To Kill For Love

Chapter Two

February sixth came a lot quicker than Katsuki originally anticipated, but his excitement overwhelmed his initial surprise. He spent months staking the location out, planning how to carry out the job, and training to be at his very best.

He spent an hour preparing before he headed out. He strapped a small switchblade to his right ankle, hidden within his padded, black boot. A switchblade attached to his left hip via a specially made magnet. He hid larger knives inside the inner pockets of his leather jacket, which still allowed him to move easily. A pistol tucked into the waistband of his pants for emergency situations. Finally, he hid two more blades in his shirt sleeves, allowing him to drop them down if needed. He would use those before anything else.

Once fully fitted and prepped for the fight, Katsuki began his walk toward the train station.

Bakugou Katsuki would not lie. He knew he was a pretty omega, and he oftentimes relished in the praise he received from partners, so being catcalled on the street hardly bothered him. But when one alpha decided to grab his ass while waiting to board the train, Katsuki nearly lost his cool and slit the fucker's throat.

He knew better than to act out. If he acted irrationally, he would get caught. Planned murders proved easier to get away with than those performed in the heat of the moment. With his training in tact, Katsuki merely glared daggers at the pervert as he moved to the opposite side.

The train ride itself proved uneventful. He rode all the way to the station nearest the mansion then booked a cab the rest of the way. The mansion itself was located in the heart of Tokyo, built more like a fortress than a home. All business was conducted within its walls, and police officers knew better than to get anywhere near it with their annoying questions.

Rather than heading in the front door like a pathetic amateur, Katsuki made his way around to the side of the mansion, right where Midoriya Izuku's balcony happened to be. He climbed the two stories effortlessly and quietly, never making a sound. Strong, muscular arms hauled themselves over the balcony, and Katsuki rolled onto the ground as smoothly as possible. The gun at his back dug into his skin, where heat bloomed uncomfortably. The feeling was small but not enough to draw his attention from his goal.

A knife fell from Katsuki's sleeve, and the handle slipped perfectly into his right hand. With light steps, the omega crept to the unlocked door. Nimble fingers pushed it open, allowing Katsuki to slip inside.

As predicted, no one was in the room.

The omega released a gentle sigh of relief. His adrenaline levels were through the roof and sent endorphins throughout his entire body. Fuck, he loved the feeling. His head fell back, neck exposed, and he fought the urge to cry out in delight.

Just as he straightened himself out, however, he felt something cold press to the back of his bare neck, and shivers made the hairs on his body stand up.

Yeah, Katsuki's senses were impeccable. He should have heard footsteps or smelt the very obvious scent of firewood and winter. Hell, from where he stood, he could almost taste both flames and snowflakes on his tongue. And as his entire body stiffened, as he closed his eyes with regret, he found himself completely trapped.

"Who are you?" A low, almost emotionless voice spoke from behind him. The barrel of the gun felt like ice on Katsuki's overly warm skin. "Why are you here?" The familiar sound of the gun cocking rang in Katsuki's sensitive ears, and he almost winced.

He had two choices. Either remain silent and die or speak and possibly live long enough to figure out an escape. "Bakugou Katsuki." He answered gruffly.

"Why are you here, Bakugou Katsuki?" The sound of his name from the stranger's tongue sent sparks of need throughout the omega's body. With a sudden, desperate whine, he collapsed onto his knees.