"We be throwin'
money in a spiral."
A rollerskater with a bone to pick comes in contact with one of the biggest kingpins in Miami.
Both shrouded in darkness and mystery, they find themselves intertwined in riveting ways that'd change the course of...
WORD COUNT: 5K TW: cursing, kidnapping, violence. NOTE: the only OC I have in this story is High John. Everyone else is a Haikyuu character or a historical druglord figure. (Y/N) - Your Name (L/N) - Last Name (H/C) - Hair Color (E/C) - Eye Color (B/T) - Body Type (H/T) - Height (E/N) - Ethnicity (F/F) - Favorite Food (F/C) - Favorite Color
"SKI MASK ON MY FACE, SOMETIMES YOU GOTTA CHEAT...TO STAY AHEAD IN THIS BITCH."
— PROJECT PAT. | KNIFE TALK
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Miami's bullet-ridden nights didn't start when Nightcrawler crawled onto the underground scene, executing lords like a medieval executioner. In fact, it's been happening long before his predecessors ran the city in their prime. There were only a few who could stand above all the others, but two specific figures took the cake. High John, Nightcrawler's mentor, maintained influence over multiple cities in different countries. Roman—the leader of Sanguine—was a faceless druglord. Not much is known about Roman's upbringing, but it intertwined in ways with Nightcrawler he'd never guess.
Now, he was about to figure out why.
[EARLIER THAT SAME DAY]
"Kiyokoooooo~!"
Across another parking lot, somewhere a bit west from downtown, stood a rundown shopping center home to local businesses on the verge of closing. Due to this specific center not being near any attraction sites, it didn't lure much business, but the business that it did lure managed to keep them alive and well. (Y/N) waved her hand to the approaching pickup truck holding one of her best friends she met in her last year of middle school, Kiyoko.
They hit it off immediately and it was history from there. She'd pick (Y/N) up in a truck too large for her size whenever needed because (Y/N) refused to drive a regular car if her motorcycle wasn't available. They contrasted each other so well due to their differences. They were like night and day, but neither minded it.
A large, flat mattress laid on the back of an extremely tired employee, hired by the mattress store (Y/N) just made a purchase from to carry her new asset to Kiyoko's truck.
"My back is saved!" she exclaimed with excitement written all over her face.
Kiyoko only side-eyed the woman, who hopped in the passenger's seat like the passenger princess she is with her receipt and change since she paid in cash. As they drove back to (Y/N)'s apartment, she detailed her interesting night at the skating rink and then the tragedy that happened right after.
