Coroyakuza

Twenty One|| Pew Pew

3's drug dealing business has been going surprisingly well. She had been home more often and got to spend a lot more time with Agent 8, which both agents pretty satisfied. 8, though, had been getting suspicious. Why was 3 home so often all of a sudden? She wasn't complaining but she was getting a little concerned. She trusted 3, so she didn't say anything about it.

"What do you want to do today?" 3 asked one morning while the two were cuddling. "I dunno. I don't really care either as long as it's with you," 8 said, snuggling into the inkling's chest. "You're so cute," 3 mumbled tiredly, kissing the octoling's forehead. "You're cuter," 8 giggled, looking up at her girlfriend's baby face. "I love you," the green inkling said with a small smile. "I love you." 3 sat up carefully and yawned. "I have to get going somewhere," she muttered, stumbling to the bathroom. "Somewhere? What about work?" 8 asked, sitting up. "I have the day off."
"But you had the day off yesterday—" She stopped herself. Just be grateful, she repeated to herself. "Later, we should go out. On a date, just the two of us," 3 suggested before brushing her squidbeak. "Yeah, sure."

The octoling got up, rubbing her eyes as she did so. "Where you going?" she asked curiously, walking up to her girlfriend and hugging her from behind. The inkling hesitated, not knowing what to say as she spit out her beakpaste. "Uh. Somewhere. No where important," she muttered, rinsing out her mouth. 8 frowned and let go of her shorter girlfriend. "Why can't you tell me?" she asked, turning 3 around to look at her. "I just can't," the short girl muttered, trying to push passed her tall girlfriend. "No, don't walk away. Just tell me where you're going," 8 said, pressing for an answer. "I'm going to Cap'n Cuttlefish's," the inkling admitted. "I thought you said you have the day off— Wait, you aren't going to drink, are you?" she asked with a hint of disappointment. "No," 3 muttered. "Then why are you going?"

The green inkling bit down on her lip, pushing passed 8 and grabbing a hold of her Toni Kensa backpack. "I have some business to tend to," she answered. "Are you cheating on me?" 8 suggested quietly but just loud enough for 3 to hear. "N-No, of course not! Why would you ever think that?" she asked, a confused expression on her baby face. She went to her girlfriend and held both of her hands. "I fucking love you so much," 3 said, looking into the octoling's golden eyes. "Why can't you tell me what's going on then?"
"I just can't, Nana." 8 frowned and let go of her girlfriend's hands. "Go. Wouldn't want you to be late to your meeting," she said quietly before lying back in bed, covering herself in the sheets. "Nana—"
"Just go!" The inkling frowned and went over to her girlfriend, kissing her forehead. "I love you." The octoling stayed there, without saying a word. With that, 3 quietly left.

And once the front door closed, 8 couldn't help but burst into tears.

•

A groan escaped Pearl's lips as her phone rang, waking Marina up as well. "Yo, who the fuck- Oh, hi 8," she said with a small yawn. "Wait, what?" The inkling raised an eyebrow. "Yo, slow down. 3 did what?" Marina sat up, stretching her arms and yawning. "What's up?" she asked, leaning her head on the smaller girl's shoulder. Pearl hesitated before putting 8 on speaker. The taller octoling cringed slightly as she heard 8 crying. "I- I think 3 is cheating on me," she whimpered. "What makes you say that?" Marina asked. "Sh- She's been taking days off but she's always out somewhere. I tried asking her wh- where she was going and she refused to tell me. I- I sound like a jealous brat right now b-but-" She sobbed a little more. "I think you should come over right now," Marina suggested. Suddenly, someone else started calling. "Speak of the devil, 8 I'm gonna put you on hold for just a sec, ok?" The octoling made a small noise of acknowledgement.

"Hey, 3. Your girlfriend thinks she's cheating on y—"
"I thought you said you would let your guys lay off me," the agent mumbled into the phone weakly.
"What? 3 what the fuck, where are you?"
"I-" a cough was heard through the phone, "I'm by Moray Towers, I was dealing and-" another cough, "one of your guys saw me and- fuck Pearl, just come over here, bring 8 please."
"Uh, yeah. Yeah, we're on our way," Pearl muttered before hanging up. "8 meet us at Moray Towers, your girlfriend's in trouble, I'll explain later."

The green inkling laid against a wall, as ink began to pool around her. Her vision was getting blurry and she could feel herself slipping in and out of consciousness. Suddenly her head snapped up when she heard a motorcycle, and turned to the noise. Marina, Pearl and 8 frantically got off of their smushed positions on the taller girl's motorcycle. "San!" 8 cried as she ran towards her girlfriend. "W-what happened!? Oh my god, fuck, you're losing so much ink!" 3 simply raised a shaky finger to the octoling's lips, "It's okay, I'm sorry." 8's eyes were drawn to the ink stain in her abdomen, "W-why are you sorry? Who did this?!" Pearl stepped forward, "Which one of my guys was it?"
"D-doesn't matter," 3 coughed up ink and 8 was beginning to panic. "We need to take her to the hospital now," Marina stated, fear barely noticeable through her serious tone. "No, no, I'm n-not gonna last that long," 3 muttered, eyes beginning to shut. "San, no! Keep your eyes open, we're gonna take you right now!" 8 squeezed the young inklings hand. It hurt so much to see her in pain, and she had so much questions to ask but the thing that mattered to her most was making sure 3 stayed alive. The octoling turned around and found Marina already calling an ambulance, and Pearl slightly panicking.

"I love you," 3 said with a weak smile. "Shh, save your breath. Please just stay alive," 8 whispered, holding the inkling's hand. They could already hear the sirens in the distance. The octoling felt a few tears fall as 3's breathing became more labored. "Fuck!" Pearl exclaimed suddenly. "Pearlie, calm down—"
"This is my goddamn fault! 3, who the fuck did this to you?" The green inkling coughed up more ink. "I dunno, prolly a YG gangster considering it's Moray Towers," she muttered. Pearl opened her mouth to yell something, but closed it when Marina put a hand on her shoulder. "Pearl, let's just focus on helping 3, okay?" The inkling nodded slightly. "8, you need to stop the bleeding, can you put pressure on the wound?" Marina advised, kneeling down next to her.

The younger octoling frantically tried to press down on the gunshot wound, without hurting 3. She didn't understand what was going on. Why would someone shoot 3? Why was she at Moray Towers in the first place, and why does Pearl blame herself? 8 was pulled out of her thoughts by Marina gently tapping her. "Keep pressing," the older girl said, wiping away tears she didn't even know were there. 8 did as said, and squeezed 3's hand, receiving a soft squeeze back. "I love you San."
"I love you too, Nana."