'The Killing Blow'

'Trouble in the Factory : Part 1'

She continued talking to me about how we're all dealing with Izuku's death, but she said something that immediately tilted me as soon as it left her mouth. "Trust me, we're all having a hard time coping with it, but there has to be a limit somewhere."

This one sentence immediately pissed me off. A limit? Really? "What did you just say?" My voice held great contempt and hostility as I turned my eyes to her, showing great aggravation. "Don't you talk to me about limits in this kind of work."

Seeing my mood change from indifferent to angered, Akira flinched and immediately backed up, realizing that she said the wrong thing to me. "Don't try to understand what line there is our brother's and I can't cross when you and Ada stick inside the factories and whatnot. You two sit down in your chairs, doing paperwork all day whilst we do all the dirty work!" I exclaimed as I walked over to her.

"And don't pretend like I don't know you've been scheming with mom and the rest about firing me from my job!" I shouted as I got to her face.

"Look, Genjiro, calm down and we'll ta-"

"You're putting my job out for contract!" Going full body, I pointed my left hand out towards the crowd of people, the thought of one of those incompetent twats down their taking my role as vice deputy sent my mind spiraling into a rage-fueld hell.

But you can bet, I wasn't done with her yet. "Yeah well guess what, I'm making it my fucking job anyways, because this was all my fault!" I shouted as I leaned over her, a toothy scowl plastering my face before I toned the volume down and pointed a finger to her chest. "It was me who shot Luca Changretta."

Hearing me say this, Akira tried to reason with me with as calm and collected voice as she could possibly muster. "Yeah, out of mercy."

"Yeah...And now Izuku's dead. He's dead because of me, and I'm gonna make it right." And with that, I walked past her and knocked my shoulder into hers before making a final remark as I heard my closest brother calling me down. "Take a fucking vote."

With this last remark, I leapt over the railing and landed on the concrete floor, creating a loud thud in the process. Walking over to my two younger brothers Jason and Arthur, my green-haired sibling greeted me with a hello.

"Hey Genjiro, you doing alright?"

"Fuck off." I responded bluntly and in a monotone, I clearly wasn't in the best of forms.

To ease the fire a little bit, Jason walked up to me and shook me by the shoulders. "Snap out of it big brother, we've got a job to do and I don't need you scaring the soon to be employees. Well, not too much anyways."

With this in my mind, I tried to think of some of the immediate options I know to settle my nerves whilst breathing in deeply and exhaling just as much. Once I felt I was calm enough upon thinking of standing on top of a mountain of dead Italians, I was refreshed and ready to get straight to work. But there was one more thing I needed to do if I was to do this job properly.

Pulling out a small blue bottle from my trouser pocket, I started walking towards the large steel doors that held back the tidal wave of people looking for employment, all whilst reverting back to normal. "Alright! First come first served! Form an orderly line, all of you!"

I knew my words didn't reach them as they were too busy shouting and wailing to hear me, but I couldn't really care at the moment as I removed the cork from the bottle and proceeded to pour the powder onto my hand, having partially closed it so I can keep it on the side of my index finger more efficiently.

The powder in question was none other than cocaine. Bringing my nose down to my hand, I breathed in the entire line of powder in a single snort before bringing my head back up and grunting as the effects began to kick in.