Kamijirou Oneshots

Runaway

Concept: sort of villain au. Kaminari is a hitman for a villain mafia group. Jirou is the con-woman and, in some cases, the bait for her villain group. Their groups are rivals. What happens when these two cross paths?

(Kaminari's POV)

I infiltrated their hideout easily. I snuck in, but I didn't see anyone wandering around. They must be taking care of a task, but they wouldn't just leave their hiedout unattended. There must be someone here, I can feel it.

I was sent here to take out their hitman. He's been ticking our guys off one by one just like that, and we needed to put that to a stop. It was supposed to be hitman vs. hitman, and I was supposed to have the advantage of surprise.

I had my gun ready and loaded just in case. I peered around the corner, and the coast was clear. At least, that's what I had thought.

Out of nowhere, my gun flies out of my hand, and I'm flipped onto my back on the ground. When my eyes opened again, I found someone sitting on my chest. I tried to reach for the knife in my belt, but they kept their foot planted on my arm.

"Looking for something? You lost, or what?" It was a woman. She had her gun drawn, pointed right at my forehead.

I tried to remain calm, "Just thought I'd pay you all a visit."

"Why are you here?" She didn't buy it. She pressed the barrel of her gun against my head.

"Where's the rest of your crew?" I ask.

"Why should I tell you?"

"I'm here for them, not for you." I start to move, "Now, if you'll excuse me, I'll be on my way-"

"You're not going anywhere." Her gaze was cold, "We can use you as bait. Or...if your crew doesn't care about you, I'd be happy to just kill you."

I scoff, "Arrogant, aren't we?"

"You're the one who started it, idiot."

I sigh, "Well, this conversation isn't going anywhere, so what do you say we start over? Hi, I'm Kaminari-"

"I don't care." She lowers her gun, but she was still sitting on my chest.

This girl...

I took a closer look at her. She was marked up pretty badly. I mean, so was I, but she seemed worse. Her clothes were torn in various places, and she had obvious untreated injuries. I could probably take her down if I really wanted to.

In one swift motion, I pushed myself up and grabbed her, kicking her gun away and turning things around. Now I was over her with my knife to her throat.

"Look, like I said, I'm not here for you." I say.

"Then let me go. They can't find me like this." She struggles.

"Or what? What are they gonna do?"

Her face completely changed.

"You see that?" Her eyes point down to her stomach area. Her shirt was lifted up just enough for me to see the wound, "That's what they did last time. That's a stab wound."

I couldn't tell if she was actually afraid or if she was trying to manipulate me.

"Why would your own people hurt you?"

"You tell me."

I drop my knife and let her go. We both stand up. To my surprise, she didn't make a run for her gun.

"Come with me." I say.

"So what, you can kill me?"

"What's your name?" I ask.