Karasuno Fight {One Shot Book}

Apples And Oranges

This is absolute shit. If it feels incomplete then I apologize. But there's sometimes a feeling you have while ending a fic/oneshot, and I had it. So meh. Anyway I hope you enjoy my nerds. There is mentions of blood (although not really gory) and of death/a dead body. If that makes you uncomfortable, I must urge you to find something else to read. Thank you.

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The baseball bat swings out in a wide arc, striking its target with a heavy blow. It cracks the woman's kneecap with a sickening crunch, splitting it open like a coconut and sending a gush of blood splattering to the floor.

Kinoshita lowers the bat and rolls his eyes at the woman's screams of pain.

"You're a sick bitch, y'know?" He stalks a circle around the woman, the end of his bat scraping against the floor as he does so. "Doing what you did to that poor kid, and thinking you can get away with it."

He slows to a stop just behind the woman, ignoring her faint whimpering pleas. "Maybe with the police, Miss Jirou. But not with me." He swings the bat again, slamming the end of it into her skull with a loud squelch, painting the floor with even more droplets of blood. He lowers the bat once more as her lifeless body slumps over, and smiles to himself.

"That was nice." He says as he takes a cloth from the pocket of his jacket, and runs it along the bloody end of the bat. "Quite relaxing actually."

"Indeed." A voice purrs behind him, from within the shadows of the warehouse. "Quite a show."

"I try," Kinoshita smirks. "Only the best for you, my love."

Two arms suddenly wrap around his middle, and he jolts once in surprise before relaxing into the hold, replacing his smirk with an easy going smile. Narita gently sways his body from side to side, leaning down to press a tender kiss under Kinoshita's jaw.

"Of course, of course." Narita murmurs into his ear. "And for that I thank you, my dear."

Kinoshita hums, turning himself so he was facing Narita, and presses one side of his face against his chest. He glances up at Narita. "Come now, my love, what ever happened to 'my sweet' and 'my dearest love?' Are those names no longer up to your standards?"

Narita snorts, once again swaying his body. "I happen to enjoy those both very much," he says. "But I believe that we both enjoy the current name too much to make an effort to change it. Am I wrong, Hisashi?"

Kinoshita shivers at the sound of his given name, Narita's warm breath tickling his ear. "Maybe so, Kazuhito."

Narita nods at the woman still laying on the floor. "What shall we do with her?"

Kinoshita hums again. "I'll get Noya to clear it out before morning. Maybe tell him to throw it in a river or something. The bitch deserves to rot in hell for what she did to that kid." He moves his head up a bit, smoothing a careful kiss onto Narita's collarbone. "For now though, I've missed you. What do you say to a bit of rest and relaxation, my love?"

Narita's hands settle across his lower back, sliding underneath his jacket and shirt to rub soothing circles against his bare skin. He looks down at Kinoshita again, his dark eyes soft with love and admiration. "That sounds amazing, my dear."

Kinoshita's smile widens into a grin, and he wordlessly throws his arms around his neck, pulling him down to press his lips to Narita's own.

As always, Narita tastes like apples and oranges.