A/N: Warning for violence and harsh language. Requester asked to be left in anon, so I’m posting this separate from the ask. Thank you for sending it in, I hope you like it!
He really should have
known it was only a matter of time before something of this nature occurred.
Imayoshi has been in the game of coercion and manipulation since he was young,
his skills initially applied to basketball and getting under his opponents’
skin.
Only now, the game is deadlier,
the stakes higher and he doesn’t take kindly to having the tables turned on
him.
“Where is she?” he asks,
tone genial, a smile on his face which sit inches from his captive.
“Fuck you,” hisses
Hanamiya, spit marring the clear lenses of Imayoshi’s glasses.
“Such an ungrateful
student,” murmurs Imayoshi removing the offended frames and cleaning the glass
with a cloth. Placing them upon his face, he looks at his former subordinate before
smacking him hard across the face. It’s more demeaning and Hanamiya knows it. “Really,
Makoto, I expected better of you.” Hanamiya’s grey eyes follow him as he paces,
Imayoshi idly flipping open then closed his beloved switchblade, a gift from ______
for Christmas.
“Like you’re one to
talk,” spats the bound man tugging on his restraints which only adds to the
burns on his wrists. “I know what you bastards did! And you swore, you fucking swore on your life that she’d remain
safe but you lied and because of you she’s dead!”
Imayoshi rears back,
hand slicing through the air like a whip connecting hard enough with Hanamiya’s
head for him to hear bells. “And this is what you get for making assumptions,”
whispers Imayoshi, drawing his face back to his own. Blood trails down his
temple, teeth gritting till he’s sure they’re about to break. “It wasn’t Too,
who killed your mother.”
Hanamiya’s eyes widen a
bit. “Who did?” Imayoshi smiles. “Fuck, tell me who did!”
“Shall we say,” Imayoshi
goes on, tapping his chin before meeting his eyes to Hanamiya’s, “a little “misdirection”,
was employed?”
Hanamiya can’t believe
what he’s hearing. There’s no way… “Seirin? Seirin?!!”
Imayoshi shrugs. “Guess
they aren’t as squeaky clean as everyone believes them to be, though if you
ask me-“
“Which I didn’t-“
“I think,” Imayoshi
continues right along, “it wasn’t intentional. Collateral damage seems most
likely, though still, the way her body was left-“
“Shut up!” Hanamiya
shouts, tears held fast in his eyes.
Silence descends in the concreate
room save only for Hanamiya’s heavy breathing. He fucked up, fucked badly. Not only did he take the wrong
person, he’s earned the ire, no, the retribution of his former leader which can
only lead to more problems.
“Your continued
existence in this world relies fully on your answer to my next question,”
Imayoshi says. Hanamiya looks up, already knowing what he’s going to ask. “Is
______ alive?”
At his nod, Imayoshi
feels his chest release, tension flowing out of him but he remains calm, cool
and collected. “You’ve made a dire error here, Makoto, one that will not be overlooked
or dealt with lightly.” Trailing around Hanamiya, he slices through the rope
with his knife, keeping it trained on him though he knows better than any
Hanamiya won’t try anything now. “I’ll decide the currency of your debt another
time, for now, kindly take me to ______. And if she’s been harmed-“
“She’s fine,” Hanamiya
interrupts.
“I’ll be the judge of
that,” Imayoshi assures.
Wakamatsu drives them to
Kirisaki Daīchi’s hideout, dragging Hanamiya by the collar to the door where he
knocks for entry. When they walk in, he orders Imayoshi’s girlfriend to be
brought to them. The hurried click of high heeled shoes is heard echoing on
metal stairs as she descends, flying into Imayoshi’s arms.
He pulls back, eyes
quickly scanning her and when he finds that she’s fine, at least physically, he
breathes a sigh of relief. “Let’s go home,” he affirms and she nods eagerly.
Looking over his shoulder
he comments to Hanamiya,” I’ll be in touch, Makoto. For now, your first orders
are: no retaliation to Seirin.”
“You son of-“
“You’re gonna earn the
right first,” Imayoshi insists. “For now, count your blessings that I don’t
level this piece of shit with you in it.”
He walks out with
_______under his arm, her shaking body all the evidence he needs to know
Kirisaki Daichi’s debt will take a long time to pay.
Let's Otaku About It 