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Screams, laughs, blood, ugh, how typical. Koko envies how Sanzu never gets bored of the same thing happening over and over again. Some rats, some scraps, brainless idiots thinking they can outsmart Bonten just to turn into Sanzu’s entertainment for the evening. Maybe Koko should take some of Sanzu’s pills too, that would certainly brighten up his mood.
“I liked that one,” Rindou says absentmindedly as the third guy gets the fourth bullet into his leg, it’s a kneecap this time. He’ll die from blood loss soon, Koko saw it so many times he could place bets on the time of death.
“He was hilarious, so fidgety,” Ran smirks, looking with apathetic eyes at the five bloody men tied to the chairs. He was fidgety and it was funny, Koko could agree easily with that. He was also the one who led them to the other four.
“How do they never learn, it’s boring at this point,” Koko comments as a desperate scream rings through a warehouse. Sanzu still looks high on adrenaline, laughing and taunting his playthings. Well, Sanzu is just high, to be fair. The idea of taking some pills looks better with every moment.
“Not for him,” Rindou shrugs, eyeing Sanzu with amusement sparkling in his purple irises. Koko just rolls his eyes, those two, always the biggest torture enthusiasts, truly perfect for each other.
Koko would’ve happily spent his evening doing whatever else he could, he honestly to god finds this execution party boring. Years upon years, the same thing every time. But, well, one of those bright individuals, the one whose nails are being peeled off with Sanzu’s trained to perfection moves, is actually Koko’s subordinate. So, Koko has to be here, an unwritten rule of sorts. Even the fact that he himself was the one to find this useless rat’s ulterior motives didn’t free him of this chore, truly annoying. Should’ve killed him right then and there and be done with it, but, ugh, he could’ve had other accomplices, so a few questions had to be asked first. And now Sanzu has five playthings, Rindou has a nice view, Ran has something to laugh at and Koko has another boring evening. At least those three enjoy themselves, could’ve said thank you at least.
Koko feels his phone vibrating, a sliver of hope that something interesting happened and will free him of this tedious routine sparkles in him. It’s a message from his other subordinate, Kazuki. The guy is a good hacker, never fucks up and never asks useless questions, Koko likes him for that. Koko hates stupid people who ask him stupid questions.
M K 3 (1 New Messege)
Hey, boss, look who I found :) How about we trade?
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Koko hates stupid people who don’t know their place. Koko also hates stupid demented idiots who think that threatening their bosses is a thing they can do. Koko, more than anything, hates how his fucking heart skipped a beat when he saw that picture. Fucking useless garbage, years under Koko’s command, and look at him fucking touching Koko’s things he has no right to even know about.
“Sanzu, give me that for a sec,” Koko walks closer to Sanzu’s playground, looking at the five sorry figures and trying to calm down his own urge to kill each and every one of them just for the sake of it. He stretches his hand and arches his eyebrow expectantly at Sanzu.
“Huh, you look pissed,” the scars stretch in a wide smile as Sanzu gives him the already dirty bloodied pliers. He looks at Koko with interest, curiously tilting his head as that smile turns into an amused smirk. Koko ignores him, he is rather pissed, thanks for noticing.
“Masaki Kazuki has just been caught as well,” Koko says casually to the five panting rats with distorted in pain faces. He plays with the pliers as he walks past each of them. “Since he’s mine, I have a very reasonable interest in making sure he’ll suffer. But, you see, I kinda got rusty, haven’t played like Sanzu here for some time. Gotta practice, only the best for my dear subordinates, right?” he talks rather lazily, watching the reaction to his words carefully. Oh, here he is.
Koko stops in front of the last guy, he vaguely remembers him being one of the lower members, the ones he never spends any thought on. They just run around, do whatever is asked of them and, generally, Koko views them as some background noise. Kazuki honestly has some nerve to think that this little insignificant rat can be on equal grounds with him to even consider giving Koko that trade offer.
“Worry much?” Koko bends down a little, looking with a smirk at the teary dirty grey eyes of this little rat. The guy’s eyes grow wider, he looks at Koko with so much shock and concern as if it was completely unthinkable that his Kazuki could get caught. Huh, interesting.
“You thought I didn’t know?” Koko arches his eyebrow skeptically as the guy starts looking more and more worried. Pathetic, honestly, if he’s so worried, he shouldn’t have betrayed Bonten, that is such an easy rule. “Granted, I don’t know everything, can’t really bother with your sorry excuse for a life,” he shrugs and straightens up, the pliers in his hand remind him that he really doesn’t need to play mind games to get him to talk. But, well, Koko likes the diplomatic approach, it’s easier to hear shit when they don’t scream it through pain and tears.
“He didn’t do anything, he doesn’t know anything, it’s all me, please, Kokonoi-san, it’s all me,” he blabbers and blabbers, and maybe screaming and crying would not be such a bad thing. Koko snorts and plays with the pliers, he gradually comes to a conclusion that he might avoid dirtying his hands with blood today. Literally, it’s a bitch to get it from under the nails when it dries up, and not like there are any gloves for him to use.
“Oh, so he did all that for you? Admirable. Are you his little brother? Or maybe that ride or die friend?” Koko studies the face in front of him for a few moments. He has a weird deja vu feeling, looking into those angry eyes equally filled with rage and fear. But not for himself, this little rat is afraid for Kazuki. Ironic, this whole situation. Koko even pities this rat a bit, he himself remembers the feeling well, sitting all beaten up and tied to a chair while someone taunts you about him.
“None of the above?” Koko grins wider, watching how the panic rises in that teary gaze focused on him. “He’s not here yet, there’s still a way for your boy to avoid following you into the ground. I can help you with that,” he says with the most sincere and honest voice he can fake. Oh, how nice that sliver of hope looks, as nice as not having to wash away dried-out blood.
Koko hears how Ran and Rindou talk quality behind him and how Sanzu laughs at something they said. He knows they won’t intrude into his little charade even though none of them know what this whole thing is about. It’s not trust, they trust him as much as he trusts them, it’s boredom. They are, just as he is, suckers for some thrill. So, now that Koko is suddenly all pissed and actually participates in Sanzu’s favorite hobby, oh, they have a show.
“Please, he’s loyal to you, he never did anything that went against your interests, Kokonoi-san, please.” Oh, ironic, never did anything against Koko’s interests? So this whole thing is some desperate convulsions of a deadman in an attempt to save another deadman. Koko bends down again, looking at that beaten bloody face with enough scrutiny to make him shift uncomfortably under the gaze.
“He took something from me. That’s why I ordered to bring him here. Not really in my interest to take what’s mine away from me, now is it?” He smirks, watching how fear and panic rise in those teary eyes.
Koko tilts his head and studies that face again. If you take away all the blood and swollen bruises, he is kind of good-looking. But that neon-green buzzcut is truly hideous. God, and that is the reason Koko has to do all that? Kazuki has such a weird taste.
“It’s… he… he did that?” And he’s stupid too, god. What if Koko was lying? Well, Koko was lying, he has zero idea where that shithead Kazuki is. That’s why this little idiot could have played better and saved his precious boyfriend or whatever, but now… That didn’t leave Koko with some deja vu feeling, he never would have been this stupid same as Koko himself.
“Yep, you probably can guess what for? Or should I say who for?” Koko snorts as he stands straight once again, eyeing that sorry figure in front of him with enough pity to show his good intentions.
“I-I.. He… Please, he’s stupid, he didn’t mean that, I’ll do whatever you want, just, don’t touch him, he did it for me. I am the one responsible, he never betrayed you, I never told him any of it. He just… Fuck, Zuki, you fucking idiot,” he pleaded so earnestly, really, almost brought tears to Koko’s eyes.
Ah, young love. Too bad Koko has no sympathy for that shit. On the contrary, and he can admit that he’s being childish about it, but he finds some sort of sadistic pleasure in seeing this teary drama. That’s what you get for loving the wrong people, you don’t get a happy ending. If you want them alive, you leave them behind when you go doing shit like that. Koko would’ve shared that piece of advice, but too late for them.
“Tell me where he could’ve put what’s mine, let’s start from here,” Koko says simply with a shrug. The grey eyes look at him with that little sliver of hope once again, but it dies down right after.
“I don’t know… He has an apartment in Shibuya, but you know about it. He never told me about any other places,” he blabbers quietly. “But I- I can find out! I can call him! He’ll tell me, he will, I know!” his voice got louder by the end, the poor thing is so scared for his precious Kazuki. Koko just arches his eyebrow at that dramatic display.
“And buy you two plane tickets on top of it? I’m being nice here, don’t test my patience,” he deadpans and pointedly looks at the pliers in his hand.
“I’m sorry! I’m so sorry, Kokonoi-san, I didn’t mean it like that! Just… tell me what he took, maybe I’ll remember something, just, please, don’t do anything to him!” This little rat doesn’t learn, asking useless questions.
Unfortunately, Koko has to dirty his hands. Yuck, cutting off fingers, such a dirty job. Truly, Koko prefers shooting guns from far away, but today is just this kind of a day, the annoyingly pissy one.
“Where?” he asks as the screams die down and sighs as he notices a few drops of blood on the red sleeve of his changshan. It’s a rather expensive fine silk, there’s no way to wash it off. God, fucking idiots, so many problems.
“I don’t know! I really don’t! Any warehouse, any basement, he has access to all of the digital passwords, he could’ve used literally whatever!” the annoying rat pants out, eyes closed tightly with fresh tears streaming down. Just one little pinkie, why so dramatic, honestly.
“So, you’re useless, and I have to wait to get the answers out of him, that’s what you’re saying?” Koko asks lazily, twirling the pilers in his hand.
“No! Don’t do anything to him!” And another finger.
After the fourth one Koko has to fucking admit to himself that this little bitch truly knows shit. And that fucking means that the levels of irony are now over the roof. Koko looks at the bloody mess on the floor, looks at that shivering and panting useless idiot, and he can’t help but chuckle. What a fucking joke. Nine fucking years and Koko will go and do whatever is needed because of him.
“Sorry for intruding on your fun, Sanzu, you can take over,” Koko hands him the pliers as he walks past the trio. They all follow him with curious eyes, but Koko truly couldn’t care less.
He unlocks his phone, that damn picture is the first thing he sees. Nine fucking years, and he is still that same boy tied to a chair with the most important thing in his life being on the other side of the scales. How honestly to god ironic.
M K 3
Hey, boss, look who I found :) How about we trade?
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green stupid hair, right? we can trade, send the address.