Duplication of Being (Days Union x Reader)

[Dinner Decisions]

Happy Holidays, here's your Christmas present.
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You turned around to look at the operative, now that you have calmed down you felt amazed at how easily he can carry you. Not even a drop of sweat! You leaned over to whisper "sorrythankyou". You returned your face back into their shoulder. You hear a beating sound increase in speed before slowing back down.

You were now at the mansion that the Supreme Leader lives in. The building looms over you. Unstable unlocks the door, entering a confusing code into the equally confusing mechanism next to it. The door opens, and you two walk in. Inside, there is a red carpet on the floor that is spread out in a hallway. A spiral staircase in the back, the dark wood carved into intricate patterns.

Expensive off-white arm chairs are pushed on either side of the walls, mirroring each side symmetrically. A chandelier is hanging from the ceiling. The stones and gems in it are gleaming and the light is reflecting on any surface it touches.

You start thinking about how much money one would get if they sold it until-

"GREETINGS SUPREME LEADER I BROUGHT Y/N WITH ME"

You hear the sound of footsteps from above until it follows to the staircase. A masked man, wearing an overcoat over a suit appears. You and Unstable walk to the staircase until you meet each other at the stairs.

"Greetings Identity Y/N, Operative Unstable Day. I will be meeting you upstairs at the dinning area Y/N. Thank you Unstable Day, you are dismissed."

Unstable nods his head and exits the building. You watch as he leaves.

When you turn back, you find Great Day patiently waiting for you to follow him. You walk up the stairs together and when you get to the second floor he starts giving a mini tour.

Each step he takes, his coat swings a little bit. You notice a bleeding red color that shines inside of the coat. Contrasting the pitch black night that is the outside of his coat.

"To the left is the living room, right across it is the powder room. Over here is my bedroom and all the way there is the dining room.

Everything around here looks like it was personally crafted by gods. A by-product of being rich may have made for a keener aesthetic sense. You were practically spinning, looking around taking everything in. You look up.

The ceiling was beautiful. A painting of a battle between two party's.  One of the characters you recognize to be the Supreme Leader. The half-mask being worn by a younger Great Day with more warmer skin tone than the smooth paleness on the one in front of you. You don't recognize the people fighting alongside him. You find your focus being drawn to the pink one.

Hair a beautiful magenta color. The leader on the opposing side wearing a straw hat, eyes gleaming a ruby red through the shadow the hat casts on their face. The golden corners of the ceiling were curved to resemble frames on a painting.

"Here is the dinning room."

The dining table was long. There were 6 seats across the sides of the longer side of the table, and single chairs directly opposite on the smallest sides of the tables. There were maids and other workers placing down various plates full of steaming hot food and side dishes. Great Day took a seat on the chair that was on the short side. You took a seat to his left. One of the maid's placed down two dishes in front of you and Great Day.

  Your mouth began to water at the sight immediately. It was just a standard steak dinner with mashed potatoes and some vegetables on the sides.  But the steak was still piping hot, with the way that stem floated above it. And how it gleamed, glazed over with perfect burning stripes.

The mashed potatoes looked well mixed, like the good home made kind. Not the cheap boxed kind you have tasted before in the markets here. The vegetables were just some peas and asparagus, but on that vintage fine china plate it looked like it was harvested straight from the gods.

As soon as someone put the eating utensils down you dug in.

"Have you made your decision?"

Oh, right you came here for a job.

You wiped your mouth with the napkin. "Okay yes, but I'm still confused on what exactly I'm going to do."

"Firstly, you will need to train to at least be able to defend yourself against enemies. You will be meet-"

"No no, I get that but what is my place in the Union?" You interrupted.

He paused. "Your place is depending on how well you do."

You huff, not satisfied with the answer. "But I wan't to know what I am getting into, after I'm trained and all am I going to become an operative?"

"Becoming an operative is a very long and painstaking process, you would not be accepted into such a high rank so easily. Most likely, if all goes well you will be helping the operatives on more menial tasks."

"Alright." Okay, you were actually somewhat relieved that you weren't going to become an operative because you were sure you would crack under that much responsibility and pressure. You took more bites of your steak. Then wen't for the cup near you. You drank. It seemed to be tea, sweet and cooling down.

"As I was saying, you will be meeting the other operatives shortly. They are already aware that you will be helping and training along side them. Speaking of training, you will begin in a week. You will train with different operatives this time to see how well you cooperate with them."

"Alright, thank you."

Before it slipped your mind there was one last question you had in your mind.

"Um, when do I get payed? I'm sorry I just need some money because my rent is uh" You cringe, rubbing the back of your head. You haven't even started to work and was already begging for money. But you literally will be evicted and homeless if you don't pay the rent. You had 11 days left to pay it off.

"Depends on how well you cooperate with the Union, you will have varying results."

Huh. You know that that shouldn't be as ominous as it sounds like to you, it makes sense. If you don't work you don't get paid, simple as that.

Still there's an itch in the farthest away spot, in the back of your mind. Like at an art exhibit, where you are watching too closely on a painting but a small detail, a small spot. You are unaware, of the bigger picture of the painting. You are so zoomed in on one spot, standing too closely that the rest of the painting is like a blur. All you needed, was just to step back and-

The dinner is finished, you think. You think this because Great Days idle hand is stretched out to you, waiting for you to take it.

You are being led out, stomach filled with good food while your mind with a nonstop buzzing.

Great Day unlocks the secure doors. Benevolent, is waiting by the door standing with his arms behind his back. He looks at you and smiled.