Akutagawa
The building was old, scrap metal outside slightly rusted. But it was the place mentioned in the note so I pushed away my doubts.
"I see you know how to read. Can't say much for your trust in anonymous tips." A familiar voice sang.
"Osamu."
"Well, guess it's not so anonymous anymore." He strolled up to the door peeking through a crack.
"How did you even know?"
He smiled triumphantly gesturing behind him.
"Never underestimate the outward reach of the Armed Detective Agency. We've been watching these guys for a while. Just so happened one of them stumbled upon the Port Mafia."
I walked up to the door looking in. There was a crowd of men all searching boxes and taking inventory.
"And explain why I should trust you." I retorted. He placed a hand on my head and smirked.
"You're not the only one with a soft spot for a certain girl."
~*~
The sun was dipping behind the horizon. Most of the men went home but few remained. Among them the man who tried to kill Yoko.
We took this as the prime opportunity and walked through the doors.
"Clients? Sorry guys but we're closing up for the night." A man muttered staring intently down at his clipboard.
"I'm hear to take what's now mine." I hissed. A single man looked up from what he was doing and watched me with fearful eyes.
"You're here because of her right?" He asked hands trembling.
"Because of her, I'm going to make your life flash before your eyes. Rashoumon."
His eyes widened before stumbling over boxes trying to back away.
"So this would count as double-revenge? You tried to kill Yoko to avenge your fallen men, whilst he's going to kill you for your actions!" Dazai mused.
Rashoumon sped toward the man tearing off his arms, his legs, leaving him alive to writhe in agony. I approached him a hunger of malice festering inside of me.
"Tell me, your name." I seethed.
He clenched his jaw trying to hold onto consciousness.
"E-Ethan. Ethan Rivers."
"Well Mr. Rivers, it was a pleasure doing business with you." I muttered walking away.
I'll make you wish I killed you. Because now, you'll live on with the memory of me. You live remembering what you did to earn your so-called life.
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