It's just a job.
That's what they all keep telling themselves, knowing it's a lie built on comfort and nothing else.
It's life or death.
For Y/N and Bakugou, the longer they take to catch the person responsible for all the murders going around, t...
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ONE DAY LATER
I ran my hands through my hair as I paced through my apartment living room.
This bitch... this bitch. Why does he think he can challenge me? Why does he want to challenge me? Wasn't my threat enough? Is this guy that damn stupid?
I resisted the urge to punch the wall, I couldn't afford another noise complaint from my annoying neighbors.
A sigh escaped my lips and I reached up to scratch the scar on my hand. Skin flaked off and examined the burn, my anger only grew.
He didn't leave me a choice.
I sat down roughly at my kitchen table and pulled out the slip of paper and a pen. I unfolded it lazily, tearing it a little on accident. Staring at the crossed out name I couldn't help but smile. Ami Suzuki.
I remembered the look of fear on her face as I wrapped my hands around her neck. I would never get tired of that adrenaline rush.
If he won't listen to me then I'll just have to make him.
Sure, Ami wasn't anyone important, but I'll get there. Each warning he turns down is another person dead. Shigaraki claims I should just kill everyone now, and I should. As much as I would love to kill him, I can't. I want to hear him admit that he should've listened to me, that I'm superior, that I'm better. Then I'll kill him.
Patience is key.
I glanced over the other names on the piece of paper.
Riku Takahashi. Hinata Watanabe. Kaito Ito. Sora Nakamura. Reo Tanaka.
I knew I couldn't only target employees otherwise the police would be on my trail. Who else would be killing people from the same group? This business isn't exactly known for being clean.
I smiled a little, nothing wrong with killing a few extra people. I just have to be clean about it, stick to strangulation, the less blood the better.
I regretted using the knife on Ami, but to be fair, she pulled it out on me. I can't blame her though, it's big city and a pretty lady like her has to defend herself. Unlucky for her, I'm petty and couldn't stop myself from hurting her with her own weapon.
"Dabi!" I quickly fold the paper up, I recognized the childish voice of Shigaraki. I couldn't help but feel annoyed at the fact he entered my house without knocking.
"What the hell do you want?" I growled, I shoved the paper back in my pocket. I didn't want him to know my plans. After all, he didn't need to since we don't exactly see eye to eye on this shit. But if it's my problem that means it's my solution, sadly that's a concept he never seemed to be able to understand.
"No need to yell you prick," Shigaraki entered the room and I rolled my eyes, he still insists on wearing that dumbass mask even though we all know who he is. "I just wanted to fucking know if that asshole answered to that one girl's death yet?"
"No," I took a deep breath, preparing to explain the concept of patience for the tenth fucking time. "And he won't this is only the first death, he's not going to care about some random dealer that works for him. That's why slowly, the deaths build up, he starts to realize that we don't fuck around, and he leaves Tokyo."
"How does that prick not know we don't fuck around?" Shigaraki complained, opening to fridge and pulled out a gallon of milk.
"Did I give you permission to go into my fridge you fatass?" I snap, glaring at him to put down the milk.
Shigaraki harshly grabbed a cup and started pouring himself a beverage anyway. "Why the hell would I need permission, you work for me."
I stood up, trying to understand what even goes through this man child's head at this point. "No no no, you work for me. I give the orders and you take them like the bitch you are. So put down the damn milk and get the fuck out of my house if you aren't going to be useful."
Shigaraki stared at me like the dumbass he is. I couldn't read his face due to the mask but I know it would display some sort of ugly ass look, the sort of look a child would make before throwing a tantrum.
"You're so damn power hungry!" He whined, "And you know what? You want your damn milk so bad? Here," Shigaraki chucked it at the ground, nothing happened, he decided to kick it to make up for his weak throw but I grabbed his arm and dragged him out of the kitchen.
"You ever hear of manners?" I asked, I meant to be rhetorical but he answered anyway.
"Of course you idiot, who hasn't heard of manners?" Shigaraki demanded like I was the dumb one.
"Great, now that we've got that cleared up, come back when you learn how to fucking use them," I pushed him out of my house and slammed the door. Locking it for good measure, I made my way back into the kitchen and grabbed my milk, putting it back into the fridge.
How the hell am I supposed to work with him without killing him? Maybe killing him wouldn't be a bad thing, after all the police can't suspect me if someone from my own group kicked the bucket.
Shigaraki's death could work out in my favor.
I took the pen and imagined what it would be like to stab him with it and listen as his bitchy complaints and whines slowly fade out as he dies.
I smirk a little, the thought put me in a better mood but I couldn't do that. People wouldn't be happy if someone with a status like that got killed, especially if it were by me.
Besides that would give us the illusion that we don't get along. No way in hell that prick would take my threats seriously if it looks like I'm a chicken with my head cut off.
I sigh, guess I can't kill Shigaraki.
I take the paper out one last time and write down next weeks date next to Riku Takahashi's name. I found it that amusing I just gave him his death date, too bad he doesn't know.
Guess he'll find out in a week.
Gotta love making two hardcore villains that could kill anyone easily argue over milk. I know it was a dumb scene but I couldn't help myself.
So, any guesses for what's going on? I didn't try to hide it but I didn't try to make it obvious.
And I never switch POV during my fanfics so this is going to be fun to mess around with. Annnd you guys will get more chapters out it as well. I made Dabi a little more of a sadist than I planned... okay I didn't plan to make him a sadist at all but it just came out. Maybe he just likes killing people???
I don't know...
Anyway wow... two chapters in one day? I hope you guys like this because I took forever on this plot and I'm not exactly sure how all of this works, like the police station shit or how Dabi's work functions... oh well. I'll figure it out and if any of you guys know how Dabi's work functions (once you know what it is of course) then I might have a few questions... and not the good kind... more like... how do you know how it works???
