"Do you have the bullets? It's almost dinnertime and I want to get this over with." Y/N leaned against a wall inside an abandoned warehouse, surrounded by yakuza members brandishing weapons.
It was a messy place, a wide open area with crates lining the walls. Hints of moss grew on the floor and walls, and there was a faint smell of alcohol in the air.
The person acting as leader of this group nodded slowly, speaking with a thick accent. He was an intimidating man, tall and muscled with tattoos all over his neck.
"Give us the money first."
Y/N shook his head, grinning. "You must be joking! I'm literally here to buy something from you, and you don't even give me the chance to look at it!"
"Talk about bad salesmanship..."
His words made a few of the members tense up, guns being clutched slightly tighter. "I mean, where is the guy that created this stuff? It literally erases quirks, would have been nice to talk about how he made it."
Y/N looked around as if that person was hiding somewhere near. Don't be shy, come on out!
The leader turned around, subtly clenching his fists while Y/N watched, a smile on the boy's face. He took a small briefcase out of a crate and came back to the rest of them, placing it down and removing a single red cartridge from it.
The man shoved it in the teen's grinning face. "Here, you've got your proof. One quirk-erasing bullet. Now give us the cash, or fuck off."
Y/N held up a finger. "Give me a second." He reached into his pocket and took out a stack of cash, flicking through it. "Ten thousand, twenty thousand, thirty thousand, forty thousand..."
This carried on till the total reached two hundred thousand, Y/N purposely counting slowly to annoy the gang.
He then handed the entire stack to the yakuza leader, beaming proudly. "There, that should cover fifty cartridges." He took the single extra cartridge from the man's hand and slotted it back into the briefcase, before picking up the case in one hand.
The man looked at the cash in rage, before throwing it on the ground. Each of the gang readied their guns, and one of them pressed a pistol to Y/N's head. "We agreed on nine hundred thousand!" The muscled leader stepped close to Y/N, leaning in to speak loudly into his ear.
"Give us the full amount, or I'll have my friend here put a bullet in your skull."
Y/N wrinkled his nose in disgust. "Did you brush your teeth this morning?" he asked casually, staring up at the larger man with wide e/c eyes. "Your breath stinks, really."
He tilted his head at the furious expression on the leader's face.
"Alright, deal with him." The older man snapped his fingers and walked off, not giving Y/N another look. The gang member holding the gun tensed his arm, finger tightening around the trigger.
Then fell dead.
His body froze, before slumping limply to the ground. The soft thud made the boss turn around, looking at the corpse in confusion. There was no bullet hole, no wound on his body. And no sign of Y/N.
The rest of the yakuza in the building raised their guns, a few shooting at where the teen had been standing a few seconds ago. The gunshots rang through the empty building.
Picking up the briefcase of quirk-erasing bullets and holding a pistol in the other, the yakuza leader motioned for the rest of the group to follow him out.
A frown spread over the tattooed man's face as he looked around surreptitiously. There was no movement, no sound - the boy had just disappeared.
He shrugged, ignoring the dead body of his comrade on the floor and walking away.
Not getting very far before Y/N stepped out of thin air in front of him, playful eyes glowing a deep purple, casting a soft glow over the surprised man's face. "Asshole."
Y/N placed a hand on the leader's shoulder, the purple in his irises momentarily flaring as the man's knees buckled and he collapsed dead to the ground. Y/N disappeared a moment after, leaving no trace of how he'd gone.
The gang watched in horror, before paranoia overtook them, doubt creeping onto their faces.
A young boy had just killed two of their members without a scratch, seeming like it was no effort at all. And he had disappeared.
Most of them huddled up in groups, guns bristling in every direction as their eyes scanned the empty area. It was dead silent, besides their fast breathing and muttered conversation.
A few tried to run to the indignant shouts of their fellows, dumping weapons on the floor and sprinting towards the exit. Yakuza was all about protecting each other, but they didn't even give it a second thought.
They exited the doors, seemingly making it out of the warehouse without harm.
Then, screams rang from outside the building, being cut off sharply before limp bodies were thrown back in sight of the main group.
Y/N stepped into view after them, raising a hand in casual greeting.
"Whoa, I feel like I know you guys from somewhere." He tilted his head cheekily. "Strange, I know right?"
The gang fired wildly in his direction, his body turned translucent the second before the bullets should have hit, all of them impacting on the wall behind him. His form solidified as the men looked down at their useless weapons in confusion.
"Oh, sorry about that." Y/N peered over his shoulder at the bullet marks on the wall, wincing. "Someone's gonna have to fix that up, aren't they?" He looked back, shrugging in a pose that shouted 'oh well, whatever'
The boy disappeared, reappearing in front of the terrified gang and touching each of them almost tenderly on the body, causing each of them to fall immediately.
His eyes flared brighter and brighter, and he moved faster and faster, moving in flashes of purple light between victims.
One of the yakuza tried to fight, drawing a knife from his pocket and brandishing it with shaky hands. Y/N stopped in front of him, hands in his pockets while staring at the older man. "You're dumber than you look," he commented. "And that's really disappointing."
The gang member lunged at Y/N with an outstretched arm, the teen moving inhumanly fast. He dodged to the side, grabbing the man's arm as it went past him, and breaking it with his finger and his thumb.
There was a gruesome snap, then the man screamed loud, falling to his knees to cradle his arm. The rest of the yakuza panicked and ran, scattering in all directions away from the demon in the centre of the warehouse.
None of them got more than five steps before they fell dead as Y/N teleported to each one of them, terror freezing on their faces.
The surviving member was curled up into a ball in the middle, clutching his broken arm while tears raced down his cheeks.
"P-please, don't hurt me." He begged, eyes shut in anticipation. "Leave me alone. I'll do anything..."
No response. The man waited in fear, heart racing. There was no sound of movement, no breathing, no talking. Everything was silent. He cracked one of his eyes open, seeing nothing. Then both of his eyes open.
The warehouse was littered with dead bodies, all of them besides two with frightened looks on their faces. There wasn't a single drop of blood - it was like they'd all just fallen asleep. The man got up painfully, coughing while his eyes glanced around the room. Then he broke into a sprint, tearing out of the graveyard while holding his snapped arm.
Y/N watched him leave from the rooftop, grinning that someone had survived and could tell the others about the killings. "Gotta let someone go, don't I? After all," he said to himself. "It'll be fun watching the heroes try to solve this."
He turned around and walked casually to the other side of the roof before jumping off, eyes glowing brightly and a briefcase firmly in his hand.
"Ooh, I wonder if it'll be on TV?"
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Angel of Death (BNHA x male villain reader)
ФанфикPlayful fifteen-year-old Y/N is what some people would call a villain. He kills, very often, and that marks him out as 'evil'. In reality, Y/N is a contract killer. He is paid millions to assassinate anybody, from children to pro heroes. To most, i...
