Back at it again with the Mafia AUs! Didn't expect it to turn out extensive so I'm going to divide the plot and the lemon into two. Reminder to take good care of yourselves, you guys are so awesome!
"Take that"
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In all his years spent involved in Hyogo's series of underground organizations, Atsumu has had his fair share of violence and instances where doom was imminent. The long-since healed gash across his chest was validation enough in proving so.
Regardless of what he had been through and the pain he would eventually come to experience, Atsumu felt that joining the mafia was something more worthwhile than being encased in a monochromatic, borish cubicle typing his life away.
Fighting, to him, had been a defense mechanism ever since he and his twin, Osamu, were taken from their home and forced into performing painstaking labor for the executives. He fought for food, fought for garments, but Atsumu, ironically, lost the will to fight for the life he previously led. Atsumu believed that there was no longer a need to return to their parents, they didn't deserve tainted sons, their past was beautiful but vulnerable, violence was what molded a future where they reigned superior.
The twins found brothers amongst their fellow victims and together they swore to grab the underground by the neck and make it their bitch.
Who knew such an aspiration would take only six years to achieve?
Of course it didn't come without major discipline. As much as Atsumu despised being docile, he had to bear with it.
When the twins and their friends turned 15, having trained themselves to Satan's hearth by then, they officially joined the organization and rose in ranks, eventually executing those responsible for their anguish, which left the harvest of business for the taking.
Their situation would only improve from then on, well only up until recently, when the news of a raid had been reported.
Unfortunately for the culprits, they infiltrated Atsumu's area and that would result in a very gruesome demise.
"'Tsumu, I'm telling you that what you're planning is reckless." There was an irk mark on his twin's temple, Osamu had just about enough, he swore he was only a hair's breadth away from starting his own business in order to exclude himself from Atsumu's impulsive decisions.
Atsumu barely let his twin's statement register, especially amidst gathering all his firearms as well as a variety of blades in his collection. He could feel Osamu's gaze pierce right through him, noting the ill intentions behind it but again.
But seeing as he was too pre-occupied and infuriated with the fact that someone had the balls to take his property and deal a considerably expensive amount of damage in the process, he really could not care less.
He was going to catch the perpetrator and he was going to deal with them handsomely.
"Don't call for the limo, I'll be going there alone tonight." Atsumu murmured, eyes still fixated on his ammunition. Osamu scoffed, "I wasn't planning to. Bold of you to assume I'd give a damn about your stocks." His twin's brows furrowed upwards in disgust.
"Why I oughta--" Atsumu snapped, only to sneer at the absence of his brother who he vowed to deal with once this frustrating ordeal had come to an end.
Lapse
Lamentably so, a lone woman was out for Atsumu's stocks and she preferred to add the beauty of demolition into the mix of her expeditions so not a trace of her schemes would remain.
