Karasuno Fight {One Shot Book}

Don't Forget Me, I Beg

Soooo. I'll admit. This is kinda based of the final Yut Lung and Sing confrontation in episode 24 of Banana Fish, but I like to think I kind of made it my own here. Anyway, there's slight hinted at abuse, drinking, and death in this, so if that isn't your cup of tea, I ask you find something better to read. But yeah, I hope you guys like it and please let me now if you like it!!!

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"Oh, it's you."

Iwaizumi scowled as he walked further into the bedroom, Oikawa's servants flanking him on both sides. He wrinkled his nose distastefully, quickly recognizing the strong, pungent scent of alcohol.

A few feet in front of him, Oikawa was lounged comfortably across the couch, his bare feet hanging off the armrest and one arm slung over the back. He smiled easily at Iwaizumi, almost lazily, although the sharp perception in his eyes showed just how aware of his surroundings he still was. Several broken wine glasses and bottles of vodka were littered all through the room. A lone wine glass and bottle of wine were sitting on the table beside Oikawa, the only survivors of his little tantrum.

"Yeah," Iwaizumi said gruffly, as he took his hands out from his jacket pockets, ignoring the way Oikawa's servants stiffened at his movements, obviously ready to kill him at a moment's notice. "It's me."

He sighed in annoyance as the servants shuffled closer, their distrust of him practically oozing off them and onto the floor. He jerked his head back. "Can you make yourself useful and get rid of these assholes? I want to talk with you without feeling like I'm being watched by a bunch of creepy old men."

Oikawa's smile widened at Iwaizumi's words. He waved his hand dismissively, his head lolling to the side for a moment before he righted himself. "Yes," he said, his voice slurring heavily. "Leave us. I shall talk to Iwaizumi alone. Go about your other duties, I will be p-perfectly fine. I'm not an Oikawa for n-nothing."

Bravely, the servants tried to protest. "But Master Tooru!" one of them cried out. "This rat doesn't belong here, he's but a demon, only bringing trouble and nothing but trouble-"

Oikawa's eyes flashed dangerously, cutting off the servant's words, and quickly crushing any of the bravery the other servants felt previously to dust.
Iwaizumi bit back the urge to laugh. These grown men, armed with guns and likely having killed several people in their lifetimes, scared of a drunk, unarmed seventeen year old.

"I said, leave!" Oikawa roared, grasping at the pillows on the couch as he struggled to sit up. "Before I kill you all where you stand!"

Understanding that their master's words weren't an empty threat, the servants were quick to retreat, backing away from Iwaizumi and filing out of the room like children being sent to their rooms. Iwaizumi fought the urge to flinch as the door slammed loudly behind him.

Oikawa flopped onto his back with a huff, having given up on trying to sit up on his own. He glanced up at Iwaizumi, his previous smile returning to his face. "Well, hello again, Iwa-chan..." he crooned.

Iwaizumi rolled his eyes, ignoring Oikawa's teasing tone in favor of walking closer to him, careful not to step on any of the vodka puddles or broken glass. He finally stopped when he was right in front of Oikawa. He crossed his arms.

"You're a fucking idiot, y'know?"

Oikawa hummed, examining the stained sleeves of his nightshirt with mild interest. He showed them to Iwaizumi. "Do you think I should burn this?"

Iwaizumi scowled again. "Oikawa, fucking listen to me. Why the hell are you drinking? I thought you said you were going to quit. I needed you sober for this."

Oikawa laughed. "Who says I'm not sober?"

Iwaizumi growled, the beginnings of a headache pulsing behind his eyelids. "I say you aren't sober. Because you aren't."

Oikawa waved his hand, shaking his head lightly. "Well, Iwa-chan, it isn't always about you. Now what did you come here to tell me, I am a very busy man, you know."

Iwaizumi scoffed, his eyes narrowing. "Yeah, right, I'm making it all about me right now, aren't I? And yeah, you sure are fucking "busy." Busy drinking yourself into a coma I guess. You dumbass."

Oikawa frowned. "Don't talk to me that way, Iwa-chan. I'm not a child-"

"Then stop fucking acting like one!" Iwaizumi interjected, his voice booming in the silence of the bedroom. "Stop barricading yourself in your room like a bratty teenager when things don't go your way. You're just being a brat, causing all that trouble then hiding away like a coward when it backfires on you."

Oikawa was silent during his whole tirade, his eyes wide and his mouth slightly agape. Iwaizumi went on.

"Hanamaki isn't coming back, Oikawa. Do you really think he'd want you to be doing this? Kidnapping children? Killing innocent people? Drinking until you can't even stand up?"

Iwaizumi stalked foward, snatching the bottle of wine off the table. He turned, hurling it at the wall with all the strength he had. It shattered easily, the dark red splotch stark against the pale cream wall. He turned back to Oikawa, his breathing labored.

"Well, fuck that!" He yelled hoarsely. "I'm not letting that happen, not to you!"

Oikawa just continued to stare for a few more minutes, then, his eyes hardened. He sat up swiftly, grabbing the wine glass and throwing it at Iwaizumi. Iwaizumi ducked to the side effortlessly, the glass sailing right past him and breaking as it collided with the floor somewhere behind him. Oikawa stood, if with some difficulty, and stomped towards Iwaizumi.

Iwaizumi recoiled as Oikawa slapped him, the sting in his cheek sharp and familiar. He reached out, unaware that he had struck Oikawa as well until he was already sprawled on the floor.

Regret stabbed at Iwaizumi's heart as Oikawa started sniffling. He held his hand out tentatively. "Hey, a-are you okay..?"

Oikawa sat up slightly, glaring up him with teary eyes. "No, I am not! You just slapped me!"

Iwaizumi's eye twitched. "Because you slapped me first, asshole! You are so weird! Why are you so fucking infuriating, I swear to God!"

Oikawa went silent at that, hanging his head as tears continued to fall.

Iwaizumi shifted his weight uneasily, still not that used to dealing with a crying person, least of all of a crying Oikawa Tooru.

"Just..." he trailed off, trying to think of a way to say what he wanted to say a different way than he was used to. Like Matsukawa used to. He took a breath to calm himself. "Oikawa, please," he said softly. "You need to stop. This, the drinking, the needless killing, all of it. It isn't you."

"You don't know who I am." Oikawa snarled, digging his fingers into the plush of the carpet. "You don't know anything."

"I know more than you think." Iwaizumi countered. "I know that you're scared, I know that you're lonely, and I know that you're hurt. You think you have no one. You think that because you have no one, no one else should have someone important to them in their lives. Right?"

"Stop..." Oikawa muttered, his words soft and defeated, but still sharp with anger and bitterness.

Iwaizumi crouched down, carefully inching his hand down until it was laid over Oikawa's own. Oikawa flinched but didn't move away. Iwaizumi took his chance.

"But you aren't alone, Tooru." He said gently. "You have me. I want to be by your side, Tooru. I want to help you return to your true self. I want to help you get better so you can be happy. I... I love you, Tooru."

Iwaizumi closed his eyes as Oikawa gasped, his grip on Oikawa's hand tightening. "So please, Tooru. Please, I beg of you. Let me help you."