𝐅𝐈𝐄𝐑𝐂𝐄 ➥ 𝘩𝘲 𝘹 𝘵𝘳

𝐭𝐰𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐲 𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐞

An annoyed sigh escaped from Kakucho's lips as he quietly entered the dimly lit room. He switched the lights on for him to see better.

"Bastards," He shook his head in dismay, moving closer towards the two motionless figures on the ground. "I can't believe they laid a hand on her."

Once he got close, he crouched down to see Y/N lying on top of Atsumu's chest. 

A large frown etched on his face after seeing the dried streaks of blood and tears on her face. His calloused fingers went to untie the ropes off her, trying his best not to touch her inappropriately.

"Baj—" His eyes widened in shock as he got pulled towards someone. Arms went around his neck, keeping him in a tight hold.

"Kakucho, right?" Y/N asked hoarsely. "The one disposing of Atsumu, hmm?"

The whole time, Y/N was awake. She had to act that she was unconscious before making her next move. Indeed, she fooled him as he's now under her control.

"Listen," Kakucho tried to respond, but the pressure of her grip made it hard for him. He was immobilized on the ground as the air got stuck in his throat. "M-Maybe we c-can talk this out?"

"Oh, so you want to bargain? Then talk," Y/N grinned, keeping her guard up in case he does something. "Before I knock you out cold."

Kakucho merely scoffs at her statement, confident that her strength is nothing compared to his. Though, he doesn't have any intention of harming her. He still has respect for every female he sees.

"I'll bring your friend to the hospital. In exchange, you'll help me with my King, Izana."

"ARE YOU OUT OF YOUR MIND? WHAT MADE YOU THINK I'LL HELP YOU WHEN HE'S THE ONE WHO ORDERED THE HAITANI BROTHERS TO BEAT ATSUMU TO A PULP!" She yelled in anger as tears yet again threatened to escape her eyes. 

The events not so long ago were still burned in her mind. Her mind still couldn't grasp why someone innocent had to be involved in this mess.

"I HONESTLY DON'T UNDERSTAND THIS FIGHT, BUT IT HAS SOMETHING TO DO WITH KISAKI," Kakucho stated loudly, making her stop from strangling him. "T-That fucker is using Izana."

"Kisaki?" She repeated. "Again?"

"I don't know what you mean by that, but," He coughed awkwardly since her bare legs were still around his torso. "Could you please get off me before we discuss things?"

Y/N raised a brow before shrugging her shoulders.

"Whatever, but I'm warning you, if you do something, then we'll have a problem."

She jumped off him before quickly taking the first aid kit he dropped minutes ago. She immediately went towards Atsumu as she treated his wounds.

"Talk," She demanded as Kakucho nodded his head.

"I owe Izana my life, but I don't approve of him cooperating with Kisaki," Kakucho said in pure disdain. "And I know it's not too late to ask for help, so please..."

"...Help me save him," he pleaded, tone full of desperation.

Y/N side-eyed him as he kneeled in front of her, his forehead pressed against the cold floor.

"You're asking me to save that asshole? I can't even save my friends." She chuckled humorlessly. 

In many movies and stories, heroes help and protect the people they care for, no matter what circumstances they might face. But the reality is, sometimes, saving someone is an impossible task when the situation itself is hopeless.