Author's Note: Hello friends... this is gonna be a weird fanfic for me, I haven't written anything like this, but it's pretty refreshing and I hope someone likes it lol. I've wanted to write a fanfic for KagePro in forever, but I just never got around to it. But what a great way to start it with a drug dealing AU!
This is gonna be a mostly KanoKido story I'm pretty sure? But there will be mentions of various other couples. I haven't also completely decided on the layout of the story yet, so if there ends up being tons of chapters to this with a crazy developed plot and the foreshadowing is terrible, I apologize in advance...
Anyways, enjoy!
It was a dark night in the streets of the big city. The full moon was white and large, opalescent, giving it a dramatic look in the long stretch of plain, ordinary clouds. The streets were alit with lamp posts, the glare of car lights, and windows glowing along the office buildings, rendering the dark gray sky starless from light pollution. A few cars roamed around the roads, moving quickly enough to give the nighttime more a hustle-and-bustle kind of vibe. Only a few civilians headed down the sidewalks, eyes staring straight ahead, avoiding eye contact as committed as possible to keep away from untrustworthy strangers.
On one particular street, in the back of a dark alleyway, stood a pair of people: one short, one tall, a wash of moonlight illuminating their presence. The short one was obviously a girl: she had long brown hair tied into two pigtails at the back, and wore a blue denim overall-like dress on top of a gray long-sleeved t-shirt and black Doc Martens boots, a leathery backpack set on the ground by her feet. The tall one wasn't as easy to analyze, with a slim, lanky body and baggy clothing: a purple sweatshirt with the hood pulled over their head, olive green cargo pants, and black hi-top Vans. They were standing close, but not close enough to seem intimate, just a foot apart from one another, in arms length. The girl was staring daggers into the other person, a wary frown worn on her painted lips, but it didn't reach her gaze: from the look of her big brown eyes, she seemed scared and afraid, as if trying to act unworried when she was prepared to run away if necessary.
The other person held in their hands a small plastic baggie, with contents resembling herbs, shaped like broccoli leaves. Their fingers braced the top part of the bag, and held it up openly, as if teasing the girl, trying to see if she'd come out and grab it. The person wore a red jacket under the hoodie that was zipped all the way up, obscuring the bottom half of their face, but appearing from the crinkles around their flickering black eyes, it seemed like they were smiling.
"Is this a good amount for you?" they asked jokingly. They stared intently at the girl, who bristled irately, as if questioning whether they were taking her seriously or not. She glowered and stuffed her fingers into the pocket of her dress, pulling out a brown wallet. She searched around and pulled out two wads of $100 bills. "Here's the money," she muttered, keeping her voice low, "now is there another bag?" She looked as if she wanted to say more, as if she wanted to snap out at the other person, but reluctance must've been holding her back. Judging from the fact that she kept looking over her shoulder every other moment, she seemed anxious someone was watching.
The other person chuckled. "Sorry, sweet, that'll only get you a half ounce," they replied, giving the baggie a little shake. "Hand me another $200 though, and you can get another bag." Their voice, although quiet, dripped clear of temptation.
The girl hesitated, the money still clenched in her hand. She seemed thoughtful, yet still suspicious. Finally, after a tense second, she opened up her wallet again and pulled out another pair of $100s, and held the bills out in front of her courageously.
"You were prepared, huh." The other person reached into their cargo pants pockets and, after a bit of rummaging, produced another matching bag of herbs. They took the money out of the girl's hand and placed the bags into the grasp of her fingers, an exchange now completed. The other person then slipped the cash into their hoodie and nodded. "Have fun, then."
The girl bit her lip, eying the bags tentatively. "Y-Yeah, thanks," she muttered. She shoved them clumsily into her backpack, and turned to walk away, a quickening in her pace.
"Pleasure doing business with you, Hiyori," the person called out.
Hiyori turned sharply around and snarled, her lips curling angrily. She then headed back into the direction she was going, never looking back.
The person laughed a little to themselves and walked the opposite way down the shadowed alleyway, feeling at the crumpled dollars in their pocket. A buzz vibrated from their pocket, and they pulled out a black smart phone. The top text was from Hiyori herself: "do not ever, ever yell out my name in public when I come back here."
Sighing, the person pulled down their hood, revealing themselves to be a girl: her small, delicate face and piercing red eyes brightened in the lamp light. Her long green hair had been tucked under her jacket and was beginning to spill out in small locks. She brushed some of her bangs aside so she could see more clearly and tapped out a response: "of course, dear. if you ever want to get back at me, just shout 'Kido' XD."
So that was the prologue! Liked it? Didn't like it? Please let me know by leaving a review! I could always use the feedback, it really helps me out to improve my writing, and it encourages me to write more lmao, so if you want more, reviews are awesome! Have a nice day, and thanks for reading!