Warning: AU, gore, cursing, character death, fighting, killing, slicing, dicing, chains, weapons, crack, angst, ect.
Disclaimer: I don't own anything, I'm just a crazed fan-girl that loves these kinds of stories.
Summary: This is Kobayakawa Sena, the right-hand of the biggest Yakuza family, and is currently trying to reunite all of their allies to the common goal.
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Jail wasn't easy.
Kobayakawa Sena knew that.
After all, he ended up in Juni a couple of times before this.
But this... This was different.
Four injections, as he was no longer loved.
"Kobayakawa Sena, for murdering 599 people, hacking into the World Government's account to put up picture of..." an uncomfortable cough, as the judge quickly moved on, "And robbing 69 banks, I hearby declare you to to prison for the rest of your life."
Dead brown eyes lifted to meet the judge before he was forced away by the chains on his neck, wrists and ankles.
The brown bush of hair collected on his head and slid down a couple of inches to his neck, an emotionless stare breaking through all else.
"Kobayakawa?" the male stood up, as a mask was taken off of him, he was forced forward with his wrists cuffed together with chains, metals, steel, and concrete as he was dragged off, luckily enough, there were only chains and shackles on his ankles.
In a stark black tuxedo, with a red dress shirt, the male was tugged forward.
They were scared of him.
And it was painfully obvious.
"This..." the male in front of him was so obviously frightened, "This is y-your new jail cell," the voice cracked, but Sena didn't care.
He was just tired.
"Is... He with you?" the walkie-talkie stated as the officer, after sending a nervous look in Sena's look, pulled it up next to his mouth.
"Y-Yes, he hasn't pulled anything yet..." he said quietly.
"Bring him back. He has a visitor."
"Already?" the voice hissed back as he sighed, "R-Roger..."
He looked at the male, who blinked before smiling kindly, "Where am I to go?"
"I-Uh... I..."
"I won't hurt you," to prove his point, he lifted up the cuffs that took up all of his arm from his wrist to his elbow.
"B-But..."
"You're not the one I want to kill," the male said, closing his honey brown eyes.
Internally, the jail-keeper didn't understand how this... kid-like boy could be responsible for the rise in criminal activity.
The male quietly led him out into the Visitor Center.
"H-here you are..."
"Thank you," the polite male said, smiling softly as he sat down face-to-face with the right-hand of the yakuza circle he was in.
"Kekeke... You're very name scares them," the male laughed softly.
"How was it?" the brunet asked, all the calm and the blond male blinked before laughing once more.
"They said they'll team up with us under one condition," he said, semi-confused.
"What? Their condition was my-"
"Shut the fuck up," the eyes narrowed considerably as the visitor growled out sharply, silencing the male in one-go.
"Hiruma-san," the brunet whispered the male's name, "Did I... screw up again?"
The emerald eyed male sighed, as he rubbed his temples, "No, you fucking idiot. You did fine, they just want you to be there if they want to ever be caught talking to one another," he said.
The honey brown eyes blinked innocently.
"That's it?"
"That's it."
"Oh... I'm... sorry," Sena blinked as Hiruma broke into a grin.
"I'll get you out-"
"No, it's fine," Sena said, raising his hands up to shake with his head, "I don't want to trouble-"
"If you're not here, there will be trouble," the male snapped back, surprising the younger male, "Look, if we want anyone in the circle to cooperate, you have to be there. We can't afford to show the boss as he is now."
"I know."
"Then shut up and wait for me."
The brunet blinked, but nodded sorrowfully.
Three days later, true to his word, Hiruma got Sena out of jail, with of course, a condition.
Hey, the UN will not allow a male that killed 600 humans, robbed 69 of the greatest banks by shutting them down, and hacked into all of the files of the world and danced over them, go as freely as a butterfly.
Even if he had Hiruma Youichi, Takami Ichirou, and Kongo Agon on his side.
And five billion more Mafia families and Yakuza gangs underneath his control.
Although he's only the left-hand of the one group that he's apart of.
"You have to give back all the money you took, build a better security system, and complete 600 missions for the UN," they're messenger announced as Sena blinked, and nodded.
"Fair enough," he said.
Clad in a dark red dress shirt and black blazer, pants, and shoes, Kobayakwa Sena walked around the summer heat as if there was no problem.
After all, people like him didn't need those kinds of feelings.
Right?
"Kekeke... For someone that had just got out of prison, you're in a prissy mood," Hiurma laughed as he boarded their private jet plane.
"Hey, Sena!" bright white hair flashed as Sena mustered a smile.
"Hello, Riku," he said calmly as the door closed as the male fell on his chair, mask ripped off he sighed, "Hie! That was so scary!" he called out in despair.
Hiruma imminently fell over, grabbing onto his stomach in laughter as he wiped a tear away from his eyes.
"Wh-what's going on?" Sena sniffled.
"I honestly do not understand how you are a criminal," Riku sighed.
"What's that supposed to mean?" Sena squeaked out.