Inescapable

Inescapable | Eight

Oikawa watched as the motorcycle finally stopped in front of a bar. The rider took off his helmet, and as expected, the brunet could still recognize his spiky black hair. He soon entered the bar, and not long after, his dog Tofu followed.

A short while passed, and Oikawa's car was parked in front of the small building. Oikawa immediately stormed out of the vehicle and ran into the building.

Surely enough, as an elite businessman, he was caught off guard at the sight in front of him. There's so many people inside, he couldn't see where he was going. It reeked of alcohol, blood, and smoke; he was surprised at how people choose to waste their time in a place like that.

"I heard the money's here, Issei?"

Oikawa immediately turned. He could barely hear it, but he's sure that's his Iwa-chan's voice.

"Proof?" a foreign voice asked back. This time, Oikawa managed to see where it came from. The counter, and it was actually his Iwa-chan speaking with the bartender.

Oikawa saw the ravenette showing his phone to the bartender, who nodded and handed him a thick brown envelope along with his drink. It was enough to boost his spirit, as Oikawa quickened his pace, struggling to make his way through the sea humans.

But again, luck wasn't on his side tonight. As he finally reached the counter, Iwaizumi already disappeared.

With a tired sigh, Oikawa took his seat and ordered a drink, leaning on the counter in a desperate manner.

"Got dumped by your girlfriend?" the bartender asked, placing his cup in front of him. Oikawa glared, letting out a growl as he took a gulp of his drink.

"Chill, dude. I'm just joking. I mean, you wear fancy clothes and seemed like you just lost the love of your life... I hope that's not the case, though."

"Something similar to that, but luckily it's nothing like getting dumped or rejected." Oikawa decided to change the subject, "How can this place be so crowded?!"

The bartender laughed, "Biker gangs. They never stayed for long, don't worry. Just don't offend them in any way and you'll be fine." He eyed Oikawa, "You're new here, aren't you? I'm Matsukawa, the owner of this place. Call me Mattsun, everyone does that."

Oikawa nodded, "Mattsun, eh? Well, nice to meet you." He huffed, "By the way, who's the guy you just talked to? And how the heck can he pass through this crowd that easily?!"

Oikawa was surprised to see the guy's jaws fell agape. "You... You don't know who he is?"

"Uh... no?"

The bartender let out a heavy sigh. "He's one of the best fighter in this area, the Crowned Knight. Of course anyone would make way for him."

"Crowned Knight?"

"The name came from his job," Mattsun started, "He's a very well-known assassin, his works' always done quick and clean. But he's not the type who kills anyone for money, he did background checks on both the client and the target, only killing those whom he thinks are better off dead. Quite hard to please, like a noble; that's the 'Crowned' part. But at the same time, he could be knight of some sort; his job is to kill people, but he saved a lot, too. If he knows he's able to, he'll help the person, even a complete stranger. He had helped so many, that's why all of us respected him. Hell, without him I wouldn't have had this bar."

Oikawa couldn't help but to smile inwardly. Of course, that totally sounds like his Iwa-chan. "He's that generous? What do you think of him?"

"Personally? Well, he's really secretive about anything outside his job. But he's polite and has manners, with a good sense of humor. And he never starts trouble, that's a bonus. A cool guy, actually, as long as you don't get on his bad side. Then you'll be dead, literally."