Against the World

Chapter 17

BAKUGO'S POV

"Bakubro, you've been down here all day," Shitty Hair said after pulling the earbud from my ear. Since he pulled one out, the other went silent. "What did these two even do to deserve this?"

"Don't worry about it," I snapped, reaching for my earbud. "I'll be finished in an hour or so."

"In an hour?" Gesturing to the two men tied up, he scoffed. "They're dead. Their hands and genitalia are sitting on the table, for fucks sake. The dude on the right doesn't have any more organs left in them because they're on the floor." He motioned to my chest. "Not to mention the intestines wrapped around your neck. What the fuck is wrong with you?"

"I wasn't planning on gutting the one," I defended, taking the intestine from my neck and tossing it by his feet. "But lover boy over here was cocky until his last fucking breath. He liked the pain way too fucking much."

"They're dead. Clean this shit up," he lectured, kicking one of the guys' feet. "We have a job to do in two hours, and I need you in the right headspace."

"That gives me an hour and a half, then," I snapped. I'm still fucking angry, and I have to put this anger somewhere. "I'll be ready to go."

He sighed, walking toward the door. "Hey, dipshit, mind putting my earpiece back in?"

He turned and walked toward me, placing it back in my ear. "I'll set a change of clothes outside the door for you. Text Mineta when you're done and tell him you need a deep clean down here. This is a lot of area for just us. He's the one that was trained specifically for cleaning our messes."

"Is there a fucking reason you're talking to me like I'm an idiot? Get out." When he passed my phone on the table, he hit play before the music filled my ears again.

I continued listening to Flatline as I turned to the hands and dicks on the table. I put them in a jar before dumping the preservative fluids inside, abandoning the project of cutting the people behind me up.

Shitty Hair ruined my fucking mood when he walked down here and killed the music. I was having a good time cutting them the fuck open.

My mood may be ruined, but they'll never be able to touch Deku.

And hopefully, this will serve as a lesson.

I closed the jar and turned back to the mess I made.

"Fuck!" I screamed, kicking the legs of one of the chairs. When the first douchebag fell over, I dropped to my knees, pushing my knife into his skin over and over. Every time I pulled back, blood sprayed on me, covering me head to toe in its splatter.

I'm still so pissed, and there's nothing I can do about it. The third guy that fucked him works for him. Killing him would start a war, but holy fuck, I've never wanted to kill someone so badly. But he is untouchable unless I want to lose my life, which I don't. Not when I just found my favorite thing for a living.

I dropped the knife on the floor, panting for breath.

I want to fucking kill them all.

Anyone who touches what's mine.

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"What are you doing with the jar?" Shitty Hair asked as I shoved it into my bag.

"I'm giving it to Deku when he comes home."

"Comes home from where?" he asked.

"He's working." I don't know where he is, and I'm not allowed to. I followed him to his private airstrip, but as soon as I saw the other members, I bailed. The last thing I need is his workers seeing me around too often and too close to sensitive information.