Career Choice || Hachiman x Yukino || (COMPLETED)

Chapter 2

Life and death.

Everyone eventually dies.

Either they die from accidents, natural causes or murders.

But at this apparent moment, I am going to be murdered by a drug dealer with a bullet to the head.

"I.. I told you! I w-warned you! Now you're going to be killed!"

He seemed to be on drugs as well.

The world of crime is scary to the core. It's amazing that the police force deals with this type of stuff everyday.

"I.. I won't say anything."

Like any other human being, I went for the way that won't get me killed.

"I've heard that too many times! It doesn't matter anymore!"

He must've killed innocent people as well.

"D-Don't move! Drop whatever is inside your bags!"

"It's only my school bag."

It's best to remain calm.

Suddenly I felt immense pain from the wound I received when he hit me with the back of his gun.

At that moment, I moved. The pain was unbearable and both of my hands went to touch the bleeding wound from my head.

"I told you not to move! Now you're gonna die-"

SPLAT!

Shattered glass windows begin to fall out of the building we were right next to.

The drug dealer looked up to see no one who did it.

Bang!

Bang!

Bang!

I heard the sounds of zip lines and something falling to the ground.

I look to my front and see the drug dealer's body on the floor, blood oozing out from every hole in his body. Eyes, ears, nose and mouth were all leaking out blood.

This was my first time seeing a corpse.

Then I heard footsteps coming towards me.

The people who may have possibly saved my life.

"You alright there, kid?"

There were 3 other men with loaded guns. They looked like they were professionals at this type of job. It was too dark to see but I could see an American flag facing backwards on their right shoulder of their uniform.

"I'm.. I'm okay. I think."

I wasn't bleeding very badly or a lot, it was just noticeable and should receive treatment this instant.

"Are you part of this drug deal?"

I quickly answered just to save my life again.

"No, not at all. He told me that he would lend me some money if I help him take the box inside the building. I'm really desperate for some money. But I found out he was a drug dealer and he was about to kill me."

"That would explain the wound on your head then. Do you want us to treat that?"

"I'm fine. I'm fine. I'll go home and find the first aid kit."

"Before you go, don't tell anyone about this. And you should forget about this night, understand?"

"Yes, sir."