꧁ We Run The City ꧂ (DISCONTINUED AS OF NOVEMBER 2020)

7 Arrived. 5 Survived.

THIRD PERSON POV
TW: GORE?

The room was tense, the last of the members filed out of the room. Empty and full champagne and wine battles sat on the tables or next to the bottles. Cars in the distance began to start and leave in the distance. The slight breeze from outside filling the room.

Washijo was about to speak before Ukai interrupted him. "Before we make matters worse as it is, how are we going to move all of them from Tokyo to New York?"

Nekomata raised an eyebrow, "We simply tell them we're moving to our new locations. We can't stake out in Tokyo anymore. Not with the police on our tails. Nonetheless they're banning all guns soon and they'll have our heads before we can even reach for them," he finished, crossing his arms.

"Then that's settled," Irihata placed his hands onto the table. "I'd like to give our supplies to everyone in exchange for the prices we set," The boss soon whistled, a few men had walked into the room with crates and suitcases. They all placed them beside their boss, soon walking off out the doors. "Iwaizumi, wait. Help me with the money,"

"Yes, sir," he did a short bow.

"Your prices are becoming awfully high, Irihata," Takeyuki Yamiji, Fukurodani's boss remarked, putting the suitcase he brought with him on the table.

"50,000 yen?" Irihata asked, ignoring his statement. Yamiji shook his head up and down as they passed the suitcases. Fukurodani looked in the three cases, making sure he had enough.

"Meanwhile you're doing that," Nekomata spoke, "Anabara, I heard Johzenjis selling drugs?"

The young male flinched, Washijo's eyes burning onto him. "C-correct," he didn't raise his eyes to make eye contact with any of them.

"Tch. You're so young and you've already thrown your life away by being a boss, now you're selling even more drugs?!" Takuro Oiwake, Date Tech's boss slammed down his palms.

"I'm almost 40, don't even start talking about being young!" he protested. "At least a younger boss can keep his gang inline!"

"Now now, don't start quarrelling, " Washijo told the two. His face turning into a grin. "Go on, Anabara," his eyes preyed onto him.

"It's a simple drug really, you get high for around 8 hours but the first hour and thirty minutes you act completely crazy like a zoo animal,"

"I'm interested,"

"Nekomata? You're interested?" he double-checked, giving a quick glance to Washijo. The boss in red nodded his head. Washijo looked skeptical but said nothing more. Anabara pulled up a small suitcase, placing it gently onto the table. "There's some samples in there, you can go home and try them on a few people if you'd like, then make your final decision. It's a big transaction," he smirked.

Nekomata bowed his head, thanking him. AobaJohsai's boss was done with his 'trading' and Washijo was allowed to continue only before he was caught off. Not by a voice, but gunfire. Akaashi ducked behind a pillar, frantically searching for his gun then remembering he wasn't allowed to bring one. His eyes averted around the room, trying to look for something before noticing Washijo standing up to pull out his gun but it was too late. The person in black clothing shot him right between the eyes. The frail old man collapsed to his knees, blood spilling out of the bullet wound before fully collapsing to the floor. Before anyone could react Anabara pulled his trigger and nicked at the person's shoulder. Yelling in pain, they aimed their gun and shot him in his side before scramming off. Akaashi was about to chase after him before he stopped himself. "Are they okay?" His voice was frantic, going to Anabara's side, holding up his head after he collapsed. Nekomata was firing at the door, making sure the unidentified person didn't come back.

Nekomata went to Washijo's side, before being able to place his hand on him Anabara choked out "Don't bother, he's dead. So I will be too,"

"Don't say that Anabara!" Akaashi said frantically, ripping off some of his shirt.

"Kid, don't bother. The bullet hit one of his sensitive organs. He'll shortly pass,"

"No no! It doesn't always end in death!" He carefully wrapped around the torn piece of clothing around the bleeding wound. The blood seeped through the torn shirt, oozing out. The boss coughed.

"Guess it's time to say goodbye to this miserable life, finally. Tell the Terushima kid to don't do any dumb shit," the boss fell weak, lifeless. Akaashi gently placed him down.

"We have to get home," Date Tech's boss finally spoke up, he looked shocked and surprised. Nekoma, Johzenji, Shiratorizawa, AobaJohsai, Date Tech Karasuno, and Fukurodani were all there at the start, only for 7 to arrive and 5 to survive.