The Start to Chaos

The room was dimly lit, the scent of expensive cigars lingering in the air. The Arakawa estate, untouched by the chaos that had unfolded, stood as a fortress of wealth and power. But tonight, something was different. Tonight, the walls felt smaller. The air felt colder.

Kayd Arakawa sat in his father's chair, legs crossed, a glass of whiskey resting loosely in his hand. The ice inside clinked softly as he swirled it, his expression unreadable.

Across from him, Sayuri Arakawa stood in silence, her hands clasped together. The news had just been delivered.

Ryotaro Arakawa was dead.

His company? Burned to the ground. His empire? Dismantled in a single night.

Sayuri inhaled slowly, then exhaled, her voice calm yet razor-sharp. "Kayd."

Kayd's head tilted slightly. He took a slow sip of his whiskey before placing the glass down on the desk. "Well, well."His voice carried an unsettling amusement. "The old man finally croaked."

Sayuri's gaze flickered. "This isn't the time for childish jokes."

Kayd smirked. "Oh, but it is." He stood up, adjusting the cuffs of his expensive suit. "You know how long I've been waiting for this? That stubborn bastard had his grip on this empire like it was his birthright." He scoffed. "Guess he wasn't as untouchable as he thought."

Sayuri studied him carefully. "Are you not the slightest bit enraged?"

Kayd chuckled, stepping away from the desk and strolling toward the floor-to-ceiling windows. The city sprawled before him, dark and endless.

"Oh, Mother. I'm beyond enraged." He turned his head slightly, his smirk sharpening. "I'm entertained."

Sayuri's lips pressed into a thin line. "The ones responsible—"

"Kairi." Kayd cut her off, rolling her name on his tongue like venom. "And those insects crawling at her feet."

His hand twitched. "They think this is their victory." His voice took on a darker tone, the amusement melting away. "They think taking out Ryotaro Arakawa means they've won." He exhaled through his nose, his smile stretching in something almost inhuman. "They don't realize what they've done."

He turned fully to face his mother. "They just handed me the throne."

Sayuri watched him carefully, her expression unreadable.

Kayd took another sip of his whiskey, letting the silence hang between them before speaking again, this time softer—but far more menacing.

"Tell Mariko." He placed the glass down with a deliberate clink. "It's time to unleash the maid assassins."

His fingers drummed against the polished wood of the desk.

"I want their heads." His smile returned—slow, cold, and utterly devoid of humanity. "On a silver platter."

The rain drizzled lightly over the dimly lit streets of Kurokawa, coating the pavement in a thin sheen that reflected the flickering neon signs above. The distant hum of traffic was muted, the city alive yet eerily quiet in this particular district.

Jin and the others moved with calculated precision, their footsteps light as they navigated the backstreets. Kairi, however, was walking ahead of them—unbothered, unhidden, completely exposed.

Aiko clicked her tongue. "You really don't care if they spot us, huh?"

Kairi smirked, eyes scanning the streets ahead. "They were bound to anyway."

And she was right.

The moment they turned a corner, they were met with a blockade.

Three black-and-white police cars lined the street, their red-and-blue lights casting an ominous glow against the wet pavement. A group of low-ranking officers stood in formation, hands hovering over their holsters.

Their leader, a man no older than his late twenties, stepped forward. His uniform was slightly loose, as if he hadn't fully grown into the authority he was supposed to command. He swallowed hard before speaking.

"Kairi Saigeru... and her accomplices." His voice held a forced confidence. "By order of the Kurokawa Metropolitan Bureau, you're all under arrest."

Silence.

Then—

Laughter.

Kairi's laughter.

It started soft, almost mocking, but it grew—warped—turning into something genuinely amused.

The officers tensed, their grips tightening on their weapons.

Kasumi chuckled, nudging Aiko. "You hear that? They think they're actually gonna take us in."

Unknown tilted his head slightly, his masked face unreadable. Celeste let out a long sigh. "Of course, this would happen now."

The officer's eye twitched. "I don't think you understand the situation—"

Kairi took a step forward.

Guns were drawn instantly.

"Step. Back." The officer barked, voice trembling despite his best efforts to sound composed.

Kairi kept walking. "You ever kill a person before, officer?"

The question hung in the air, suffocating.

The younger officers hesitated. Some flinched. One of them even took a half-step back before catching himself.

Their leader straightened, his grip tightening on his pistol. "I won't ask again."

Kairi stopped, tilting her head slightly. Her eyes gleamed under the streetlights, sharp and unreadable. "Then don't."

And then—

She moved.

Fast.

Too fast for them to process.

The officer barely had time to react before Kairi was already in front of him, grabbing the barrel of his gun and twisting it to the side. A shot fired—but it went wide, shattering a streetlamp instead.

The darkness swallowed them.

And that's when hell broke loose.

The broken streetlamp sparked, flickering like a dying heartbeat, casting jagged shadows across the rain-slicked street. The officers barely had time to react—barely had time to breathe—before Kairi, Kasumi, and Aiko tore into them.

Gunfire erupted, deafening against the narrow alley walls.

But it wasn't enough.

Kairi was already on the leader.

She ripped the gun from his grip, flipping it around before shoving the barrel under his chin. His eyes widened—but before he could even beg, she pulled the trigger.

BANG.

Blood sprayed, hot and thick, as his body crumpled to the ground.

Kasumi? She was laughing.

"Oh, come on! That was mine, you greedy bitch!"

Aiko, meanwhile, was handling two officers at once. One had tried to shoot her—she dodged with ease. The second went for his baton—she caught his wrist and snapped it like a twig.

The man screamed—Aiko shoved his own baton into his throat.

Kasumi clapped. "Beautiful. Graceful. Art."

Aiko rolled her eyes. "Shut up and do your part, psycho."

Kasumi sighed dramatically before blitzing forward, her knife flashing. The remaining officers turned their guns on her, but she was already too close—too unpredictable.

Slice.

One officer dropped, throat split wide open.

Another tried to run. Kasumi caught him by the collar, spun him around, and jammed her knife into his gut.

She twisted it.

He choked on his own blood.

And she giggled.

Jin, Celeste, and Unknown?

They were just…watching.

Jin clicked his tongue. "They're really enjoying this."

Celeste pinched the bridge of her nose. "Of course they are."

Unknown tilted his head. "Should we step in?"

Jin exhaled, watching as Kairi stomped down on an officer's skull, crushing it against the pavement.

Aiko wiped her blade clean on a dead officer's uniform. "Nah," Jin muttered. "They got it."

Celeste muttered under her breath. "Overkill…"

Kasumi, overhearing, grinned. "No such thing!"

With that, she slit the last officer's throat, humming as the blood painted the asphalt beneath them.

Silence followed.

The bodies laid still, unmoving, bleeding out into the street.

Kairi stretched, rolling her shoulders before turning to Jin. "So, what's next?"

Jin stared at the carnage, then sighed. "You three need therapy."

Kasumi laughed. "That's rich, coming from you."

The street reeked of gunpowder, blood, and death. The bodies of the officers were still warm, but Kasumi, Kairi, and Aiko?

They were already arguing.

Kasumi pointed a bloody knife at Kairi. "Alright, let's settle this—who got the most kills? Because I know for a fact it was me."

Kairi snorted. "Yeah, in your dreams. I dropped four. You? Maybe three."

Aiko wiped her blade against her sleeve, unimpressed. "Please, I was handling two guys at once. I had at least five."

Kasumi gasped dramatically. "Oh my god. Aiko, sweetheart. Baby. Delusional. You did not get five."

Aiko crossed her arms. "Are you blind? I literally stabbed one in the throat, bashed another's skull in with his own baton, and disarmed the third before snapping his arm. That's already three. Then I slit the other two's throats. So, yeah. Five."

Kairi rolled her eyes. "And I'm telling you, I got four."

Kasumi clapped her hands together. "That's cute, but you two clearly weren't counting right. I got six."

Kairi gave her a deadpan look. "No, you didn't."

Kasumi grinned. "Yes, I did."

Aiko leaned in. "You literally fought two guys the whole time."

Kasumi huffed. "Alright, fine. Five and a half."

Kairi blinked. "The hell is a 'half' kill?"

Kasumi gestured vaguely at one of the bodies. "That one. He was still alive when I left him, but he bled out on his own, sooo...half."

Aiko stared. "That's not how this works."

Kasumi smirked. "Says who?"

Jin, Celeste, and Unknown watched the nonsense unfold from the sidelines.

Jin rubbed his temples. "You know what? Let's just flip a coin and say it was a team effort."

Celeste sighed. "No. Let's just agree that we're all equally insane and move on."

Unknown tilted his head. "If you really want a fair count, we could go back and—"

Jin cut him off. "No. We're leaving."

Kairi, Kasumi, and Aiko, still bickering, followed after them—arguing the entire way.