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"AND HERE IS THE MSBY BLACK JACKALS' KILLER ACE! HE ENTERS the gymas number 12! Listen to that crowd as his fans cheer him on tonight!! Now, onto number 15..."
[Y/N] [L/N] rested her chin on her hand, paying no attention to the small overhead tv, set on some random sports channel. Leaning over the cashier counter, propped on her elbow, the [h/c] haired girl stared out the glass windows of the convenience store.
The street lights flickered to a start. [e/c] eyes flitted away from the window and to her phone. It was 9:29 pm, around the time when the store closed for the night.
The opening of the glass door seemed to echo throughout the quiet shop. [Y/N] watched two boys enter, both dressed in black hoodies. They seemed to be in their early 20's and probably attended one of the nearby universities.
"Hey, you got any of those playgirl magazines? You know, from the Americas or whatever?" One of the boys barked, talking in a slightly defensive tone.
"Which issue?" [Y/N] stared back with dull eyes, fighting the urge to wrinkle her nose as the stench of cigarettes and adolescent body spray suddenly drifted under her nose.
"Volume 8," The boy replied, his eyes nervously darting from left to right. [Y/N] nodded and stepped out from behind the counter. With her every movement, the boys flinched ever so slightly, staying on high alert. [Y/N] rolled her eyes and closed the blinds of the convenience store, inserting the key on the chain around her neck and locking the doors tightly. She flipped the sign on the door to display the word 'closed', then she began walking down one of the aisles to the back of the store.
"We don't have any playgirls on display. But you're welcome to check in the back storage."
Blowing a tiny bubble with her gum, [Y/N] inserted the same key into the lock belonging to a door in the back of the store, opening it and letting the boys in.
"He'll be here shortly." [Y/N] nodded, as the boys looked at each other with slight excitement and slight fear. Right on cue, the stairs gently creaked as a tall 22-year old male with pale skin and messy brown hair emerged from the upstairs apartment.
"Hey Yusuke," [Y/N] quietly said. "They're waiting for you."
"Thanks, babe," Yusuke nodded, opening the door and walking inside.
[Y/N] stared at the door for a couple of seconds before huffing out of boredom. Most of the clients that her boyfriend chosewere calm, boring even. However...
THUMP!
[Y/N] raised her eyebrow at a loud sound from the backroom.
Just as she expected, the clients today, judging by their younger age, were sure to raise trouble. [Y/N], just by a first glance at them, saw the displeasing inexperience and naivety written on their faces.
The [h/c] haired girl opened the door to the backroom to see one of the teens with an angry expression, pinned to the wall by their throat. Yusuke's hand was skillfully wrapped around his neck, a smirk across his lips.
"Trying to steal from me, huh? Should have brought better than a pocket knife, then." Yusuke taunted, waving the small blade in front of the teenager. "Now pay up or leave."
[Y/N]'s sharp eyes watched the boy's blonde-haired companion reach into his hoodie. He suddenly whipped out a silvery sharp knife, lunging at Yusuke.
Faster than lightning, [Y/N] reached into her pocket and pulled out a handgun, pointing it straight at the blonde teen's face, the heavy metal clinking with the movement.
"Drop the knife." She stated, venom lacing her voice.
The boy paled as he stared straight into the gun's face and dropped the knife on the floor almost immediately. As the blade clattered to the ground, he pulled out crumpled-up cash with a shaky hand.
"I'm sorry! Take it! Just leave us alone!" He half-stuttered-half-yelled. [Y/N] motioned her head towards Yusuke, relaxing her shoulder muscles a bit, not yet lowering her gun. Yusuke nodded with satisfaction as he released the boy he had in a chokehold, taking the blonde's money.
"Here ya go," He smirked, placing a small bag full of powder in the boy's trembling hand. The substance was mainly silver with some flecks of dark gray mixed in. It looked almost like glitter, vastly different from the typical snow-colored shades of cocaine and other street drugs. The plastic bag had a small stamp on its clear surface- so small, that if someone didn't look closely, they'd miss it. It was a black paw print with fierce claws and the letters "SLAW" inside.
"150 grams of NX-08, just like you asked. It's our exclusive recipe and all the rage on the market. You boys should be lucky we're even doing business with ya. Usually our clients are in the billionaire range. We have some connections, so next time don't try and play dirty, or you'll be sorry."
The boys scampered off with fear, murmuring words of regret. As soon as the door slammed shut behind the two boys, [Name] whipped around and glared daggers at Yusuke, slamming her handgun down on a nearby storage box.
"Yusuke, how can you be so reckless? I thought we agreed that we would only be taking serious clients, not children! What if they go and tell someone?" [Y/N] snarled. "Do you know how hard Haruko worked to get enough money to buy this convenience store from Coach Ukai after he went to coach the major leagues? I can't fuck this up for my sister!"
Yusuke brushed off her concerns with a nonchalant laugh.
"Relax, babe! They won't be telling anyone. One try of NX-08 and they'll have the time of their lives! They'll come crawling back for more in no time. Everyone knows that The Silver Leopard and Ash Wolf are the best drug dealers in the black market, but we haven't been caught yet!" Yusuke sneered, referencing his and [Y/N]'s infamous street names- in other words, the long version of SLAW.
"Fine. Just get out before I lose my temper," [Y/N] said curtly.
Yusuke's eyes softened. He approached his girlfriend and brushed the [h/c] hair from her face, kissing her cheek.
"I'll close up the store babe. See you upstairs in a bit."
With that, Yusuke climbed the stairs to [Y/N]'s apartment which was right above the convenience store, happily counting the fresh cash in his hands.
[Y/N] grabbed her handgun and walked out of the back cellar with blood rushing through her ears.
'Why am I so angry? It's not like Yusuke hasn't done this before... Plus, professional clients are hard to come by these days, with the increased security measures to catch smugglers and bigshot dealers.'
The girl was lost in thought. Even though [Y/N] and her boyfriend's drugs were quite popular on the market, Yusuke had the unfortunate tendency to blow most of his share of cash on useless luxuries. [Y/N] didn't take many deals anymore, but the cash she did get was heavily safeguarded- both by a heavy-metal safe and her stingy attitude towards spending money.
[Y/N] lit a cigarette and sighed deeply. She turned her handgun over and ran her fingers down its sleek body, and felt disgust amid the adrenaline in her veins. There were no fatalities today, but her hands were far from clean.
"AN AMAZING KILL FROM MSBY JACKALS' NUMBER 12, BOKUTO KOUTARO!" The TV blared loudly throughout the eerily silent and empty aisles.
