Black Market ~Mafia! Yandere! Bakugou X reader~ (Discontinued)

4) The injured boy

everytime I have a violent thought of murder, a voice whispers in my head constantly and won't go away until I finish the job!

It's so annoying.
What makes it even more annoying, is that the voice sounds like that stupid Deku!

~(Y/n)'s P.O.V.~

I finished my shift at work and when I got home, it was roughly a bit past 9:00pm and I needed more spicy noodles, so I decided to go to the store and get some more and maybe buy some new school supplies too. As I made my way to the elevator, my neighbor, Karen, came out of the elevator with a bunch of shopping bags and the usual scowl on her face. Honestly, I was just surprised she was out at a time like this. Probably argued with a manager for a good couple of hours...

"Omigod," Karen exaggerated, "Why're you in the way of the elevator? I've got BAGS"

"Karen, I'm legit 5 meters away from the door," I argued, "You have plenty of room to get out the elevator"

"No I don't," Karen argued with a hefty huff, "Any decent person knows to leave a free hallway for anyone coming out of an elevator". I sighed to myself and mentally begged god to give me the strength to not strangle Karen right then and there. Eventually, after an hour or so of arguing with Karen and the door opening and closing repeatedly, she finally left the elevator and went about her day looking for her next victims to complain to. I sighed and stepped into the elevator, clicking the button for the first floor.

Once out of the hotel, I began to make my way to my to the nearest shopping mall. As I was minding my own business, walking along the footpath to the shopping mall, when someone squealed; "OMIGOD! IT'S (Y/N) THE POP IDOL! EEEEE~!". I gulped and sweat dropped, because in a matter of seconds, I was swarmed by teenage girls who I guessed were my fans. They all swarmed me talking to me at once,
"OMIGOD! I LOVE YOUR MUSIC!"

"I like all of your videos!"

"Your so amazing!"

"Do you make your costumes!?"

Eventually, I tried to slip out of the crowd but they had me surrounded. The only thing I don't like about being famous is being spotted on the streets like this. How'd they even recognise me when I was covering my face? I'll never know.

I'd eventually gotten away from those fans of mine, and decided to take a shortcut to the mall in hopes to not be spotted like that again. As I walked through the alleyway, I noticed that it was decorated with pipes sticking out of walls. Some emitting steam. I grumbled to myself and continued through the alleyway.

I'd rather deal with this than that horde of fans.

As I wandered through the alleyway, I heard something metallic falling and clanging against the other metal in the alley. Followed by that noise was the sound of something heavy falling and a pained moan. Startled, I hastily and nervously asked, "I-is someone there?!"

"...." Nothing. I couldn't exactly see where I was going either, the steam from the pipes blocked my vision. Again I repeated my question as I wearily made my way further into the alleyway. 

"Gah! Dammit!" Someone groaned. I silently gasped and made my way closer to the voice. It was oddly familiar though, but I just couldn't seem to put my finger on who the voice belonged to. As I neared where the voice came from, I could make out a silhouette in the steam. I made my way closer, except I heard the clicking of a gun and when the steam cleared, I saw a boy around my age with spiky ash blonde hair, on the ground with his back against the wall, one hand holding his torso. His body covered in blood and wounds. His face was covered with a mask and he pointed a gun at me,

"You again?" He grumbled as he slowly put the gun down

"Wait I remember you!" I finally realised who the boy was, "Your that guy from the convenience store!"

"Yeah so wha- Gah! Damn, that hurts!" He groaned in pain as he clutched his wound,

"What happened?" I asked as I crouched down to his level

"None of your business, just leave me here to die already!" He argued

"Well excuse me for having some humanity and being worried about you!" I puffed my cheeks, "I'll call you an ambulance,"

"NO DON'T!" He shouted

"Why not? I'm not just gonna leave you here to die!" I stated

"Just don't call an ambulance," He stated once more

"You don't like hospitals?" I asked

"It's not that I don't like them but I just don't....prefer to to go to hospitals..." He stated

"Pretty sure that's the same as not liking hospitals," I deadpanned. The boy turned his head away and I sighed and thought for a minute. Then I spoke up and asked, "Can you walk?"

"What's it look like?" He grumbled, "Just leave me be already so piss off and forget you saw me"

"No way. If I can't take you to a hospital then...I'll take care of you!" I insisted

"Don't bother with me! I told you-urg!" He stopped mid-sentence and coughed up a large amount of blood. After that, he slumped over and didn't say a thing. I stood where I was, processing what I'd just witnessed and then I asked if he was okay. He didn't respond, I panicked and quickly checked his pulse. He was alive which was good but his wounds were worse than terrible. I pulled out my phone and checked the time. It was 11:30pm. Almost no one is around at this time.
I mustered up all my courage and strength and then picked him up off the ground, slung his arm around my neck, put one of my arms around his torso for a better hold and carried him out of the alley way and then sneakily back to the hotel. The only problem now was getting past the reception without them seeing the boy. Then, suddenly, thanks to pure luck, the luckiest thing happened-though it was also kind of a bad thing- the power went out! The lights were shut off and if I was quick enough, I could make it to the emergency stairs and up to my floor without anyone seeing the boy!

As quickly and silently as I could, I swiftly opened the door and somewhat sprinted to the emergency stairs before the lady at reception could get a flashlight. Once I made my way to the emergency stairs, I huffed to myself knowing it'd be a long way up starting from the 1st floor and getting to the 15th floor-which is the floor my room is on. It was going to be harder because I was carrying the mysterious boy with me too. I let out a heft sigh and started climbing the seemingly endless stairs. 

After I'd managed to climb up to the 13th floor, the power came back on. I nervously sweat dropped and started climbing the stairs faster. Once on the 15th floor, I PRAYED that karen would be asleep and not come out of her hotel room. Thankfully, I made it to my room without Karen or anyone seeing me. Good luck seemed to be on my side tonight! Oh yeah!

Now inside, I quickly-but gently, laid the boy on the bed. I then skimmed my eyes over his body, examining his wounds. The bleeding wasn't as bad as before but he had some pretty nasty wounds. I made my way to the bathroom to get the first aid kit so that I could tend to his wounds. I walked back to the bed room and sat myself at the edge of the bed as I quickly examined his wounds once more before gently sitting him up and removing his shirt to clean the wounds on his torso so then I can wrap them up.

I hope he'll be okay...

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A/n: Phew! Finally finished this chapter. What do you guys think? The word count for this chapter is 1386 words, wow! Anyway, I hope you stick around till the next chapter!