An angel amongst the devils (Haikyuu Mafia Au)

Chapter 8

⩥I'm selfish, impatient and a little insecure. I make mistakes; I'm out of control, and at times I'm hard to handle. But, if you can't handle me at my worst, then sure as hell don't deserve me at my best.⩤

~Marilyn Monroe

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⩥Third Point Of View⩤

"Get away from me!" a man shouted, running towards an alleyway.

"What do you want from me?!" he screamed at the shadows.

He skidded at a turn before bringing himself up, steading his body using the filthy wall beside him.

He was panting, short of breath, but kept going. Running, running for his life, he knew he can't really do anything. He was disarmed and wounded. He was confused too, he was just eating out with his friends at first, now he was running for his life. He didn't know what he did to get into this circumstance.

'Please,' he pleaded inwardly.

'I don't want to die yet. I have a job, wife and kids. I haven't done anything wrong! So, why?' he thought.

He felt something in the pit of his stomach, a feeling he wasn't able to shake off. Something was wrong, and he was right. He turned left and ended with a dead end. He felt his breath hitch, his eyes widen with pure fear. He was trapped and had nowhere else to run to.

"No," he mumbled out softly.

"I'm going to die here..." he said, quivering.

"Glad you finally noticed. I'm tired of this game, it's getting tiresome. Let's finish it, shall we?" a voice with a colder tone said.

A man in a black suit walked out of the shadows. He wore a smirk on his features, a bed-head and abeyant eyes. His smirk mocked the injured male in front of him.

"Please, spare my life! I have a family! Please!" the injured male pleaded.

"I can't let you go, you've seen too much," the male in the suit said coldly.

*Bang!*

"Hack!" he cried out.

He had shot him, he shot him at his throat. There was no remorse in his eyes or guilt, just pure pleasure. The helpless victim choked on his blood, drowning his windpipes and vocal cords. He desperately reached for his initial wound, eyes wide and slowly fading of life. He fell to his knees, clasping on the hole, blood spewing out like a waterfall.

A thick scent of iron filled the air, it was strong, and it only got stronger. The poor fellow reached his hands out to his killer, calling for his assistant in which he replied with a kick to the dying males' face. The last of the gurgling sounds faded away as the body went dead.

"Well, mission accomplished, I guess. Hey, can I get a clean up here?" the bed-head said, pressing against the ear-piece.

"Sure," the other side said before the line went dead.

"Kuro, are you done with that one?" said a lazy voice.

Out of the shadows emerged a pudding headed male. His golden orbs gleamed under the pale light. The male checked the scene behind the bed-head before smirking.

"You really made him suffer, didn't you?" he said, chuckling.

"He had classified information, of course, I would make him suffer," the male, Kuro, said.

"You got the next one, Kenma?" Kuro asked, walking towards him.

"Duh. I get the jobs done properly, unlike you," he mumbled, walking further away from the bed-head.