Forever Under Your Influence

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POV Iwaizumi

There is a rush in your veins that runs faster than you do when you are about to kill someone. It's louder than the heartbeat against the chest telling you to go faster, to make real the plan of your dreams: murdering another fucking asshole. He's waiting in a fancy suit and expensive tie while I look sitting on the top corner of the building. Oikawa Tooru is under my feet, a nice position to crush his head open. He is a tall, beautiful creature, beaming with the light of neon and the spark of alcohol. It almost makes me sad to know the horrors that his skin hides, that beauty with beast eyes.

I know every step to take in this hell's place; I live in the house of the devil himself. I move the cables around and slay my way down, the sound of the metal hiding my breath and Tooru's voice bumping against the walls, whoever he's in a call with giving him some great news. He laughs with his whole body, bending over, and I'm happy with the thought of watching him like that in a few minutes, bleeding and begging.

"Oh, it was great. You should have seen it. Heart as cold as his hands, he's a great talent. A natural professional. I fucking hate those, you know?"

"Yeah, I do. Would you like to kill him?"

"Fuck you. I'm going home". He cuts the other man's giggle and hangs up.

It feels so nice to be alone with my date tonight. To drop right behind him and grab him by the hair, he's taller than me but that doesn't matter. It doesn't matter how calm he looks. It doesn't matter he thinks I'm a joke. My people are with me and they're waiting for the good news. It's time to kill the King.

"You're not going anywhere until I say so," I whispered. He mocks me but doesn't try to move. He and his partners have been controlling this city for too long. All of us, the ones that had to sell their soules to keep living, want revenge. Right now, it's at the grasp of my fingers. I'm the one that will choose to caress him or pull the fucking trigger.

"Honestly it's been a long day, and I want a nice, hot bath. So either you take it with me or run away." Oikawa rests on my chest (he is tired.) looking at me like I'm just another hour he needs to get over with, a simple cut road you can't cross, a story you're too bored to listen to.

"Well, seems like you don't like my deal", he lamented. "Such a handsome face wasted."

Oikawa Tooru, one of Miyato's mafia leaders, turns around and stabs me in the stomach.

Then the heart.

And the last time with his eyes while cutting open my neck.

He kisses my forehead and lets me fall to the ground, cleaning his hands with a red handkerchief, the same color of the floor I'm lying on.

"Goodnight, Iwa-chan."

I watch him get away. I remember my family just a couple of streets down. I imagine them finding my body. I refuse to believe they'll try to kill Oikawa Tooru. I don't want them to end like me. God, but I know they will.

I stare at the bloody footprints the mafia leader has left over the metal and wonder if he will change his shoes. Does he even care to be discovered? Everyone knows who he is, what he does. Yet, here I am, dying for what is feeling like hours.

When the light of the sun shines, replacing all the neon around me, I'm still here. Actual hours after being killed. My stomach seems like just one again and my breath comes out of my mouth instead of the already close cut on my throat. So is it that I can talk.

"I guess I'm one of those", I think more than speak, trying to get back up.

"Fuck me."