Soft Boys (Ishimondo Oneshots)

Wrong Move (Angst)

AUTHOR'S NOTE:

I'm too light hearted to write angst my fuckin ass.

Mafia AU

⚠CW: Blood, violence, death, mention of death

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Ishimaru could barely hear anything over the pounding of his heart and his feet against the ground. Puddles splashed, his pants were soaked. He couldn't take the time to care.

He focused on the footsteps behind him, getting louder as they got closer. He wasn't fast enough.

After turning into an alley and attempting to climb the fence he felt a sharp tug on his jacket, pulling him down immediately.

Ishimaru looked up at the two men, backing into the fence. He heard and felt it rattle behind him. His breaths were short, fast. His heartbeat matched the pace.

He was cold, feeling so numb he could barely feel the tears slipping down his face. "Fuckin' finally. You're a slippery bitch, you know that? Could've been a real help if ya didn't mess the fuck up." That was... who was that? Ishimaru was pretty sure that was Owada. He couldn't tell, his vision was blurred and his brain felt fuzzy.

He couldn't run. "Mondo, please, please we can-" a foot right to the jaw. He couldn't feel it too well, but it cut him off.

"Shut the fuck up." He got closer, grabbing Ishimaru's face right where he hit. He was almost limp, he felt like passing out. "It's your fuckin' fault. You had to go and tell em' bout' the big bad gang, didn't you? You got his ass killed, you fuckin' happy?" He couldn't respond. He couldn't move anything.

Ishimaru wanted more than anything to go back. Back to highschool, back to rolling in fields and stupid awkward kisses.

Not this. Not being forced to join a gang, not having to hurt anyone, not getting Chihiro killed. He couldn't just let them do it. He just thought it'd stop them, it'd get them put in jail and everyone would have the rest of their lives to get over it.

But Chihiro didn't. He was fucking dead. Ishimaru was waiting. Waiting to wake up, hear that laugh again, see his smile, drag him to watch another sci fi movie. But he wasn't waking up. He was on the floor, passing out, blood starting to pool under him. He felt... water drips. Was it raining again?

"You.. you fucking killed him." Owada's voice was shaking... he was crying.

Mondo Owada, leader of the biggest bike gang in Japan was crying.

"Why'd it have to be you? Why'd you have to be the fuckin' idiot." He was hurt, the pain in his voice was unmistakable. "I didn't want to lose ya too, but I can't just fuckin-" he sniffled, more droplets hit Ishimaru's leg.

Some murmurs could be heard. Leon. Leon was there too.

He felt himself get pulled by the shirt, being forced up. "Last words?" He held a knife.

"... I love you."

Owada sighed, tears visible now that he was this close to Ishimaru's face. "I... I love ya too, Taka..." He leaned forward, kissing him for the final time.

A sharp pain was felt in his back.

All feeling faded. He was gone.