Arch-Nemesis (SakuAtsu Dystopian/Meta-Human AU)

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The video did the trick. Osaka was in chaos and the people were rioting. The Adlers were busy trying to cover up the Jackals and ex-Adlers' claims but the damage had been done - the evidence was clear as day.

The plan had worked and the Adlers were spread thin across the city, giving the Black Jackals the perfect opportunity to strike. The Jackals were split up as well, if only to keep the Adlers away from their headquarters.

Hirugami Fukuro was seated in his office, a frown on his face as he watched the smoke from the riots rise into the red sky. Tatsuto had brought in rains to try and quell the flames of the uprising but they were completely unaffective. Romero Nicollas stood next to Fukuro's desk, arms crossed while he stood guard.

Suddenly, a wormhole opened at the door to the office. The thud of Meian Shugo's boots on the floor seemed to echo in the quiet room. Miya Atsumu appeared behind him, casually stepping out onto the wooden floors. The wormhole closed behind them.

"Hirugami," Shugo greeted.

Fukuro narrowed his eyes, "Meian Shugo, to what do I owe the pleasure?"

Shugo grinned and stepped towards the window, "It seems that yer secrets have gotten out," he stated.

"Really?" Fukuro drawled, "I didn't notice."

Fukuro glanced at Atsumu, "I see you brought Bloodhound with you - infamous for his unbelievable pain tolerance and his ability to flaunt his looks so well that he can turn my most loyal men to his side. It's a wonder that he's still breathing after everything that Kiyoomi put him through."

Atsumu grunted, "Don't ya mean what ya forced him to put me through?"

"The bitch speaks," Fukuro commented.

Shugo sighed, still looking out the window, "We can do this one of two ways, Hirugami. Ya can either surrender to us..." He shot a glance at Nicollas, who looked ready to beat Atsumu to a pulp, "Or ya can put up a fight an' force us to get our hands dirty."

Fukuro scoffed, "As if. Everyone knows the Black Jackals don't do killing."

"No one said anythin' 'bout killin', now did they?" Shugo corrected, "Though, after what happened with Bloodhound an' Vortex, I'm willin' to allow him a little freedom."

Fukuro hummed, "Your little demon dog managed to bring someone back from the brink of death, but that means nothing when faced with power-cancelling bullets," he grinned, "And I happen to have a fully loaded gun right here."

As if to prove his point, Fukuro placed a handgun on the desk, safety off. Atsumu raised an eyebrow.

"I wouldn't do that if I were ya," Atsumu commented.

Fukuro smirked, "You will speak when spoken to. Be a good little bitch and stay quiet."

"I would urge ya to speak kindly to my third-in-command, Hirugami," Shugo said calmly, though his words were tinged with rage.

Fukuro grinned maniacally, "Or what?"

"Or, gods help you, we'll see how much dark matter a meta-human can to swallow before they're deatomized from the inside out."

Fukuro's attention snapped to the newcomer. Sakusa Kiyoomi stepped through a wormhole and into the office. Nicollas' grip on the desk splintered the wood.

Fukuro's eyes widened, "Sachiro?!" He screeched.

Next to Kiyoomi, was Hirugami Sachirou. He was nearly as tall as Kiyoomi with fluffy chocolate brown hair and gentle yet intelligent eyes.

Sachiro nodded a greeting, "Brother."

Fukuro's eyes slid over to Shugo, enraged, "What is this?" He snapped.

Shugo merely shrugged, "Think of it as a coup."

There was the click of a trigger and the slice of steel. Shugo turned from the window to see a whip of blood hovering mid-air, a bullet in its grasp. The tip-tap of blood hitting the hard wood floors seemed to echo in the room. Fukuro's arm was stretched forward, aiming the gun that was previously on the table at where the blood tendril caught the bullet – the bullet which would have planted itself in between Sachirou's eyes had Atsumu not intervened.

The bullet hit the floor and the blood was pulled back into Atsumu's veins, "Yer not pullin' that trick again," he hissed, tossing his mask to the side.

The gun was suddenly turned on Kiyoomi, but the bullet didn't get very far before it was met with a flash of negative energy. Kiyoomi's eyes had inverted but he seemed to be perfectly in control.

With Kiyoomi and Atsumu at his flank, Sachirou stepped forward and took a seat in the chair at the desk across from Fukuro. He leaned back lazily.

"I think it's time you stepped down, Fukuro," he said calmly.

"And who will take my place? You??" Fukuro snapped.

When Sachirou didn't reply, Fukuro scowled, "You'd really do that to your own brother?"

Sachirou rolled his eyes, "You're one to talk," he replied.

Fukuro still had the gun aimed at Sachirou's forehead. When he tried to pull the trigger again, a wormhole opened at the end of the barrel and the bullet hurtled into the office door, right between where Atsumu and Kiyoomi were standing. Neither of them even flinched.

Nicollas seemed to be struggling to restrain himself as Sachirou continued, "I hate to break it to you, but you ran this city into the ground. It's time that someone picked it back up."

With a sudden burst of movement, Nicollas crossed the room and attempted to tackle Kiyoomi. However, with a sharp right hook from Kiyoomi, dark burns erupted on the side of Nicollas' face and he crashed into the wall to the left.

During the commotion, a blood bullet slammed into the gun in Fukuro's hand. The gun exploded and Fukuro toppled backwards on his chair and hit the ground. Then, solid blood curled around his wrists and ankles like shackles.

With a flick of Sachirou's wrist, the desk was whisked aside. Sachirou stood from the chair and stepped towards Fukuro. He got within a few feet of his brother when the roof of the building was ripped apart.

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Lol I'm writing this on my birthday 🤭

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