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[THIRD POV]
How it angered the Izanagi student council to see Kita pointing a gun at their beloved (Y/N).
How it made their blood boil, how it made the dangerous glints in their eyes brighten like the fires in hell.
How they wished to kill Kita right on the spot.
Kuroo Tetsurou, Bokuto Koutarou, Ushijima Wakatoshi, Sawamura Daichi, and Oikawa Tooru himself walked in the middle of a dreadful scene, where Kita was pointing a metal gun at (Y/N), who pointed one right back at him.
The problem wasn't entirely the fact that (Y/N) had a gun, in which they feared that she'd hurt herself with it.
It was the fact that Kita didn't keep his end of the deal.
Of not harming (Y/N).
In just a blink of this scene, the deal shattered.
The boys weren't going to give what Kita desired oh-so much.
What Kita specified, however, was anonymous.
But the Izanagi student council knew too damn well what he wanted.
The Izanami boys, Terushima, Futakuchi, and Sakusa all widened their eyes.
The infamous murderers of all those innocent people were standing in front of them.
In the flesh and the blood.
Daichi lit up a cigarette, huffing the smoke out as he looked at (Y/N).
"Hi babygirl."
(Y/N) didn't know how to feel.
She didn't know if she should be happy, or if she were to feel scared.
What she did feel was an immense aura of hostile intent.
The gun was still in (Y/N)'s tight clutches, she didn't let go of it, but she lowered it from Kita.
"Daichi..." she said under her breath.
"It's been a while (Y/N)," Kuroo said with a smile, "Did Kita treat you right?"
"Sorry, we were so foolish to think you'd stay put."
"We have a new plan on keeping you with us now!" Bokuto said to her, "One that doesn't involve shooting you to immobilize you."
"Like how Kita here was going to do." Bokuto shot a glare at him.
Kita's friends let go of each other, and they ran to Kita who was bleeding.
"Apply pressure to it," Futakuchi said as he ripped part of his shirt off to try to make a bandage of some sort; Futakuchi tried to tend to Kita's wounds, "Sorry Kita, but this is all I can do for now."
"It's fine, thank you though."
As Futakuchi and the others tried to help Kita, the Izanagi student council wasted no time with what they wanted.
"(Y/N)," Oikawa said softly from afar, "You..."
"Are you okay?"
It was the first time in forever someone had asked her that, and she didn't want to hear it from these guys to be honest.
Heroes or not, they were still criminals-
Murderers.
She shook her head as she slowly started to back away, the gun still in her hand.
"Why are you still scared of us...?" Ushijima asked, "We came here to save you from that madman."
"You should be walking towards us," then a thought popped up inside of all their heads, "Unless..."
"Kita said something about us that made you fear us."
Kita was irrelevant to the Izanagi student council. What they didn't do was provoke him in any form or way, as they didn't know what he could do to (Y/N).
They knew Kita was (Y/N)'s ex, they figured that out some time ago.
What they didn't know was his abilities.
Kita, for all they knew, could hurt (Y/N). Kita had the upper hand, they had something that the Izanagi student council wanted, (Y/N) herself.
With that, Kita could do anything he wanted, he could manipulate them.
Because the Izanagi student council cared too much for (Y/N).
Her safety was their priority.
And getting her back into their arms was their goal.
But now, she wasn't going into their arms.
She didn't even look happy to see them.
That made the Izanagi boys angry.
"What the fuck did you do to her?!" Oikawa shouted as he walked towards the Izanami boys, "Did you lie to her? Did you say something bad about us?"
"Tell me!"
Oikawa wasn't going to let the likes of these boys change (Y/N).
No, he'd kill them if that ever were to occur.
(Y/N) started to back away slowly, when she saw the Izanagi boys and the Izanami boys size up to each other. With the exception of Daishou, who was still an Izanagi boy.
"All I did was keep her alive," Kita said, "She saw through my plan, broke it, and I had to be more rough with her-"
"Rough with her?" Oikawa was pissed, "Did you touch her?"
"Did you fucking hurt her?!"
The love for (Y/N) from these boys were not like any other kind of love.
For they'd kill those who wished harm upon her.
They were aware of the consequences.
But they did not care.
For they were the student council.
They had money, they had power.
And if someone who wasn't them had these things as well.
They'd eliminate them.
"Listen to me here Kita," Oikawa said sternly, pulling him up by the collar, "I never liked you since I met you at our track competition when we were first years."
"Your nonchalant attitude and natural perfection is fucking annoying."
"But as soon as I found out that you took away my (Y/N)'s innocence."
"Hatred was an understatement."
"Oh please," Kita smiled, "Mad because you didn't get to fuck her first?"
"Oh it's not only that," Oikawa mirrored him, "It's the fact that you thought you had the audacity to use her to try to lure us into your territory."
"Do you know how fucking cowardice that is?"
"There's an old saying I learned from my grandparents, Oikawa," Kita said, in response to his question, "If a man makes you angry, don't kill him."
"Just kill the woman he loves."
Oikawa scoffed.
And then swung his arm to punch Kita.
Unfortunately, Kita blocked him, holding Oikawa's fist with his uninjured hand.
"It's funny you say that Kita," Oikawa said, "Because my grandparents said something different."
"If a man makes you angry, don't kill him."
"Just put him in a situation where he wished he was dead."
Oikawa whipped his gun out with his free hand and pointed it at Kita, pulling the trigger.
But missed.
Kita backed away, holding his gun out and aiming for Oikawa himself.
But he also missed.
It was early in the morning, but due to the winter time, the sun wouldn't come out until very late. It was damn near four in the morning, and the only light provided were the semi-lit public lampposts to the side.
But, there was no need to see a gun fight if (Y/N) could just hear the bullets ricochet and be shot in every direction.
She hid in the forest, she tried to see where everything was, but she couldn't.
She didn't care for any of them who were in the open.
Maybe for Daishou, as he tried to save her.
But she didn't know what to believe of him anymore.
Because in the open, he had a gun too.
And he was shooting at the Izanagi student council.
All (Y/N) could hear were guns being fired.
She didn't know what to do.
Should she run? But she couldn't see, what if she fell off into a ditch and broke an arm?
For once, the attention wasn't on her, and she was thankful.
But the boys could be killing each other.
(Y/N) wanted no more deaths. The bodies of Kenma and Akaashi were still there, and she wished they were taken out from that current fight.
She just wished those two didn't die.
A fear tears escaped her eyes when she mourned for them for the second time. How she wished that no one died.
No one except these two student councils.
「❮ 𝓬𝓸𝓷𝓽𝓲𝓷𝓾𝓮...❯」
Sakusa, Kenma, and Akaashi were making their way to the Izanami school campus, where their plan to rescue (Y/N) was a go.
Akaashi was driving, Kenma was in the passenger side, and Sakusa was in the back seat.
He stared out the window, a sorrowful expression on his face that was hidden with a medical mask.
He hoped things would go well, or so help him, he'd probably end up dead after all of this.
"When we get there, Sakusa will lead us to the room, and Kenma will carry (Y/N) out."
"I will follow behind, but I will make sure no one is following us."
"We have to take the elevators, there's always cameras inside of there."
"For if anything happened, it would be captured on camera."
"Sakusa, you're in charge of getting us in and out of there."
"Kenma, you're in charge of (Y/N)."
"And I will..."
Akaashi gulped.
"I will sacrifice myself if anything happens."
Kenma and Sakusa stayed silent. It was the first time he said this, but they weren't surprised.
Akaashi was expecting some sort of reaction.
But he was glad they didn't react obnoxiously.
Like any friends, if someone who they cared about said they would sacrifice themselves, they'd act irrational.
For Kenma and Sakusa, they understood.
They had to do what they needed to do.
Akaashi's breath stifled when a small noise erupted; it was the gas tank, it alerted him that it was low. Granted, Akaashi calmed down, as he was too uptight right now. He needed to relax.
Akaashi stopped at the nearest gas station; the other two realized he needed to put some gas into the car. They stayed in the car, for the night was too cold for them to be idling out.
Sakusa closed his eyes, he was tired, but Kenma silently left the car, and stood outside with Akaashi.
"Sacrifice yourself huh," Kenma said, into the brisk, cold air, "What are we, going to war?"
Akaashi couldn't help but laugh a bit. Kenma's monotone self was funny to an extent, but he knew that Kenma was just trying to lighten the moment.
"It feels like it," Akaashi replied, "We are entering the enemy's territory."
"But we have an enemy on our side."
"Would you still consider him as an enemy?"
Kenma didn't say anything afterwards, he wasn't at all suspicious with Sakusa.
But could it be that Sakusa could be betraying them?
They doubted it, Sakusa didn't show any signs of betrayal, or any intentions of it.
They had only hoped that their feelings were true.
Kenma huffed out some air, the coldness was real.
"I don't wanna die," Kenma said out loud, "I'm scared of dying."
"You're scared of dying?"
He nodded. "I don't know how I'll die or when I'll die."
"But when it happens, will it hurt?"
Kenma and Akaashi both were surprised they weren't dead yet. They were surprised they got arrested and didn't die at all when they were at their most vulnerable.
They were thankful they were alive.
And they hoped they'd stay alive.
"I'm sure that when that moment comes, I'll save you Kenma," Akaashi smiled, "You're all I have left, after all."
"Save yourself before you save me," Kenma said, "You have a better future than me, I suppose."
"Do you even remember what I want to do when I grow up?"
"Of course I do, it's not that hard to remember," Kenma glared at him, "Why? Do you think I don't?"
"If I say so, what will you do?"
"Be offended."
Akaashi chuckled. "You don't strike me as the type to remember such useless details."
"And you don't strike me as the type to call something as to taking care of your family as something useless."
Akaashi widened his eyes slightly.
Kenma remembered that Akaashi wanted to take care of his family, that he wanted to take over his family's company when he was older.
"Quick mouth," Akaashi said, "Careful, that might get you killed."
"If I die, then the least I could do is have my last words be something sly."
Akaashi laughed.
There was a bit of silence after Kenma said that, the two were waiting for the gas to fill up the car.
"Do you still want to work with Kuroo?" Akaashi asked, cutting the silence, "I remember, that is your plan that you announced when we first met (Y/N)."
Kenma looked down at the ground, snorting.
"I do," Kenma said, "Sounds pathetic, right?"
"To still want to work with someone who has killed people."
"I sound insane saying that."
"I don't think that's-"
All of the sudden, Kenma started to cry.
Akaashi was taken aback.
Kenma had many lines of tears streaming down his face, his thin face.
Akaashi then had realized something crucial.
Upon further inspection, he realized the bigger picture here.
Kenma was sick.
Kenma was too thin.
Kenma hadn't been eating.
Kenma was slowly deterioting.
Kenma...
Kenma was dying.
This entire time, since they were thrown in prison, Kenma hadn't been mentally okay. His best-friend was a murderer, a psychopath, a person who has committed crimes just for an obsession of a girl.
Kuroo Tetsurou was his best-friend, someone who he has known since childhood. Someone who he wanted to work with in the future.
Someone who was no longer the someone he knew.
He was more than a stranger, in fact.
But no matter what, Kenma believed in something.
He believed that Kuroo would get better.
He believed that Kuroo would stop killing people.
He believed his best-friend wasn't this bad person at all.
He believed all of these things.
He was so caught up with trying to mend his best-friend, to ignore the fact that he was a serial killer even, he stopped caring for himself.
How Akaashi didn't notice, was because he, too was trying to mend his own best-friend.
But worst of all, Kenma was physically dying.
He wasn't taking care of himself.
Kenma's appetite was already small, it just diminishing completely was no good.
How Kenma could still try to carry this out was beyond Akaashi.
"K-Kenma," Akaashi said, out of shock, "This entire time... you didn't say anything..."
How in this new perspective, Kenma's skin was more pale. His skin looked more plastic than porcelain, his eyes looked more dead than the flies in the winter.
His blonde hair was fading away, white hairs appeared even.
Kenma...
Kenma was dying.
"Kenma," Akaashi took him by the shoulders, shaking him lightly but abruptly, "What the hell happened?"
"I'm sad, Akaashi..." Kenma said softly, "My best-friend is a murderer, my best-fucking-friend-"
"Do you know how fucking devastated I am?"
Kenma and Kuroo's friendship was closer and longer than Bokuto and Akaashi's, in fact, the two became friends around middle school.
Kuroo was the reason Kenma was on the bowling team, why Kenma was attending Izanagi, why Kenma is so popular-
He was the reason why Kenma was waking up everyday.
Kenma had no siblings, he grew up isolated, with no sun or moon. He had no friends, he didn't come from a great household where he was praised or constantly assured that things would be okay. Kenma grew up with anxiety, because he didn't know anything, more like, no one was there to teach him anything.
Until he met Kuroo, then his life changed.
He had someone to talk to.
He had someone to learn from.
He had someone to grow up with.
Kuroo changed his life for the better, as Kenma slowly grew out of the reclusive life. He no longer feared the unknown, Kenma became the unknown.
He became popular, people started to notice him. He didn't have to worry about people disliking him anymore, though he didn't care, he enjoyed a bit of talk every now and then.
Kenma was so used to having Kuroo by his side, he couldn't imagine Kuroo leaving him when he graduated. Though, Kenma had to slowly learn how to wait, everything quickly changed when Kuroo showed his psychotic tendancies.
Still, Kenma...
Kenma tried his best to understand Kuroo.
Kenma tried his best to be there for Kuroo.
Kenma tried to still believe that Kuroo was his best-friend, a normal person who could be helped.
But... the reality was sour.
It bit him like the frostbite right now.
Kuroo Tetsurou was no normal person anymore.
Kenma had to face that.
His best-friend was evil.
His best-friend was manipulative.
His best-friend was a killer.
With the reason why Kenma got so far in life, with Kenma's life already planned ahead for him, he felt like his world was collapsing when he had to snap back to reality to realize these truths about Kuroo.
No one could ever understand what position he was in, how Kenma felt even. Kenma wasn't in love with Kuroo, but Kuroo was like Kenma's brother.
Having that part of his life taken away, that was real pain.
Kuroo was everything to Kenma, just like how Konoha was everything to (Y/N).
No one could possibly understand that.
Because they were dead, after all.
Akaashi panicked. He gulped when he looked around, to try to do something about Kenma's declining health.
But Kenma did something.
He placed his hand on Akaashi's shoulder, to stop Akaashi from frantically moving.
Akaashi stopped, and he looked at Kenma's eyes.
They were glassy.
They were dead.
How could they be full of sadness but be empty at the same time?
"If anyone's to be sacrificed, Akaashi."
"It should be me."
"For, my time on this Earth has been done for since the day I believed that Kuroo Tetsurou was a good person."
「❮ 𝓬𝓸𝓷𝓽𝓲𝓷𝓾𝓮...❯」
"Where is she?!"
Sakusa, Kenma, and Akaashi had successfully entered the dorms of Kita's, where Terushima and Futakuchi also stayed.
But when they entered the room she supposedly slept in.
She was gone.
The boys looked around to see if she was anywhere.
But she wasn't even there.
The only thing that made everything suspicious was the fact that her supposed bedroom door was already open.
Then Sakusa realized something.
"Don't tell me he came here-"
"He did."
Kita's voice shocked everyone; he was standing in front of the living-room's balcony, looking out of the window.
Kita turned around, Kenma and Akaashi both stiffened when his gaze laid upon them.
"You two," he said, "I have a question."
"Kuroo and Bokuto, what is their relationship with (Y/N)?"
"What?"
"Their relationship with her," Kita said, "Correct me if I'm wrong, but you two are closely associated with them."
Kenma shuddered at the words "closely associated".
Because that was an understatement.
He was like Kuroo's brother.
"And if we are?" Akaashi said, standing in front of Kenma, shielding him, "Why do you want to know this?"
"Well I thought it was interesting," Kita laughed, "You two are the only best-friends alive."
"But that could be arranged."
Suddenly, Akaashi and Kenma fell to the ground.
When something hit them very hard.
Sakusa had hit them very hard.
With a baseball bat to the head.
The collision between the bat and their heads was so intense, a large noise was heard, then their bodies slammed against the floor.
Kita clicked his tongue, shaking his head as he walked over to the bodies. He crouched down, checking their pulse.
They were still alive, that was a shock.
But he was thankful.
"The boys want proof of their deaths," Kita said aloud, "We'll bring their bodies to wherever Daishou is."
"So we not only kill them for the deal."
"But we kill them in front of (Y/N)."
"Do you understand this all, Sakusa?"
Sakusa Kiyoomi.
He was a very selfish person.
But could anyone blame him?
Sakusa valued his life more than others, he didn't even know Akaashi and Kenma that well.
Even though he worked with them, betrayed Kita, the latter seemed to have seen through Sakusa as clear as glass.
Those questions he asked him that day, that didn't reveal everything.
The conversation between Atsumu and Sakusa.
That was the thing that exposed Sakusa.
"I know you too well Sakusa," Kita said, as he waited for his reply to his question, "There seems to be an issue when it comes to trust."
"As your best-friend revealed to me about me being on your ass lately?"
"You've never been good at lying," Kita sighed, "But you've always been good at predicting."
Kita picked up the baseball bat, dragging it against the floor, letting the blood stain the floor.
It scared Sakusa, to say the least.
Kita could hit him at any moment.
And Sakusa's life would flash before his eyes.
"You knew I knew, didn't you? How could you, for you blocked Atsumu?"
"I realized it sooner," Sakusa confessed, "I blocked Atsumu to prevent him from any disturbance, and yet, I forgot that he's the type to confront people who are causing discomfort to people like me."
Sakusa remembered he told Atsumu the lie of Kita being on his ass, and how Atsumu reacted made Sakusa later know that he was going to talk to Kita himself.
Atsumu cared a lot for Saksua, so much so as he'd do anything to keep him happy.
Atsumu already suspected Sakusa, he even asked him directly in the call.
And when Sakusa didn't give any answer up, the only thing he provided was the lie between Kita's hard teachings and him.
Which was a big mistake.
Sakusa remembered, and he had time for himself in the car as he contacted Kita about their plan, when Kenma and Akaashi were talking outside.
The two didn't expect anything.
Sakusa, indefinitely, led these two to their deaths.
And he was the killer.
"I won't touch a hair on Atsumu's head then," Kita stared at the bloody bat, "He helped me lots."
"But now, you owe me Sakusa." he said with a dangerous tone.
"You owe me a lot, considered you betrayed me with full intention of taking me down."
It was the truth though.
"So, I want you to comply with my needs. I'll tell you what to do, and in exchange for this, you will be spared," Kita said simply, "Do you understand this?"
It wasn't like Sakusa at all had any choice.
If Kita's question involved two answers, he'd still say yes.
His life was on the line.
And the only thing that mattered was his and Atsumu's.
Sakusa nodded only.
"Good."
In the end, Sakusa betrayed Kenma and Akaashi, who just wanted to help rescue (Y/N) and put an end to this madness.
Sakusa's decisions were worse than Daishou as an overall person.
That said a lot.
「❮ 𝓬𝓸𝓷𝓽𝓲𝓷𝓾𝓮...❯」
Ushijima shot Sakusa in the shoulder.
The latter spilled blood out of his mouth.
Ushijima smiled.
"Fucking coward."
It was a fight between two student councils, Izanagi's and Izanami's.
The two academies that had a history of rivalry.
Now, the men who were leading the school.
Were the same men who were shooting bullets at each other.
None of the Izanagi boys had been fatally wounded.
And Sakusa was the only one who had a bullet inside of him.
But he wasn't dead yet.
Daishou stood in front of Sakusa, shooting for him as Futakuchi pulled him off to the side.
Futakuchi tore off more of his shirt, trying to take the bullet out of his wound and then mend to it.
Sakusa groaned when the bullet was taken out, how gross it was, Futakuchi threw it off to the side and then wrapped his shoulder up.
"We have to hurry this shit up," Futakuchi said, breathless, "Sakusa might get an infection if it's not treated properly."
"We can't do shit!" Daishou shouted at him, "We are cornered!"
The shooting didn't simmer down, but the night sky fell deeper.
No one could see anyone.
But to even a sound of a leaf crunch.
A bullet would be flying towards that direction.
Everyone had to be careful.
For they might accidentally kill their friend.
Or themselves.
In the forests, hidden but not far from the scene, (Y/N) was quietly trying to run away. But it was impossible to be successful.
She couldn't see where she was going.
She was crying, tired, bleeding, she was hurt everywhere.
What nostalgia it was.
'Find help.'
Was what she kept repeating to herself.
She wasn't at all sane anymore.
She experienced death.
She was emotionally tortured.
She was emotionally scarred.
She was heart-broken.
Her spirit was gone.
Her letter of her past love was burned to ash.
All of her friends were dead.
She was alive.
Yet she felt like she was walking into death's hands right as she spoke.
She didn't care if she did at this point.
No one deserved to die.
No one but the student councils.
Her heart ached to say that.
But it was true-
Suddenly, (Y/N) heard something.
She heard footsteps.
And it was coming near her.
It was running to her.
It was coming for her.
She widened her eyes in horror, she began to run as well.
But the more she ran, the closer the footsteps got.
She could hear the leaves crunch repeatedly.
She could smell the fear spilling out of her eyes.
She could-
(Y/N) was grabbed.
Her arm was pulled.
She shrieked.
She tried to fight whoever it was.
She tried hitting, kicking, anything that could put distance between her and this unknown person.
"Let me go-!"
"(Y/N)!"
She froze.
She stopped.
She gasped.
Her eyes widened.
There was something about this guy that had the same concept of a flower.
He had always faced the brightest thing in front of him.
Just like how a sunflower faced the sun.
"Aki!"
「❮𝓽𝓸 𝓫𝓮 𝓬𝓸𝓷𝓽𝓲𝓷𝓾𝓮𝓭...❯」
I am leaving for a break on Friday, which means I won't be able to update for about a week. I want to try to get the last two chapters done by tomorrow, which should be easy because to me, the next two are the saddest chapters.
Please remember that this book ends on chapter 40. After that, there will be about four endings (I will release more information about that later, so please don't bombard me with questions, suggestions, etc about the endings, for I don't think I will take any like how I did with WPL).
Chapter 40 will end like how Chapter 40 ended in WPL, what you pick to read for the ending will match perfectly with the ending for chapter 40. If you do not read the endings, then I hope the ending satisfies you (it won't, but I will hope).
Please please please, I want to thank EVERYONE for reading this far. I started to write this in October, and now it's January, how time flies, and now the fanfiction is ending. It truly has been an emotional journey.
But it's not over yet. (-:
Chapter 39 will be very emotional, well to me, it will be.
Chapter 40 will be a very shocking chapter.
Prepare yourselves for the finale, for it's not going to end on a happy note.