escapism → dabi. REWRITTEN

VIII

chapter 8: AK.
author tip: read slowly!

"what do you mean you're rich now?" dabi questions as he drives the car, "AK searched through his cards, there was $3.4 million in total." i hum in excitement.

never have i ever gotten money this big in my 5 years of doing jobs for AK, the most i've gotten was $1.7 million, of course i was excited! i was so excited, i couldn't sit still in my seat.

"good for you, y/n." he places his hand on my thigh and rubs it encouragingly, "thank you." i reply as i watch the surroundings zoom past me on the road.

the drive back home was silent but in a comforting way, it was the type of silent that was soothing and was bearable to be in because you are just lost in thought.

it was almost midnight by the time we both reached AK's mansion. we figured to go to his place since it was late and he may not be at his hide out.

dabi parked in AK's driveway and as soon as the car parked, i immediately left the car to run up to AK's door way. three firm knocks echo through the front door and distant footsteps sounds approach the door.

"holy shit, you look nice." AK greets me with a welcoming hug after looking at me and my outfit, dabi waves at AK and we all enter into his big, beautiful mansion.

"best job i've ever done." i exhale as i sit myself on AK's long sofa after taking off my shoes.

i looked behind me to see AK and dabi having a conversation; an actual sober, fun conversation. i smile at them then turn back around to close my eyes.

"you want a drink?" AK offers dabi, "nah, bro. i'm driving." dabi replies as he drops himself next to me on the sofa.

AK takes a bottle of beer out the fridge and takes out his keys to pop the lid off, dabi leans his head near me and says "i feel like me and AK will be good friends, you know." he gives a small smile.

"i'm glad to hear it." i reply, still with my eyes shut and the back of my head resting on the top of the sofa, "i already knew you felt like that." AK blurts out as he takes the seat on left of me.

"shut up, man." dabi and AK share a manly chuckle between each other, i finally open my eyes to try at least engage with their conversation.

"how long have you guys known each other?" dabi questions us, not out of jealousy nor spite but out of curiosity. it honestly makes me smile seeing him, talk like a normal, HEALTHY person.

AK replies, "i've known her since she was 15, so around 5 years." he takes a swig of his beer and dabi nods his head out of interest.

"yeah, you were like 17? almost 18, right?" i turn to look at him with a soft smile as it's nice to remember the guy and the story of how AK practically saved my life.

AK hums in agreement, "dabi, believe it or not the girl you're seeing now is not the same girl 5 years ago." he takes a swig of his beer and a chuckle escapes his mouth.

"oh, yeah?" dabi chuckles, "y'know what, pass me a bottle." his hands extend outwards to catch the bottle while AK gets a beer.

"y/n, do you know AK's real name?" dabi asks me, i've actually never asked or been intrigued as to why AK calls himself 'AK'. i just thought that AK was his street name and was named after the AK-47.

i shake my head at dabi then wait for AK to explain himself, "oh shit... you guys actually want to know..." AK purses his lips and places the bottle of beer on the coffee table then rubs his thighs.

AK explains that he's always known that this would be his life, he's never experienced a 'normal childhood'. he was born into the gangs, the violence, the drug dealings and the killings...

shit, his first kill was at 11. he briefly tells us that he already knew how he was gonna end up now and how he guessed his father would bring in a random client for him to 'practice' a kill.

apparently, the father had three rules: one, acknowledge and be all knowing. two, show no mercy. three, trust no one. if he were to disobey him or the rules, AK would get beat up by his father or his father's gang friends; his gang friends were ruthless.

they left him half dead multiple times, it's a miracle he is still alive right now. AK stated how he knew that this would happen but i was too intrigued in his life that i didn't question what he meant by that.

AK did in fact abide by his rules, even when those rules were towards his own father. he acknowledged and knew how shitty and abusive his father was, he didn't trust his father and he didn't show any mercy when putting a bullet in his own fathers head.

from that day onward, he stated that 'that's when i grew up.' he changed his name from 'ren aiko' to AK which meant 'acknowledge' or 'all knowing' and burned anything that reminded him of his father to an ash.

"it was just me and my father. my mother died when she gave birth to me and i think that's why my father hated me and treated me the way he did." AK concludes with a sigh, i give him an encouraging, tight side hug and he lays his head on top of mine.

"so you're god?" dabi lightens the mood with a joke since the alcohol is slowly consuming his sobriety, AK's face furrows. "you kept saying how you knew this stuff was gonna happen."

"i was just inferring my future, since my father said 'acknowledge'. you could say i predicted my life, hypothetically." AK leans forward to grab his beer bottle once again and takes a swig out of the bottle.

a couple of conversations and beer bottles later, the two men were drunk. "alright, let's head off to bed now." i stand up and wait for them to follow my actions but of course, they didn't.

dabi and i decided that we will sleep over at AK's place for tonight since dabi decided to drink. "come on, guys" the two were slurring words and mumbling in resistance, they were unable to walk  without losing balance from the looks of it.

ultimately, i make the choice that these two can both sleep on the sofa, DRUNK. while i take AK's big, comfy bed.

"fuck this." i stop forcing them to walk to the room or to sleep, and walk upstairs to AK's bedroom and plop myself on his bed.

the smell of his bed smelt exactly like him; his dior sauvage cologne with a slight smell of weed. i tuck myself into bed and stare at the ceiling.

i should buy an apartment with the money i have now and then save the rest. i'll figure out what i can buy with the remaining cash later, finding a consistent place to stay is my main priority.

however, the thought of not being curious enough to know more about AK crossed my mind. the questions in my head cleared out the loud laughs dabi and AK were sharing downstairs, and it made me really confused why i didn't ask AK any questions about his past.

i didn't know his real name OR why he is called AK until an hour ago, i also don't know his quirk. apparently no one does, people suspected that he uses the "secret quirk" excuse as a cover up since he might not have a quirk...  but AK is too powerful and well-known in the 'underworld' (as we call it) to be quirkless...

i felt overwhelmed with all the questions i had for AK and myself that it actually made me tired. my eyelids felt heavy and i finally shut my eyes to catch up on sleep.

୨⎯ "authors note" ⎯୧

yay! an update!! anyways here's a little bit of backstory to AK, so you guys can get to know him a bit better kinda. i have FINALLY thought of an interesting ending for this story and who knows what it could be... happy, sad?? you will never know!!

anyways thanks for reading! plz vote and share <3 thank u lovies mwahh gbye!!

୨⎯ "authors note end" ⎯୧