Digit (A Mina Ashido X Male Reader Fanfic)

Entry Log-47

The soft hum of music still lingered in the air, even as Y/N and Mina pulled apart from their dance, their breaths steadying. The warmth in Y/N's chest hadn't fully faded, and judging by Mina's slightly dazed expression, she felt it too.

But the moment was cut short.

Lumi's voice crackled in his earpiece.

Lumi: Y/N, something's not right. I've picked up a spike in hidden comms activity. Encrypted signals bouncing all over the place.

Y/N's HUD flickered as Lumi pulled up a real-time heat map. Dozens of red dots suddenly appeared in the room. Armed criminals.

Y/N: Shit. Hawks, do you copy?

No response.

Y/N: Lumi, give me an analysis of the situation!

Lumi: The comms are out! Something is blocking the radiowaves from exiting the dome!

The low murmurs in the ballroom turned into confused whispers, then gasps of alarm, as a thud rang out from the entrance. The doors slammed shut and a gunshot went off.

Panic erupted. Guests screamed.

And then, just as swiftly, the entire party turned hostile.

Most of the people who were talking to Mina just a while ago, now brought out weapons and ammunition of all sorts, all of them already onto Y/N and Mina. 

It was an ambush.

Y/N's mind snapped into focus. He instinctively grabbed Mina's wrist, pulling her behind him as chaos broke loose.

A voice echoed through the ballroom.

???: Well, well... Looks like we've got some uninvited guests, folks.

The crowd parted, and from the main hallway, he stepped in.

A towering man, wearing a pristine black suit, his slicked-back hair gleaming under the chandelier light. His presence commanded the room instantly.

Takeo Nishimura.

And beside him, a shadow moved. One that Y/N's system had failed to mark earlier. A man with silver hair tied back into a loose ponytail, clad in combat gear instead of a suit. He carried no weapons, no visible armor, and yet, the air around him felt heavy.

Lumi's voice buzzed in his ear again.

Lumi: Y/N... That guy! He wasn't on our radar before! No digital footprint, no biometric data, he's a ghost!

Mina, still gripping Y/N's wrist, narrowed her eyes. 

Mina: That's never a good sign.

The silver-haired man cracked his knuckles.

???: You two. I don't like your faces.

Y/N felt his muscles tense. 

This guy was definitely dangerous.

Takeo simply smirked, shifting his gaze past them.

Takeo: Handle them, Seiryu. I've got bigger problems to deal with.

And then-

CRASH.

The glass ceiling shattered as two figures burst in from above, a blur of feathers and raw power.

Hawks and Miruko were here.

Hawks: Great going on informing me, kid.

Y/N: The comms went off!