𝕂𝕦𝕫𝕦𝕤𝕠𝕦𝕕𝕒 𝕠𝕟𝕖𝕤𝕙𝕠𝕥𝕤 💴📞🔧🧰

Ill kill you!

Made this AU during a test

Third person POV

Fuyuhiko sat there. Waiting. Waiting for what? Waiting for the perfect moment. The perfect time. The perfect time to blow someone's brain out.

Or at least, that's what he told himself and he nervously held the gun in his hand and hoped that it wouldn't slip out of his grasp again.

Fuyuhiko was impulsive. Imprudent. He never believed in a "perfect moment." He just did whatever he felt like and dealt with the consequences later. It wasn't his best trait of course, but it was something.

Thing is, he didn't want to be in this situation. He didn't want to kill someone who didn't deserve it and it made him feel selfish about how easily he accepted doing so.

Looking at the pistol in hand, Fuyuhiko sighed heavily. Some in relief. He had been sitting on a tree branch for so long and to his fortune no one has walked passed yet.

Fuyuhiko began thinking that he'd be fine until he saw a figure walking below him. His heart sunk and fuyuhiko began to sweat.

He wasn't able to get the persons face but his ecstatic pink hair drew a lot of attention.

Fuyuhiko swallowed the lump in his throat, jumped down from the tree and, with great stealth, walked behind the person.

Fuyuhiko could hear his heart been throbbing in his ear as he pressed the tip of the pistol against the persons head. It took some time though, as the person was extremely tall.

The pinkette violently turned his head and stepped back once he say a gun pointed to him.

"I am fuyuhiko kuzuryu!" He said, with boldness and confidence, despite his heart beating a thousand times a second. "And I, I'm going to kill you!"

A moment of silence grew between them. Both of them stared at eachother with expressions of pride and slight fear.

"Yeah?" Was all the pinkette said. No fear was detected in voice and his stance seemed relaxed. It ticked Fuyuhiko off.

"Yeah," the blond exclaimed pressing the pistol against his forehead. "Don't you dare test me! I'm a kuzuryu," he warned.

The person that stood before the blond cleared his throat. "Listen um," he started. Both his expression and tone carried heavy confusion. Some sort of aggravation as well. "I don't know how your parents teach you at home, but honestly, I really think a little kid shouldn't be playing with dangerous weapons."

Fury seemed to boil inside Fuyuhiko as his face wrinkled in anger. He threw the pistol on the floor in a fit of anger. "You bastard," he cried, lifting his head and mad dogging the person in front of him. "I'm like, the same age as you!Take it back!"

The pinkette refused, which earned him a harsh punch in the abdomen.

Fuyuhiko then ran the opposite way and left the injured person behind, not before screaming, "I'll kill you Kazuichi souda! I promise," at the top of his lungs.

"The hell.." the pinkette sighed. He then found it strange how the boy knew his name, which resulted in his rummaging deeply into his pockets and bag for his wallet.

He lost it.

— — —

"Back again are we?"

Kazuichi looked above him, the blond sat once again on a tree branch, his legs swinging impatiently. Kazuichi had a slight smirk on his face.