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Ryuunosuke Akutagawa Drabble - Something I'm Suited For

Title: Something I'm Suited For

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Type: Drabble

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Warnings: Violence

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I have been cutting people down since I can remember. My first years as a child are foggy compared to the ones I've had in the Mafia and out on the streets when I was a teenager. I made the assumption that I have been killing since then. I knew I had a knack for the type of work when I'd first killed. It seemed like an awakening to me, and my blood lust.

The man, an idiot, tried to steal something from my friends and me. I saw him as he was attempting to escape and I called out to him to stop. The man stood stock still before quickly pulling a gun out of his pocket and aiming the weapon at me. Me, being a teenager at around 13 years of age, still feared the object. I believe the gun fired and my ability reacted simultaneously. I shut my eyes upon hearing a scream and the sounds of tearing flesh and when I looked again, the man as standing there no longer. Instead, a pool of blood collected on where he once stood and I found his body parts strewn around and in that pool. I looked myself over and saw a black beast coming from my coat. It's form was stained with blood. I realized that I had somehow activated this "creature" and had killed

You might think that after having killed someone, I would be scared out of my mind but I wasn't. I was actually very calm through the whole ordeal and I reacted with much less shock than you would have thought. I soon learned to control my power and became one of the top providers for defense in our little group of friends. In a few months, I had grown accustom to violence and the harsh reality that we lived in. 

Once I was taken into the Mafia, I seemed to feel at home. Bloodshed and battle were what I was made for. They are something I am comfortable with. It's almost as if life is more fun that way, on the dangerous side. It's why I am accustomed to battle and death. It's why I am the living reincarnate of Death itself. I have gotten to used to it, killing comes to me like breathing does to a normal citizen.

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That brings us to my latest assignment. The assignment itself wasn't too complicated. It was to locate, extract, and eliminate an enemy of the syndicate. It was a typical job and an easy one. My search team had located the individual rather quickly, due to his low knowledge of concealing himself and trying to be discreet. We caught him off guard in his home and dragged him outside by his legs. The man was kicking and trying to scream as we dragged him, however, his legs were held firm and his mouth was gagged. Screaming and kicking came to no avail.

Once outside, we threw him against the sidewalk and removed the gag. He didn't let out a scream tho. This was because one man was holding a rifle directly at his temple. The man shook with fear as we looked him over. I smiled a devilish smile and looked him directly in the eyes. I could see the fear rising the more I watched him. It was entertaining, to say the least.

"So, you planned on betraying us? That's a complete shame, sir. If you didn't do that, you wouldn't be subject to the torture we will put you through and then your ultimate death at the end. You could've lived a long happy life, well was long and happy as a Mafia-affiliated person could live. It'd still have been better than this fate, though." I said in an almost apologetic tone. I nodded to the men who were standing behind me and the interrogation begun. We went on beating the man and breaking some limbs before he had spilled all of the information he knew. We virtually wrung him out like how you wring out a wet towel before putting it out to dry. Once the man was beaten, bruised, and on the ground gasping for breath, the task fell unto me to finish him. I smiled and my form glowed a faint red as Rashomon sprung from my coat. The man's eyes widened as he saw a jaw of death coming right for him.
The man let out half a scream before his head was split into two halves. The sheer amount of the blood drawn upwards when Rashomon had sliced the man in half and then moved back towards me seemed like a shower. It was as if the sky had turned red and the gods were crying tears of crimson water. I laughed softly to myself as I stepped back. The floor was dirtied by the spilled liquids and almost all of the men there had their clothing soaked to some extent. I was covered the most but I was fine. My ability would clean me up anyways.

I nodded to the others and turned away. As I walked, I heard the sounds of feet shuffling and cleaning up the aftermath of my assassination. I coughed softly but smiled. It was violent, yes, but this was my normal. It truly was something that would take a normal man, one born without the mindset to kill, years to finally become accustomed. I considered myself lucky.

As I neared the base, I made a small comment to myself. "You never cross the Mafia. There will be retaliation and there's a high probability that it will be deadly, not for the Mafia, but for you."

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