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hanemiso · 2 years

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“𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐁𝐈𝐃𝐃𝐈𝐍𝐆”

>>> a bonten x fem!reader <<<

a/n: this is all i can imagine when i listen to this song, and i hope i did it justice,,, oh yeah and izana is alive in this fic and a member of bonten 😃👍

genre: song fic

synopsis: kokonoi has an idea of how they can make money off of rich elites; an auction for a date with 4 bachelors. the only bidder that matters to bonten, however, is you, the most desirable person on their list of potential business partners.

warnings: heavily lyrically based, ooc

"You're sure she'll show up, Koko?" Mikey asks, blank eyes staring unamused at the white-haired man.

"Yes, she's been known to attend these underground auctions pretty often." Kokonoi nods.

"Koko~ if she doesn't show, I'll bash your head in." Sanzu muses with fake cheer.

Kokonoi rolls his eyes, "Yeah, yeah. She'll be here."

Kokonoi peeks past the curtain, watching as the auction hall fills with masked magnates and aristocrats alike. An underground auction, a gathering place for the wealthy to partake in illegal activities without concern for authorities. The hall served as a place where the only thing that mattered was the money held to your name, and not necessarily the name itself. An odd place for Bonten to be found, truly, but it's only here where they can reside as they are. Besides, they were only here for you.

As the most prestigious potential business partner to them, they had to come seek you out in the sole place you've been known to frequent. You were their entrance into the big leagues of wealth accumulated in formality, and while the prissy men and women who accessed the venue via invite-only were not their preferred crowd, they didn't mind toying with those who should get what they deserve.

A sea of masquerade; the tedious knot caught in Kokonoi's puppet strings. Every attendee hides behind their gold crested masks to save-face. However, Kokonoi doesn't fret. He's studied pictures of you taken in this very hall, and in each of them you wear the same red mask. He's never adored the color red more.

Confidence rolls off him like liquid gold; he knows you'll show. This auction was tailored for you, after all. A good puppeteer always curates their show to please their audience, and Kokonoi was anything but a bad host. With what Kokonoi had planned for tonight...

You ought to be interested in what they're selling.

Kokonoi chuckles to himself, what a fun time this'll be. With every seat filled, Kokonoi straightens out his ruby red dress shirt and grabs his mic.

"You better be right, Koko." Kakucho grumbles.

Kokonoi glances back at him with a smug smirk, "Aren't I always?"

Kakucho scoffs at his answer, though Kokonoi doesn't stay long enough to hear it. Kokonoi walks out onto stage, catching the attention of each audience member. The four men who are advertised as the prizes for the night follow suit, stepping center stage.

"Ladies and gentlemen, may I present your bachelors for the night," Kokonoi starts, gesturing to the four men standing center stage, "Hitto Kakucho, Sanzu Haruchiyo, Haitani Ran, and Kurokawa Izana. Play your cards right and you'll win a date with one of them."

Murmurs among the crowd give Kokonoi time to scan his audience, looking for the special lady of the night; you. The decorative masks adorned on every woman makes it hard to spot you, but you'd stand out to Kokonoi even in a hall of mirrors. The ruby among diamonds.

Kokonoi lowers the mic and turns slightly away from the crowd, pressing his earpiece, "L/N Y/N has been spotted front row."

Kokonoi waits a couple seconds for a response, glancing back at you in your scarlet red mask.

"Bring her on stage and make her feel special, this is all for her anyway." Mikey's voice cuts through the earpiece.

Kokonoi smiles; yes, that's right.

He turns to Sanzu and nods, signaling for him to grab a chair from backstage. While Sanzu moves to grab the chair, Kokonoi catches the attention of the other three and jerks his head in your direction. The three men, prompted to move, make their way off stage and to you.

"It is our pleasure to invite one of you lucky ladies to take a closer look at our bachelors tonight," Kokonoi announces, a small smirk on his face as he eyes you, "Congratulations, Miss Scarlet."

Any expression you'd make was hidden under your mask, but Kokonoi didn't need the satisfaction of sight. All that could be seen was your red lipstick curving into a small smile.

Ran, Kakucho, and Izana appear in front of you; Izana and Kakucho offer you their arms while Ran kisses your gloved hand, helping you stand. They walk you onto stage as Sanzu returns with a chair befitting such a person as you; dark wood, red cushion, and gold embroidery. Your throne for the night, as you were to be treated like royalty, per Mikey's orders.

Izana and Kakucho help you sit down, before all four men return to their original places on the stage.

Kakucho glances at Kokonoi, who smirks at him expectantly, and sighs. Everything was in place, the auction block now the most desirable place in the entire hall. With bated breath, Kokonoi chuckled to himself. Let the show begin.

Kakucho is the first to act. He walks around you, like a predator eyeing its prey with slight indifference, "I've been sleeping in a cardboard box, spending every dollar at the liquor shop; and even though I know I haven't got a lot," He stops in front of you, leaning in so close you can feel his hot breath fanning your skin, "I'll try to give you love until the day you drop."

Kakucho pulls back, drawing you in with eyes that could tell a thousand stories. Not one for promiscuity, Kokonoi scoffs. If Kakucho was anything, he was a tantalizing enigma. With closed mind and open shirt, any woman would be intrigued.

Sanzu cuts through Kakucho's mysterious air with a vibrance to shock the soul. A complete 180 from the reserved aura, but entrancing nonetheless.

"I've been training like a Pavlov dog, let my independence out to take a hike. All you gotta do is activate my bell," Sanzu traces your jawline with his index finger, "and I'll fetch ya anything you like."

The diamond scars on the corners of Sanzu's lips crinkle as your head follows his finger. Obedience in it's truest form; however, Sanzu's puppy-dog nature is unmatched. Sanzu soaks up the attention like a neglected sponge, capturing your gaze and holding onto it with vice grip.

Kokonoi watches with an ever-growing excitement. The puppeteer pulling the strings, disguised as one of his own marionettes. Kokonoi reels from power; the greed of a salesman, and he takes pride in all he does.

Now, let the bidding begin.

"Going once, going twice; Every man here has a price. Over where? Over there," He points out into the sea of bidder numbers, causing the people to turn their heads to the lucky person, "Sold...to not a single lady in here."

He plays with their hearts and loves every second of it. Holding influence over hundreds of snobbish pricks; why, it's always been Kokonoi's dream. They played right into his hand, the elites becoming the desperate peasants for the night. All except for you, it seems, as your bidder paddle remains untouched on your lap. Sanzu and Kakucho, while great pieces to move across the board, aren't quite enough on their own to claim victory over you.

But, no matter. Just as the other ragdolls, you'll be at Kokonoi's mercy soon enough. Play with his puppets a bit more and succumb to the strings attached.

Ran towers over you, his half-lidded eyes as enticing as the tattoo on his neck. He smells of arrogance, with just a hint of vanilla. It's enough to make any woman swoon, and Kokonoi assumes you're no different.

"I've been in like a thousand times, dated every woman in the atmosphere. I've been to every continent, broken all the hearts in every hemisphere," Ran hooks his index finger under your chin, lifting your head to look at him, "and if I'm not the type of guy you like to circumvent, just remember not to love me when I disappear."

Ran winks at you with a small smile, dragging your bottom lip down with his thumb. The tease, you muse. Your haughty smile grows at his attempt to reel you in. Perhaps you were beginning to realize the game being played, Kokonoi snickers. Well, that just makes this all the more interesting.

Izana replaces Ran's pomposity with regality, lilac eyes swimming with all the riches you could ever imagine. He exudes an air of elegance; the Prince of his own kingdom. Izana has always faired as a man of importance, on par with Mikey, but his unbridled grace captivates the hearts of most, whether knowing or not. Izana acted as Kokonoi's ace, and Kokonoi was sure that this was his winning hand.

"I graduated at the top, I like to take advantage of the bourgeoisie," Izana caresses your face with an alluring smirk, "so if you have a fantasy of being a queen, maybe you should blow a couple bucks on me"

His charm could steal your breath; hell, Kokonoi couldn't have said it better himself. Izana's touch lingers on your skin as he walks out of your line of sight, a rose-tinted view sprinkled in gold. Kokonoi can feel the adrenaline coursing through his veins. You're close, he can feel it.

"Going once, going twice; won't these gentlemen suffice? Any here? Any there? Any motions anywhere?" Kokonoi smiles wickedly, seeing bidder paddles being thrusted violently in the air at his rhetorical question, "Going twice, going thrice! Guess this means we'll go four times a lady."

Colored green, Kokonoi observes the powder-nosed women desperately wave their bidder paddles like white flags of surrender. The numbers add in calculations, but the number missing from the equation— your number— spurs Kokonoi on. You have proven to be quite the challenge; you play hard to get well, but the game was decided from the start. You have the most stubborn and feared men hovering around you like bees with their queen, but you are soon to fall.

Sanzu drops to his knees, grabbing your hands with a wild grin, "I promise I'll be all you'll need, ever need! You'll never have to shop around!"

Izana steals your attention, gently turning your face towards his. With your noses practically touching, Izana bites his lip with an amused chuckle, "And I'll give you all you'll ever need, ever need. Don't worry, I will never let you down."

You poor thing, Kokonoi smiles; if only you had known you were playing a game from the start. An unfair match it was, but a victory just as satisfying.

The cries from the crowd egg Kokonoi on, he's sure he's never heard a more beautiful sound. Your defeat hadn't been settled just yet, but Kokonoi was enjoying himself all too much to let the whines go unnoticed. Desperate women, fueled by their own lust. It was a picture that deserved to be framed in a museum. An image Kokonoi will surely never forget.

“So many ladies are wanting for mates, and the prospects are good but the date's never great. Over here, over there, over where? Anywhere,” Kokonoi snickers to himself, relishing in the upheaval, “They're too busy with winning the bidding to care.”

With fixated eyes on the man you desire for the night, you slowly raise your bidder paddle. Kokonoi smirks.

"And he's sold."

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