Stop Using Me {suna x uke male}

Chp: 61

(M/N) did exactly what he just said he was going to do. It happened exactly the way he said it was. The guy directly behind (M/N) ran at him first, (M/N) jumped up, making sure it wasn't hard enough to break the table, but hard enough to tuck his knees into his chest above the man. The man came close to flying through the broken mirror, but (M/N) grabbed his leg, pulling him back. Slamming his back on the table, his head hanging off the table. inhaling some of the smoke, taking it out, blowing out the smoke in his face and rubbing the lit bud on the middle of the male's forehead.

(M/N) smirked at the agonizing scream.

He lifted his dominant hand up, the other hand gripping his shirt, punching him out cold. He didn't bother to check the pulse, either way, he was going to be dead.

He put his hand on his face, middle of his palm pushing into his nose. He lifted himself up, going into a split kick. Kicking the two on the side, his hand pushing more into the male beneath him, the crack of his neck rung out.

(M/N) was satisfied with the sound.

(M/N)'s legs were on both sides of the male he just killed. He popped on his knees, doing a back flip as the last two lunged at him. He grabbed their legs, when his feet landed on the table, he pushed off once more and did a front flip. Pulling them down as their legs hit the side of the table before skidding under it. That's when (M/N)'s feet landed gracefully on the table. (M/N) jumped off the table, the side closes to Inarizaki, his hand extended out as his bo staff went into his hand and turned into a gun.

(M/N) felt a thrill wash over as he fired four bullets without hesitation to the four still alive.

He lifted his leg up, slamming it down on the edge of the table. The force caused the table to slip off its legs and spin in the air. (M/N) spun, immediately kicking as it hit five people's heads, crushing the heads in the wall. They fell limply.

(M/N) tilted his head back, looking at them upside down. An open wide grin spread across his face, "It's really a shame you guys want to be enemies." Eyes slowly rotating to Suna, "We would've been unstoppable." Head titled back in front of him.

There was still so many people left, but this, this to the male was just practice. He put his hands behind his back, pulling as his shoulders popped. His eyes trained on the people in front of him, all very scared to move.

He rotated his shoulders, letting the stiff feeling disappear.

He lifted his twisted leg up, pulling at a piece of Jay's shirt. The shirt untying as the table legs he was using for support dropped to the ground. He extended his leg a bit, cringing at the pain but did it until he could move it with ease. He then put his full body weight on that leg. Smirking as he could still move freely.

He smirked at their shocked expressions. Of course, anyone would be shocked. He shouldn't be able to use that leg. But, injecting serums you and a buddy of yours create can mess with your nervous system, blood cells and immune system.

(M/N) rotated his neck slowly in a circle as it popped too. He rubbed his hand on his neck and sighed, smearing blood on his skin.

He sighed once more, feeling his muscles ease. His bloodied hands were about to pool over with red.

He began walking to them, each step he took, they took one back. (M/N) frowned at that, it would be no fun if they just let him kill them. He wanted a challenge, wanted something to feel the next three minutes.

"C'mon," He laughed, "It's no fun if you're cowards."

"What are you imbeciles doing?! Fight him." Mr.Sanjo snapped.