As quick as a venomous snake jumping at its prey, Kira bolted over Diavolo, wrapping the tie around his throat. Taken by surprise, he gasped for air, trying to get out of his restraints.
Kira couldn't help but laugh victoriously as he watched the model's face grow red in the desperate struggle for his life. It felt so good, to finally have this man at his fingertips. Ah, after a long night, he could finally sleep undisturbed. His arousal was growing as he watched those beautiful hands pull on his tie, his veins more prominent. This couldn't get any more perfect.
"Lying.... b-bastard-" Diavolo spit out before gripping Kira by the arms, pulling him over the couch and throwing him over the glass coffee table, shattering it immediately.
Out of breath, Diavolo threw the necktie away and gasped loudly, feeling his heart pounding in his chest. He put his hand on his throat, in a hopeless attempt to stop it from hurting. This thing...that just happened, how could Yoshikage do something so horrible to him? Diavolo felt his body tremble from the adrenaline flowing through his body. He felt vulnerable, confused, betrayed, furious and sad. But he realised there was no time for him to think his emotions over when he heard Kira groan in pain as he was trying to push himself up.
Yoshikage was so confused. If only he could've strangled him for a little longer, then, he wouldn't be hurting all over now. He expected Diavolo to be powerful, but not like this. Not after he drank so much. He glanced over his shoulder in terror to see hatred embedded into Diavolo's eyes.
"YOU'RE NOT GOING ANYWHERE, YOSHIKAGE KIRA-" He spit out roughly, the wrath is his tone almost shaking the whole house. His hands were aching for bloodshed. Suddenly, Diavolo bolted up and kicked the blond in the ribs with all his might, throwing him against the bottom of the armchair and making him wail in agony.
"WHO SEND YOU? WHO TOLD YOU I WAS IN JAPAN?" Another kick in the ribs, then one in the chest. Diavolo's face was twisted in exasperation. He wanted to pull his own hair out. It made him mad how he could never be at peace, not even on the other side of the globe. He always had to be on high alert because some worms just don't know their place in his mafia. The only person who will ever take his throne was his daughter.
"How much did he pay you? Was it worth it? IS A FEW THOUSAND LIRA WORTH YOUR LIFE?!"
Yoshikage closed his eyes and clutched his head, trying to protect himself. The hits to the stomach made him throw up.
This is not how it was supposed to happen-
What a terrible day, failing so many times just for this catastrophe to happen. Kira felt let down. All his doubts came to life on this miserable night. With all the strength left in his bones, Yoshikage tried to crawl away through the vomit, dragging a few shards of glass under him as his nails scrapped the parquet. He was so desperate, the only sound he heard was his own heart thumping in his ears. Every inch for his torso hurt so much, he couldn't move without whimpering.
Diavolo watched Kira struggle as he put his clothes back on and tieing his hair. He had to pull himself together. Show no remorse. Show him that the boss of Passione doesn't play by the rules.
"You're not going anywhere. Bastard." The Italian growled as he stepped on his back, pushing his body down against the cold ground. He could feel how hard Kira was shivering. The smell of iron was already engulfing his senses.
"NO ONE WILL EVER DETHRONE ME!" He yelled out before stomping on Yoshikage's back, hearing the man's rib crack under his force.
Almost immediately, he let out an agonizing scream followed by pleads of mercy.
"No- no, no, no.. No... p-please stop." Yoshikage cried as he felt the weight of the other man on his back, making him sob even louder. Even more pain erupted in him when his ribs poked his lung. Kira was afraid, choking on his own tears. He didn't want to die like this, beaten into the ground by this man. Who was he? What throne was he talking about? Who was after him? What money? He wasn't getting any money from this!
"I don't give second chances." Kira gasped as he felt Diavolo's arms around his neck, pulling him into a tight chokehold. Struggling erratically, with one arm trying to free himself, with the other punching Diavolo will all the energy he had left in him.
"FUCK-" Diavolo screamed in pain as he let go of Kira, falling on his back from the powerful jab in his nose. It bursted both his nose and lip, blood rapidly gushing out.
"I'LL SKIN YOU ALIVE-" The mob boss roared just before Yoshikage could kick him in the face and kneecap, swiftly sending him on his back, hitting his head against the furniture. Groaning loudly, Diavolo covered his bleeding head, bringing his knees close to his chest in fetal position.
Hope arose in Yoshikage's heart again. Maybe he still had a chance. The kitchen was so close to him. He just had to get there, grab a knife and finish this. Fate smiled upon him once again. Crawling as fast as he could, trying to ignore all the pain was hard but he could not stop until the deed was done.
"Tell me, Yoshikage." Diavolo's miserable voice came in, searching for closure. "Was this all an act? Did you ever... really feel anything for me? At last, I think I deserve your honesty."
Silence.
Yoshikage will not let this poor attempt to bring out his sympathy prevail. He knew better than answering him. There was no way in hell he was letting him slip away again.
"Were you planning to kill me ... from the start? Did I ever mean anything to you? Even for a little bit?" Diavolo sighed as he watched the blond stop in his tracks to catch his breath. He rubbed his eye, shameful that he was about to cry. For a bit, sadness overcame his anger.
"Because I liked you. I FUCKING LIKED YOU A LOT. YOU LIAR." His tone sour, laced with regret. His eyes started stinging from the tears to come.
Still nothing from Yoshikage. It was hard to stay silent in moments like these, but explaining himself now would've been pointless. It was a waste of time. He had to keep going.
"I really thought you were something else. I could see us together, having a future. Being a... happy family. You, Trish and I. We could've had it all. BUT YOU. YOU HAD TO RUIN IT." His face was twisted in pain and regret.
"Is this what I get for being in love with you? For trusting you? For leaving my facade at the door and showing you the real me?" The steady, warm tone from earlier that night was gone now. Diavolo's voice cracked as he started sobbing louder.
Yoshikage made the mistake to look back at him. Vulnerable, laying in a small pool of blood and tears. The suffering in his eyes will forever be embedded in his memory.
Yet, Yoshikage still had to keep going. Nothing could stop him now from taking what's rightfully his. Finally making it to the kitchen, he could still hear the other man sob in despair. With whatever strength left in him, Yoshikage managed to get on his feet by leaning against a chair. He then grabbed the sharpest knife he had in the kitchen, slowly walking back to the living room as he held his side. Every step hurt like hell, but it will be so worth it.
The cold air coming from the kitchen was making him a bit more alert.
"I will cut you up then scatter your remains all over Morioh! No one will even find you. Everyone will forget you ever existed!" He said, swinging the knife into the air, staring at Diavolo's dazed figure.
"Even you, Yoshikage? Was I nothing to you?"
Yoshikage swallowed thickly. He knew Diavolo was trying to manipulate him. He just had to pretend he's not hearing anything. He had to ignore his cheap tricks to get through with it. He's done this so many times before. This won't be any different.
Diavolo looked up and grimaced.
"But, would it still be the case if I told you ... I invited someone over?" The Italian tossed his phone at Yoshikage's feet. Someone was still on the line, listening to everything happening.
Yoshikage realised he was looking through him. For what felt like an eternity, his heart stayed in place as his whole body trembled from a cold shiver. If Diavolo called the police, it was done for him. He will never get out of jail after killing 58 people-
"W-w.. Who.. Who did you call.."
"My bodyguard."
Painfully slow, Yoshikage turned his head to see what was behind him, but before his eyes met the figure, he already fell to the ground after a loud gunshot blasted from behind him. Letting out a tormented scream, he clutched his bleeding leg, blood rapidly soaking his trousers. His butcher knife fell on the floor with a loud, resonant clank, sliding out of his reach. He was so close to winning. When did he even get the phone?!
"Papa! I got here as fast as I could!" Trish yelled out as she rushed to her wounded father, worry staining her features. "Are you okay?! You're bleeding so much- I'll drive you to the hospital. Can you get up?" She helped him sit up slowly.
"The backdoor in the kitchen- you.. .you left it unlocked so she would come in-" Kira heaved, panicked from how much he was bleeding.
"Give me the gun." Diavolo said coldly, as if all emotion from earlier left his body. Trish obliged, handing the revolver to him and moving out of the way.
"Noo- No. NO! YOU CAN'T DO THIS TO ME! STOP!" Yoshikage yelled in utter panic, sobbing and trying to crawl away from them.
"You disappointed me greatly. I'm sorry, Yoshikage, but some love affairs only last for a night." Aiming at his lover's head, Diavolo felt his vision blur from the tears. After taking in a shaky breath, he cocked the gun. "Trish baby, don't look." His finger trembling on the trigger, Diavolo averted his gaze, more tears mixing in with the blood on his face. He hugged his daughter close, feeling his heart ache. All of them flinched when the blast echoed in the room.
Then, it was silence.
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Romance"If I didn't know better, I would've said you just asked me out on a date, mister Kira." Diavolo's tone was a bit lower now, raising a brow as he put a cigarette between his lips. A date? It didn't matter what Diavolo called it, Kira knew it wou...
