Déjà Vu// bsd X Child!reader

-19-

[Name] could barely recognize Takeo in his current condition.

His usually well taken care face had black bruises all over, as if he was beaten several times with something hard. The bottom half of his face was covered in his own blood, but [Name] couldn't figure out whether it was coming out from his mouth or nose. At some parts on his arms, his skin seemed to be torn off, revealing his dark red flesh. Takeo's right arm didn't seem to be in it's original place: it formed a 60 degree angle downwards, it was definitely broken.

He looked like a stomped cockroach lying on the Port Mafia's floor.

In the room, there stood four people around Takeo when [Name] and Chuuya arrived: Mori, along with three more guards, probably to ensure their safety. However, the latter were completely useless. Even [Name] could take Takeo down with one hand, due to his weak body.

The man on the ground slowly lifted up his eyes, and widened in shock when he saw who arrived, as if it was the only movement his body could do at the moment.

"Huh, how is he still conscious?" Chuuya raised an eyebrow after he and [Name] stood by the man. "This fucker got some willpower here."

"A lot of willpower, indeed." Mori said while glancing at Takeo.

The kid couldn't decide who disgusted them more at the moment: the leader of the Port Mafia, or the man on the ground, who was quite basically bathing in his own blood.

"Can I get my part of the deal now?" [Name] spoke up with a lot of confidence. "I did my task, you have this asshole here. That's what we agreed on."

"Actually, not quite exactly."

The kid glanced at Mori as he said that. They were not ready for another mission just to get those papers.

"What do you mean...?"

"Don't worry. It won't take long." Chuuya joined the conversation.

It bugged [Name] how everyone knew what is about to go off. Even Takeo's eyes signaled how he gave up on his life as he heard Mori's line. He propably figured out what was going to happen.

Mori pulled out the kid's prize. They could swear the papers appeared out of thin air, but it wasn't worth their time to ask about it.

"Little [Name]. In order to get these documents, you have one last thing to do." his eyes gazed on Chuuya.

The ginger searched for something. [Name] eagerly watched every move of his, even when he took out his gun, and tried to hand it to them. They didn't move even a bit, just stared at the weapon infront of them.

"Take your revenge, [Name]." Mori said. "Now's the time for it. I know you hate him with your whole heart. He underestimated you, and wanted to do some unforgivable things to you, am I right?"

The kid reached to the gun with shaky hands and grabbed it. [Name] loaded it and pointed at the horrified man on the ground.

"Kill him."

They placed their index finger on the trigger, while having their thoughts racing in their head. Their grip around the gun tightened.

[Name] closed their eyes the moment they shot with the gun.

The atmosphere between the mafioso's and the kid froze. No one said a word. The five men stared at Takeo, and moments later [Name] opened their eyes too. They looked around, examining everyone's expression: the three guards stood there with a stiff face, probably unfazed by the happenings around them, but Chuuya's lips parted a bit in shock. 

Mori looked disgusted by [Name]'s action while staring at the bullet infront of him on the ground which only missed Takeo by inches.

"As much as I hate him with my whole heart, I couldn't bare having his blood dried on my hands." they gave back Chuuya his pistol. "Yes, I want him dead. I want to get his skin ripped off, his meat cut into shreds and burned to ashes. I wouldn't feel the least amount of pity if I would see his lifeless body, but I would rather not get involved in his death. I don't want to kill neither a person, who deserves to live..." [Name] looked back at Takeo. "...or a man like him."