Hell-bent

[Sunday. 06:16. On The One Hand...]

Hot.

Muro-chin’s fingers are sooooo. Hot. Slowly, deliberately toying with Murasakibara, rubbing him under the warm bath water with both hands. It feels good, so good, much better than the rare occasions Murasakibara takes it upon himself to take care of these kinds of urges.

But more than the sensation of being fondled under water, it’s the burning gaze from Muro-chin’s good eye that’s making Murasakibara feel especially hot. He gets a look like this sometimes, Muro-chin does, as though he’s possessed by a hunger he can barely control. Like a beast -- a dragon?

Muro-chin is panting a little, beads of sweat or water trickling down his temple and rolling off his chin. He’s flushed around the cheeks…... Pink like strawberry candy. Looks so tasty..

“Atsushi…?!” Muro-chin’s hands stop for a moment and he laughs in surprise as Murasakibara licks the right side of his face. He swallows, his adam’s apple bobbing behind the pale flesh of his throat.

That looks tasty too.

“Muro-chin….I wanna eat you”

Muro-chin stays quiet for a moment, and just squeezes Murasakibara harder, close to the base of his cock. !!!!!.

He rises a little, still holding onto Murasakibara, the water around splashing from the movement. And he leans forward to bite Murasakibara, right on the chest.

It hurts a little, like getting a needle, but Murasakibara feels himself throb under Muro-chin’s touch.

“Sorry, Atsushi,” Muro-chin murmurs against Murasakibara’s heart, lightly kissing the place where he had just sunk his teeth.

“But right now I want to eat you. Is that okay?”

To eat or to be eaten, anything is fine, if it’s with Muro-chin.

[Sunday. 06:20. On The Other Hand...]

The bell to the entrance of the bar D R I V E rattles to herald someone’s arrival. The bar’s not open, though, it’s not open, IT’S CLOSED WHO IS IT NOW?!

But Nijimura already knows, without even looking up from the register at which he’s doing early morning opening counting duties, that it’s one of those damn brats. Misfortune comes in threes, so which one of them is his #2 unwanted guest?

“Ni-ji-muuuu-ra-saaaaan~”

Oh good, it’s the pink one. Little miss omniscient.

Momoi Satsuki beams as she bounces into the bar, waving a horribly bruised and bloodied hand in salutation. She’s sporting a black hoodie, to match the throbbing blackened bruise blossoming on her cheekbone. How rare.

Nijimura sucks some air through his teeth, and grudgingly sets down the books he’d been looking over.

“What is it with you kids lately. First it’s the purple shit, but at least HE brought a pretty friend along.”

“Ooooh, Mukkun stopped by?” Momoi hums, sliding onto the stool nearest Nijimura, slumping her weight against the counter. She displays her wound, which is in desperate need of treatment. Okay, okay, Nijimura gets it.

“And he even showed you his pet dragon, how nice~”

Nijimura raises an eyebrow, sliding a shot of vodka and a cloth over to Momoi.

“Any way you look at it, Murasakibara is the pet”

“Hmmmm, I’m not so sure” Momoi hums in response, dumping the entire shot over her injured hand. There’s no way that doesn’t sting, but Momoi doesn’t even flinch. She calmly proceeds to lightly dab the hand with a cloth, staining it with specs of blood.

Nijimura goes a bit farther back to grab an ice pack and some bandages. This whole situation is reminiscent of all those years ago, when he made it his main job was to try and fix up these broken brats. Old habits die hard, huh….

“Don’t you have ‘friends’ littered across the entire damn city you can go to for this? I haven’t seen you in years and you stroll in with your hand all fucked up.” he snaps irritably as he returns with his handful of first aid supplies.

“My ‘friends’ like to talk a lot. Ah, but I would’ve gone to Midorin for this sort of thing, if he wasn’t busy tonight.”

“Eh?” Nijimura frowns, trying to figure out how best to fashion a finger splint for this reckless IDIOT.

“What, you keep in touch?” he gently lifts Momoi’s hand, inspecting it with his brows furrowed.

“I guess if it’s you, it’s not that surprising, you were always the one doing the most to keep everyone together.”

Momoi sighs softly, her perpetual smile wavering for a moment. Under the dim light of the CLOSED bar, sitting there in her oversized hoodie, letting someone else take care of her injury…... she looks particularly small.

“I still do my best, but it’s not enough. That’s why, with this final game, Tetsu-kun might be able to………….”

Brat #1 came in to help out his friend. Brat #2 came in because she was lonely.

In a way, it’s almost cute that they rely on him, after all this time.

Or maybe he just feels guilty. For not being able to do anything for them, back then……

[Lucky Item]

The story of a child.

But he wasn’t really a child. He was made, crafted into a tool:

Green hair to blend in with jungle foliage; nigh superhuman aim and accuracy; obedient, disciplined, efficient. No memories of a family or a normal home. No sense of self.
A perfect little weapon.

But even a perfect little weapon can become defective. The cracks in the craftsmanship left room for memories to leak back in, and with the memories came dreams and wants. And a will.

Too troublesome for a mere puppet. So the child was set to be disposed of, but he was still a perfect little weapon, and he turned on those that used him as a tool for warfare.

And just when he thought he’d lost everything by his own hand, another child who wasn’t a child appeared before him, with glowing sunset-coloured eyes.

With an outstretched hand, the other child, the sunset child, held a small piece of wood, etched with ink, and he asked:

“Do you want to play with me?”

[Sunday. 06:30. Grand Theft Taiga Part II]

The extravagant front garden of a conveniently secluded Western-style manor, property (for now…) of the Xx clan becomes a battleground, the exact second Kuroko Tetsuya steps foot on its grassy terrain.

There is no hope of a covert trespassing, as there is a terribly vigilant hawk on night watch.

“I’ve had my eye on you for a while now, shadow-chan,” Takao trills, firing three consecutive shots at the oncoming Kuroko from his position

“This is the first time Shin-chan has gone out on a personal mission, which is too interesting to pass up. So I’m afraid I can’t let you go collect your precious younger master just yet.”

Kuroko halts at this, murmurs out something incomprehensible. After a pause, he resumes a light, frankly unthreatening trot towards Takao. Confused, Takao holds his fire.

“What?”

“I said,” Kuroko stops again, bending over with his hands to his knees, out of breath.

“I am not here to collect young mas-...Kagami-kun….” a coughing fit ensures.

“Are you...winded?”

Kuroko shakes his head, then puts a hand to his mouth and bends forward again.

“No, you’re clearly winded.”

“I am not…….”

Is this guy for real?

“Look, just be a good boy wait out here for the young master-”

The taste of blood suddenly fills Takao’s mouth. Before he can even move, Kuroko’s already behind him, holding something cold and metal to Takao’s nape.

“I said,”

Kuroko’s voice is cool, but there is an edge to his tone, as if he’s holding back laughter.

“I’m not here to see Kagami-kun.”

Takao grins, letting a mouthful of blood spill down his lips. It’s been a while since he’s been caught off guard like this, Shadow-chan moves like the fucking air, is he a ninja or somethin’ ?

And shit. He even got a hit in.

Interesting.

“And I told you to wait. So you’re gonna wait <3”

[Sunday. 06:30. Grand Theft Taiga Part III (Failed negotiations)]

“Look, I don’t get what you want!!!” Kagami snaps, exasperated, finally free of the constraints of duct tape.

“You’re going to marry my daughter and use your father’s influence to save us before the family goes to ruin!” snaps back Xx-sama, who is not yet accustomed to how he shoud be speaking to his "future son-in-law".

“You already sent me that omi...omay...invitation thing, what the fuck is the point of kidnapping me?”

“Don’t be absurd !! As if I can afford to waste time on giving you the luxury of declining this”

“THERE ARE A MILLION THINGS WRONG WITH THIS, ARE YOU STUPID?”

“YOU are the one who is stupid, young man!! You don’t even know how many grievances your bastard father has put me through, this is all HIS FAULT. If he hadn’t thrown me under the bus and ran my dealings into shit, I wouldn’t have lost the support of the..”

“Oh my god…..this guy won’t fucking stop….” Kagami mutters. He casts a sidelong glance at the kidnapper, the green one. So that’s Kuroko’s “Midorima”, huh. Looks like a real fucking prize.
The glare off the lenses of his glasses renders his expression unreadable, although he’s emitting a pretty pissed off aura right now

“...so obviously, if you refuse, I can just sell you off to any number of other people who are after Kagami’s precious illegitimate son. You’re causing quite a stir in the community just by existing, you know. I’m in the perfect position, and it doesn’t even matter to me much if you’re taken away after the proceedings since they can’t be nullified so easily-- ah I guess I shouldn’t be telling YOU this. I’ve hired this young gentleman here to make sure that nothing goes wrong for me and …”

“Hey, aren’t you a sharpshooter or somethin’, that’s what Kuroko told me. Why are you doing a stupid job like this?” Kagami asks over Xx-sama’s angry tirade, craning his neck up to face Midorima.

“?? None of your business.”

Kagami can’t imagine how the situation could be any MORE his business than it already is, but okay.

The ropes on his wrists are chafing his skin and his legs hurt and the Xx guy still won’t stop talking. And this green Midorima guy fucking sucks, okay, Kagami just wants to throw down.

Kuroko, where in the goddamn hell are you?!

[Sunday. 06:47. No Rest For The Wicked]

After an unsuccessful hour of trying to sleep, with methods including: drinking warm tea that Satsuki almost surely planted in his kitchen, reading tiddy mags, jerking off to the rather fresh memory of Kise sucking him off (which ends up having the opposite effect), Aomine finally decides to abandon ship and take a fucking walk.

Aomine can’t find his hoodie so he just throws on a shirt and calls it a day, slips on some slip-ons and heads out the door.

Not even seven in the morning yet, and he’s out and about. This is practically exercise; Satsuki would be proud. Hell, maybe the fresh air will even clear the absolute shitshow going on in his thoughts right now.

Spoiler alert: it doesn’t.

Aomine doesn’t make it even two minutes away from his apartment, when some hero with his hood up manifests out of fucking nowhere, shoves a burner phone into Aomine’s hand, and disappears without a trace.

There’s only one person in the entire world that would pull off something this dramatic to avoid seeing Aomine in person.

“Akashi….”

“Good morning, Daiki. I’m surprised to see you up so early.”

“Cut the shit, Akashi, how did you even know I was - ..nevermind, your all-seeing eye”

“Do you mean my Emp-”

“What do you want. It’s not my time yet, Midorima’s still doing his job, isn’t he. Satsuki would be next up, anyways, that’s the way the order’s always been.”

There is a long pause. Akashi sighs openly into the receiver. A reaction only Aomine Daiki could incite.

“I suppose you want to decline my summons.”

“Damn right, I already got your stupid letter, what do I need to see you in person for? A touching reunion?? My ass.”

“..............well. I still expect to see you tonight at seven. I will send my proxy to deliver the rest of the details.”

Goddamnit.

“Ah, and Daiki, one more thing. Are you sure you can afford to have “touching reunions” with Ryouta before settling things ahead of time.”

“WHH-!?!”

“Good day!”

Click.

Aomine inhales deeply, then smashes the burner phone against the brick wall of the nearest building. Shards of phone scatter every which way, resting in pieces.

WHY IS EVERYONE SO OBSESSED WITH HIS SEX LIFE !!!!!!!!!!!

[Sunday. 06:48. That Haizaki Over There]

Blood drip-drips down Haizaki’s nose, rolls over his mouth. The pavement is grinding against his knees, cutting into the skin. It hurts it hurts it fucking hurts.

“Two-faced bitch. You don’t even know who the fuck you are. You’re just empty; an imitation.

You started out as nothing and tried so hard to make yourself worth something --for what.

Miracle my ass. What’s so special about cheap merchandise anyways? You tried so hard to make yourself worth something.

And look at you now. A toy to be used up and thrown away.

And yet you stand there all high and mighty. Just dripping with fucking arrogance.

Of course I wanted to knock you down a couple notches, remind you where you stand”

Ryouta takes his boot off Haizaki’s shoulder, and lets him collapse, breathless, back to the ground. He crouches down next to Haizaki, and waits for his coughing fit to subside before speaking.

“Hmmmm, Shougo-kun” he sing-songs sweetly, twirling his silver chain around his finger.

“I just can’t tell if you’re talking to me,” his voice drops a few octaves, sinister honey tones.

“Or to yourself?”

It’s the same. The same goddamn thing.