Hi namadine! Thank you so much for your lovely
compliment! I’m so pleased I can literally take you into the story. This is my
first time writing a Mafia AU so I hope it’s good. Also, I love that you chose
Imayoshi! He’s one of those characters that I like more the more I re-watch the
anime.
Slight language so technically NSFW.
I thought this picture was great for this, please give the artist kudos here.
Shoichi Imayoshi – Prompt #77 – “You shouldn’t have
even been there!” (angst/Mafia!AU)
“Get it done tonight. I want it clean, no mistakes,”
Imayoshi says coolly.
“Tch, why send me to do this job?” Aomine asks
yawning.
“Because, despite your lazy attitude, you’re the best
shot we have. It’s simple, probably won’t take you more than ten minutes tops.”
“More like five,” the ace sniper comments, his words
indicative of his acquiescence to the orders.
“What is it Sakurai?” asks the bespectacled head of
the Too mafia gang after the blue haired male has left the room.
His mousy assistant jumps slightly, unaware he’s
been observed. “I’m sorry,” he begins shakily, bowing slightly, “I just…do you
think it’s a good idea to leave it to him?”
Before he can answer, Wakamatsu is already raving, “Of
course it’s not a good idea! Boss, you know how he is! Let me take this one,
you know how unfocused he is ever since Kagami-“
“Aomine is fine,” Imayoshi interjects firmly, “it’s
time for him to get back in the game. As for Kagami, I’ll admit that was an
unfortunate incident, but we must move forward.” He stands, heading for the
door, saying over his shoulder, “But if you’re that worried about him,
Wakamatsu, feel free to tag along. Just don’t get in his way.”
Later that night…
Aomine sits on top of a roof, the cold of the
evening biting through even his heavy coat. He bemoans the need to take it off
soon in order to have the best body control possible for this shot. Nearby,
Wakamatsu kneels in the shadows, his presence irritating but not distracting;
Aomine is too good for that.
Eventually his target arrives, getting out of his
car and making his way inside. Shucking his jacket off, Aomine readies himself
into position, his gun already out and waiting for him. As he settles his right
eye against the scope of his rifle both widen in surprise when he sees you in
the same café as his target.
“Fuck,” he mutters under his breath.
“What is it?” his unwanted companion asks.
“_______-chan is in there. What the hell is she
doing in this territory?” Aomine asks.
“Not sure, but boss man isn’t going to be happy
about it, that’s for sure,” responds the blonde.
“No shit,” Aomine says running a frustrated hand
through his hair.
He weighs his options; his target isn’t exactly
known for drawing attention, in fact Daiki can see he’s moving about the room
with nary a glance in his direction. It’s worth the risk of your exposure to
the violence. Plus, it’s not like you know anything about anything. To you,
Imayoshi and the rest of them are respectable business men dealing in the world
of high paid athletes and sponsorships. You have no idea that Too and all its
associates are one of the largest mafia organizations in Japan, second only to
the Rakuzan family.
“I’m taking the shot,” he says, repositioning and
removing the safety. It will all be over in a blink of an eye.
Inside the café you’re enjoying a latte along with a
toffee scone, perfect companions to the latest novel from your favorite author.
Glancing up as you turn a page, you’re startled to see a red dot settled on the
back of a fellow patron. It takes milliseconds for you to figure out what you’re
looking at, your body moving on its own.
“Look ou-“you cry standing up rapidly, but your
voice is cut short as a sharp sting smacks against your back, the air in your
lungs escaping as pain radiates from the point of impact outwards.
The last thing you see are the bright blue eyes of
the man whose life you just saved, seemingly at the cost of your own.
In a large mansion, a large room holds a large bed
which holds a very small and fragile you. Imayoshi sits in a nearby chair, head
in his hands. Why? Why the fuck did he think it was a good idea to take the
job? If only he’d told that damned self-proclaimed “emperor” to shove it up his
ass, you wouldn’t be in this position, fighting for your life.
Taking your hand, slow tears trailing down his face,
Imayoshi whispers, “You shouldn’t have
even been there.”
No, you shouldn’t have been anywhere near that side
of town but he just had to be “busy”. He just had to blow you off and tell you
he couldn’t see you because he had business to attend to. He’d no fucking
business other than assigning Aomine to the hit. How could his ace have done this?
He never missed, ever.
Leaning his head down onto the bed, he sobs, “Y/N,
please…please come back to me. I…I can’t…I can’t do this without you.” He looks
up to your serene face, holding out hope you’re just sleeping, just really
tired and will wake up soon. He stands, brushing his lips against your
forehead, “I love you so much, please…please open your eyes.”
Days pass then weeks then months with no change in
your condition other than you’re losing weight and muscle mass but Imayoshi
refuses to give up, refuses to pull the plug despite doctor’s opinions and
forecasts being unfavorable to any recovery at all.
He knows he’s a selfish bastard, but Imayoshi
routinely does the things that people hate, and right now, he’s keeping you
alive, even if it kills him. Because for as much as he hurts to see you like
this, he can’t let you go.
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