Lies [Bsd x boy!reader]

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"You make everything okay" 

POV: ???

"Very well how much?" 

"I'd say about nine million yen." An old man with a grey moustache said. He held a walking stick in his hand smiling proudly. "But if you don't have the money for that- I guess we can kill you and your wife?" 

"Please, no! I promise I'll have the money by tomorrow." The brunette pleaded. "W-wait. I have another request." The old man raised an eyebrow. "That is?" He pated is pockets looking for something. He pulled out a photo of an 8 year old boy. "You can take him. Do as you please, just leave me and my wife out of this. Before you decline, he is an ability user. He'll get you as much information as you want."

"What is the meaning of this?" The old man frowned. "He can do more then just that. He can use peoples fears against them!" The male let out historical laughter. "I'll give you till the day after tomorrow. If I don't like him, I'll kill you and your family." The brunette nodded his head frantically.

...

After my boss was done speaking we left. "Sir, are you sure of this?" we walked down the alleyway. "If that boy can tell me who killed my daughter, we will take him in and use him for information."

"He can use peoples fears against them."     

"Do you think he was just saying that to get your attention."

"People are foolish and will go as far as to tell lies to get what they want. That's why I only trust certain people." The old man opened the car door. He looked at the high buildings between the alleyway. "This world is cruel. Watch your back, there's always someone ready to strike a knife in it."

"I see, sir. Please have a safe trip back." I watched as the car drove off into the night. It's bright lights bounced off the windows. I turned around to walk home. I shook my head something just doesn't feel right at all. When I turned a corner I saw a stomach churning sight. Dead bodies lay everywhere, blood covered the wall. I bent down to look at the corpse that caught my attention. A woman. She wore a bright pink dress, pearls hanged from her neck, her blonde hair sprawled on the dirty ground. "Who could have done this?"

"He can use peoples fears against them."

Was it the boy who did this- Surely it wasn't? I'm just overthinking it. I can't think of who would kill so many people. The Port Mafia. Maybe, but it's best not to put the blame on them. I walk over the woman's body over to a man's who's face looks disfigured. I take out a travel sized flashlight and slowly moved the light over the man's body.

"What's that?" I squinted my eyes. There was something glowing inside the mans mouth. I reached my fingers into his move and pulled out a vial, there was a message in it.

"Are you afraid?"

I looked up, startled by the voice in front of me. It was a young boy with messy hair, staring me down. He's white t-shirt was ripped and smudged with blood. He's eyes were dull, they lacked of emotion. It made me wonder what this child had been through. My mouth was agape, I couldn't get the words out of my mouth. I swallowed the lump in my throat and build up the courage to speak. "Who are you?"

He just stared at me intently and shook is head, tangling his already messed up hair. Laughter. That was all that came out of him. "Does that really matter? Because it sure doesn't to me." His voice was hoarse like he hasn't drank something in a long time. I put the vial in my pants pocket. "Kid, did you do this?" He looked around him. "I.. don't know." He started. Stepping over the bodies not trying to step on them.