Silhouette ✓ (⛔❤☁)

F I F T Y - O N E

Purote grinned, wiping the blood off of his split lips. It smeared across his face and hand, but he didn't seem to notice.

"Ain't my fuckin' fault you're a dumbass" He sneered, literally looking down on the figure below him. Said figure hissed, glaring up at him.

He was half their size, yet here he stood as the victor. Mockingly shaking a small bag of pills, Purote laughed.

"Pay up next time"

"Fuck you! You're just a damn kid! To hell with this, I'm gonna kill you!"

"Touchy" He murmured, stepping back to let the man get back to his feet. "Go right ahead, be my guest"

It wasn't even two seconds later that Purote was grabbing an arm, redirecting a punch aimed for his face. He didn't block, there was no way he'd waste the moment the guy had unknowingly left for him to use.

He let the man continue forward, moving towards him in a way that created a decent amount of force when his own fist hit the man's upper abdomen.

An unmeasurable pleasure ran through him as the breath was knocked from the man's lungs. It made his body tingle, a euphoric feeling taking over and causing a loopy grin.

To be fair, he was also under the influence of those gummies he'd taken earlier. That was also the reason that even the smallest action sent this exultant feeling shooting through him.

It felt so good to release this pent up energy.

He dodged a hit, ducking under it just in time. His reflexes from Mother had conditioned him, trained him against violence.

This was easy, too easy. He was all too soon standing over the drug addict with bloody fists and a blinding smile.

"Learned your lesson?" Purote all but purred.

The man slit out a mixture of blood and saliva into his face. "Fuck you, you little fucker"

Instead of following his initial urge to continue beating the man into the ground, Purote simply leant back and wiped his face.

"You're not very creative, you little fucker" He mocked. "I've gotten go, so unless you can magically produce your payment, I'll be taking these with me"

Nothing was said in return, obviously there was no payment in the ready. No one dared beg for a loan from the Jade Bats, either, so it was best to keep quiet and hope Purote was willing to meet up again.

He was. As long as the buyer paid up, Purote would always continue to come. Acting like this guy did was warrant for a clean cutoff, but it was better for Purote to continue with his current clients.

As long as he kept quiet about what violence went down, he got to keep coming along this route. This was the best place to get a release, it was riddled with crime and violence. He simply joined in. It was freeing.

Purote sauntered away from the 'client', that guy was the last on his route. He hid the baggie of drugs in the waistline of his pants, happy with his jobs. He'd completed all but two, both of which having refused to pay.

This was his third week, the 'clients' knew him by now. They knew of his quick responses and how his first choice was violence. No one dared to defy him once they'd become under his route for long enough to learn that information.

Sure, some negotiated to postpone their tradeoff, they knew he was open to postponing a deal for them to gather the cash needed. None tried to ask for anything more.

Purote was known, however, to carry his own personal stash of items. If someone caught him on a good day, he was likely to share, whether it be a cigarette or a laced gummy.

Most tried to keep on his good side.

He grinned as he reentered the tattoo parlor, greeting Blue with enthusiasm. Boss was at his office, as always, so Purote went straight for the bar. He wanted a drink first.

Takahashi wordlessly handed him a small bottle of sake, a soft smile on the man's lips.

"Welcome back, kid"

Purote grinned, "Yeah"

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Short and idc, I'm tired of living