure that the Bartender was really able to drink the medicine. Delicately touching the bottle to their lips, the Doberman tilted Yuu's head slightly so that the liquid filled their mouth. Yuu drank greedily and immediately began to frown and cough from the terrifying aftertaste. They stuck out their tongue and frowned so funny that Azul wanted very much to get out his phone and record it all on video. But he was stopped by the thought that he would grab a bullet in the head faster than he would get to his pocket.

With all the care and accuracy that could only be in human movements, intercepting the weakened body of a sleeping person and carrying away from the curling fights and conflicts of interests of the mafia. If the shrine was a living person, it would be Yuu. What most infuriated those present from the "fans" was that the Bartender was not held by their hands. In such a tender, delicate embrace.

In less than a moment, everyone was waiting for the beginning of the "play". Punishments or the fate that should have fallen on the heads of violators of the rules.

The first to fall to the ground silently like a doll was Azul, as if he was struck by an instant sudden death. Vil was able to fight off at least six more people to at least try to intercept Yuu by the thin lace falling from their faces. What was so treacherously beckoning everyone behind him, fluttering from a light breeze in the garden. It was as if they were abducting a fabulous creature, unthinkable and ephemeral before their eyes.

Leona lasted the longest of all three and felt a sharp prick like a bite from an annoying mosquito in his neck. Poison? A dart? He didn't even notice the attacker, was it a thin needle? More like a tiny annoying itchy splinter. Did he really lose his grip and mind because of lack of sleep from the search? What a shame. Leona vision begins to swim faster than his brains work and process options for his actions.

With steely calm and indifference, watching the startled uninvited guests, Divus approached Leone, who was growling aggressively and trying to get up from the ground and grab the legs of those who were carrying the bartender away with his claws. This man was definitely not going to give up, even when he couldn't stand up and move a single muscle.

-Contact the dogs, get ready to get to the "fangs"… This was the only thing that reached Kingsclar's keen ears before he was thrown into the darkness of an unconscious pool.

A few hours later.

Feeling a sharp pain in his head, trying with great effort to focus his senses on the surroundings, Leona could barely open one eye and distinguish several silhouettes. Was the place safe for him? Abduction? Which sounded, though terribly absurd with his strength and skills, but still a possible option. Gradually, his eyes got used to the light and began to distinguish silhouettes and colors around. He is definitely not at home, not at his "base", or in one of his personal places where he rests his thoughts from the world and everyone around him.

The exquisite interior of the room surrounding him, people with dog masks and Crewel peacefully sipping his drink from an expensive crystal glass, patiently waited and looked at three sluggish attempts to get up from an expensive carpet.

-Are the gentlemen awake yet? - Divus asked with an undisguised grin.

-Mgh… what… what happened? - Azul muttered hoarsely, smoothly sitting down with his hands on the floor, adjusting his lopsided glasses, taking a glass of water from one of the servants, feeling like every cell is filled with unbearable heaviness. -You have stumbled upon one of the dead ends with a trap. As you know, the best caution is a proactive step forward. - Divus replied with casual calmness, as if he was explaining another topic for his inexperienced puppies.

-So-so service and "reception of important guests" - Leona snorted, rubbing his temples with displeasure, feeling like his head was filled with an unimaginable load and thick fog. How did they end up here? This has never happened before.

Well, you yourself are well aware that the best tactic is when there are no "uninvited guests" in your own house.

And he was damn right. No one would want to see familiar faces from mafia groups, police and others at home. No one will be waiting for them with hot tea and pies. -Do you want to say that your "invitation" and the drawing was a lie? - Vil complained with displeasure when he was helped to sit down and he noted with displeasure that there was a trace of the carpet in the form of a small indentation on his cheek. How many hours did he lie like that to stay? -Of course not. It's just that you took the wrong turn, this happens from time to time. When you wander around the same place too much, your consciousness can play a cruel joke on you. - one of the servants handed Crewel an elegant cup of tea, and while Divus was waiting for "his guests" to recover, he enjoyed the drink.

All three of them had a sharp feeling that they had forgotten something extremely important. Some very necessary thought was spinning muffled somewhere in the halls of the mind. She screamed, howled and scratched like a trapped wild animal hungry for freedom.

Or they really exhausted themselves so monstrously by searching that their own brains sent them to deal with another maze puzzle on their own. And Crewel gently hinted to these three, "You are yourself to the state of vegetables that even the last remnants of your mind have evaporated, the fact that you don't look where you're going is your problem, stupid puppies, not mine"

Either Divus outright lies to their face and does not even regret their deplorable condition and they were pumped up with something very strong. Poor Azul, he couldn't even stand on his own and was helped to sit on the nearest chair. Vil and Leona were not in the best condition, they were reeling like on an unsteady bridge in a wild storm. But still they tried to swear, complain and grumble about this event and the service.

When they were no longer able to voice their complaints, the Owner of the house still ordered the servants to serve them tea and snacks. If the puppies have the strength to yap and whine at him, then their condition is not so deplorable and they just get on his nerves as revenge.

Which means he can finally put all the waiting hours on them for the hell of how many hours and take it out on them properly.

Somewhere in one of the corridors of a luxurious mansion, with an exquisite interior, two Dobermans were walking. The sound of their footsteps bounced off the thick walls covered with expensive paint and paintings from different eras and tapestries. They walked in silence, listening to any rustle nearby, or remotely recognizable voices somewhere in one part of the mansion. Holding the already half-asleep man in his arms, the Doberman periodically cast a glance at the "guest" of his master. Waiting for the dream to lift the veil of fog from their consciousness.

-Mhm.. - Very lazily and sleepily opening one eye, Yuu frowned at the light and tried to realize where they were and where they were being carried. There was complete chaos on their heads and Dobermans jokingly called "the haircut of a bitten bush", Maybe they were professional thugs and criminals, their sense of humor was still as sharpened as their nose. -Are you awake? - another man in a Doberman mask noticed, simultaneously checking the state of their health. If at least one scratch remains from the "uninvited guests", their boss will definitely not be happy with this arrangement of cards.

-Mr…. De Soto?Where… I heard voices.. - the bartender whispered listlessly, settling down more comfortably in strong hands. They have already got into the habit of pressing their cheek against someone's muscular chest. In fact, it was terribly uncomfortable, because it seemed that you were being dragged by pieces of stone. But from the realization that they have been carried on their hands for so long that any bride or princess would envy, it became more pleasant.

-Did you hear the voices of the Owner and us, or did you dream? - the Doberman clarified very subtly, trying to make out whether there was a conversation between those young leaders and Yuu. Or their conversation took place only in a joke of reason.

-Mm..not sure..everything is so foggy. Except for Mr. Roscoe's incomparable cologne. Who did you kill… to smell so amazing? - trying to cope with the still heavy and foggy head from sleep, Yuu lightly rubbed the tip of his nose against the chest pocket of the Doberman. Both "Dobermans" snorted and burst into merry laughter, you can hear a lot of funny things from a person on "painkillers". And they didn't have to remember everything, because they weren't even suitable for dirty blackmail. In addition, it killed their boredom from time to time.

-We use the same cologne for all the "chain dogs" so that no one can track down who is who. And in addition, we will be able to smell someone from our own. - De Soto explained, adjusting the blanket on Yuu's neck, checking that the bandages and ointment did not smear on the fabric and was so where it should not be.

-Um-uh..

-Hey. You bark too much and talk about the subtleties of our work. - Roscoe growled, obviously frowning despite the mask hiding his face.

-Don't show your teeth to Roscoe. They already know so much material that they are a walking encyclopedia for police bloodhounds. - Their human security partner replied with a shrug.

-I don't like them..they always come and don't clean their shoes. - complained and mumbled Yuu. Remembering how they had to wash the floors over and over again after the bloodhounds. It was like some kind of incorrigible invasion, repeated over and over again. Until Yuu, for the first time in his life, had a fight with the police department in one week and forced them to wash the bar themselves.

Wounded pride, so living out its last days from the encirclement of mafia clans and alliances around, has seen the best days in their lives. So now they had to obey an ordinary civilian who not only beat up all the policemen armed with a mop and a floor rag. So also to "serve a sentence" for "disrespecting someone else's work"

This was probably the first time in the history of this area and the city that some bartender was not arrested or reprimanded by the police. Moreover, he forced them to correct their habits of cleanliness and neatness that had deepened in their bones. Some wives of policemen were pleasantly touched by the changes of their husbands and sent a few nice gifts for the Bartender, someone made a knitted warm blanket, someone gave a hot lunch. Someone gave a new scratching post for the Grimm.

After hearing about the case with the police station and Yuu. Crewel laughed so loudly that the whole mansion tensed at the thought that nervous tension had overtaken their owner.

-Yeaaah, we've heard a lot about this story. - Roscoe grinned cheerfully, wanting very much to see the expressions on the faces of the police when cleaning the bar. -And we were all wondering why you needed a bucket of antiseptic in the bar.- De Soto asked, half growling, half laughing.

-This is for these assholes who come to the bar in blood and try to give me cash in my hands. As if sanitary standards for them are not prescribed in the mafia charter. Or what do they have, a bloody contract, ritual sacrifices in the form of bullets? - snorting and grumbling like an elderly man, Yuu slightly jerked his uninjured leg as if wanting to kick someone from his memories. Dobermans look at each other and can barely restrain themselves from exploding with laughter. So the three of them walked, laughing and talking as if old friends were looking after a young ward in trouble.

After a few more agonizing weeks of terror and chaos, a meeting of senior heads and Yuu took place at the Crowley Mansion.

It had already become a habit for the bartender to be a "guest" or an "observer" from the outside while the others were doing their dark business. Usually it was Daire office, but this time it was more like a luxurious living room. With large cabinets filled with various books, souvenirs, figurines and weapons. A round table with fragrant tea served filled the whole room with a pleasant herbal smell, and a variety of various snacks and light meals, suggested that the conversation was going to be very long.

But this time the tension and the mood itself was different. Yuu couldn't help but notice it. Lucius was more restless in Trein's arms, Sam looked a little tired, even Vargas, with his superhuman energy and endurance, looked battered. Crewel, despite all his acting mask, looked than everyone else….nervous?Annoyed? As if hanging in the air, no one dared to voice aloud without the permission of the "chief"

-Today we have to discuss the question of whether it is worth opening a Silver Bullet, or Yuu it remains to live with one of us until other options appear.

Ah, that's speeches the devil's business…

In truth, Yuu were already so used to being treated well by Crewel and his chain dogs that they were out of their minds and wanted to get hurt again just not to see the faces of any of the "regular customers" of the bar. Seriously, when else will they get the opportunity of the best care, service and security on the continent, reception for free? The conditions were only that Yuu remain neutral. Everyone knows, everyone hears, but they don't say anything and don't give anything. This town was so exhausted by all the bloody showdowns that a neutral zone, a safe zone from others, was almost equated with a blessing. The privilege that Yuu would have gladly refused and moved away from this … To start everything from scratch and not be persecuted by anyone, was not the most terrible thing. Despite all the difficulties that could arise along the way. But with such "admirers" it was worth thinking about where they could not get to with all their might and strength. And their damn, damn thirst for competition and competition. "Showing whose ass is sitting higher" - as Yuu sometimes called such cases. -Considering that as the youngest demons have completely gone off the rails, if they see Yuu, they will tear it up for souvenirs faster than I will sell everything on Black Friday. - Mr. Sam grinned and complained at the same time, straightening his snow-white glove and immediately reached out to take some treats provided to the "special guests", the choice fell on the canapes and cookies.

-I agree with Sam, the puppies are off the chain and don't even spare themselves, let alone their subordinates, just to get to them. Crewel added with a heavy exhalation. The dogs were a well-knit team, and were distinguished by caring for each other. As if they were more like a pack that would not sacrifice a single one of its fellows.

-Even if you put a guard on them, they will have to walk with her for the rest of their lives. - Vargas mused aloud, which was not particularly typical for him, though. But his "hunting and guarding" regime continued for too long, even for his limits.

Looking at the discussion from the side, the Yuu felt as if they were being squeezed from all sides by metal plates that were getting closer by the minute and squeezing them tighter as if in a vice. They were trapped, unwittingly. Damn it, they did everything just not to make mistakes. Where did they miscalculate so badly? They did not show favorites among customers, did not even give an empty hint. Who knew that these bloodthirsty psychos would need their heart and soul?!Not to mention the body. Yuu felt a chill of horror sweep over their body. No, it's all right. They're in the safest place right now. They just don't need to face any of the younger factions.

-Not to mention the fact that we received some "demands" from the authorities of the continent to settle this and expand the zone of neutrality. - Mozus finally spoke when Lucius began to sit on his lap more calmly.

-I was going to do it, before the attack… preparations have even begun. - justifying himself with facts and rubbing the bridge of his nose with his fingers, Crowley, as it can be seen, was also at a dead end. On the one hand they need Yuu to go back to the bar and Quoting Daire in one of his personal conversations with the Bartender, "To bring these madmen to reason and pour at least a drop of common sense into their heads!!!" On the other hand, the realization that Yuu is now the main target of the whole city. Starting from kidnapping for ransom, ending with extortion and a pretext for the denouement of the massacre. It's like giving a piece of meat to hungry predators.

Their card, their main trump card that needs to be beaten deftly and skillfully enough so that the situation develops in favor of the holder of this card… The End.

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