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[THIRD POV] 

Standing in front of Ushijima and (Y/N) were none other than the five wealthy men.

All alive. 

All breathing.

"Well well well," Ushijima got off of (Y/N), but he held onto her collar, bringing her up with him, "If it isn't the alliance..."

(Y/N) choked as Ushijima tightened his grip on her throat, it was enough for her to have a hard time breathing, but it wasn't enough to kill her. He didn't want her to run after them, as he would immediately get killed. 

Tetsurou pointed his gun at Ushijima, but he moved (Y/N) in front of him to shield him.

"Shit..." Tetsurou lowered his gun, gritting his teeth.

He couldn't risk shooting (Y/N).

Not his woman.

"You fucking coward," Kei yelled at Ushijima, "Using a woman as your protection."

"She's less than human, what's the difference?"

"Shut the fuck up."

Ushijima smirked. "You're all the weak ones."

"Doing all of this for a mere whore."

"What good will she bring you?"

"That's none of your fucking business," Keiji said, pointing his gun at Ushijima, even though he put (Y/N) in front of him, "You will do what we say, or you will pay the price."

"The price of my life I presume..."

(Y/N) felt weak, she was losing sight of everything, Ushijima's grip never left her throat. She was gasping for air little by little, and every time he tightened around her neck, she gasped more.

"Put (Y/N) down." Kenma ordered him.

"And if I don't?"

Bang.

Kenma shot Ushijima's foot.

"That's what happens."

Ushijima groaned, dropping (Y/N) onto the grass. She gasped for air as she hit the ground. 

Kenma automatically ran to her, coddling her face. She was tired, stressed, and full of tears, and Kenma felt so worried. His woman was being drained of her energy.

"K-Kenma!" she cried, jumping into his arms. She hugged him tight, smothering her face onto his clothes. He was struck with awe, but he nonetheless hugged her back tightly.

"(Y/N)," he said softly, "I'm so glad you're alive..."

She didn't say anything; she was busy crying. She missed Kenma. She missed looking into his golden cat-like eyes.

Kenma softly smiled to himself, happy that (Y/N) went into his arms. 

But Ushijima wasn't.

"You fucking piece of shit!" Ushijima drew a knife out of his pocket, pulling it up into the air and aiming for (Y/N).

But before the knife could make in contact with (Y/N)'s back, Kenma grasps his wrist, moving his head out of (Y/N)'s way and death-glaring at Ushijima.

"Don't fucking touch her."

Kenma twisted his wrist, causing Ushijima to feel even more pain as he felt his wrist break. Kenma then took the knife out of his hand and threw it away on the field. He picked (Y/N) up bridal style and walked towards the men.

All of them let out a breath of relief, as they saw (Y/N) safe in his arms. But (Y/N) was frustrated, sad, a mix of emotions that was pouring out of her eyes.

Her face was pressed against Kenma's chest, she could smell the faint cologne on it.

"Is she hurt?" Koutarou asks Kenma, which he shakes his head.

"She's just overwhelmed; she will be fine."

They nodded, and the five of them turn to Ushijima. His body was on the ground, and he was groaning as the pain filled his body. He had a broken wrist, a shot foot, and a shot hand.

"Should we kill him?"

"We would risk getting caught in a gang war," Keiji says; contradictory, he walks up to Ushijima's body, stepping on his chest with his million dollar shoes, "But I don't care."

"He put his filthy hands on my (Y/N), and he will pay for that."

Keiji took his gun out, cocking and aiming it at Ushijima's head.

"See you in hell, Ushijima Wakatoshi."

Bang.

But it wasn't Ushijima who got shot.

It was Keiji.

The loud echo of multiple gunshots piercing through Keiji made the four wealthy men and (Y/N) shocked.

Keiji was shot at the stomach.

By none other than Tendou Satori.

"Now now," Tendou said, blowing the steam off of his gun, "We can't have our leader dying off so easily."

"Especially if he's being killed by a mere co-leader." 

「❮ 𝓬𝓸𝓷𝓽𝓲𝓷𝓾𝓮...❯」

Keiji fell onto his knees, clutching his stomach. 

He was shot in the stomach by Tendou Satori.

But something didn't seem right to the other four men.

Keiji's gun dropped beside him, a metal clashing with the grass made a soft ding noise.

(Y/N)'s eyes widened; it was what she feared.

One of the men dying.

She got out of Kenma's arms, running to Keiji. 

"K-Keiji!" (Y/N) cried.

"(Y/N)!" the men yelled; they immediately ran to the two and took (Y/N) off of Keiji.

"Let me tend to him! Let me go!"

"Keiji will be fine," Kei grunted, trying to hold (Y/N) back, "Trust me, he-"

She escaped his grip, and she ran back to Keiji. Tears flowed out of her eyes as she looked at the man's face.

Keiji had a scrunched face up, his pain was clear to her. His hand hovered over his stomach, but he did nothing to stop the bleeding.

"You're going to be okay," she shakily says, eyeing his expression, "I-I swear..."

Keiji coughed some blood up, causing the tears to fall out of her eyes faster.

"I'm fine (Y/N)..." he said, trying to get up, "I-"

"Don't move too much!"

Keiji weakly lifted his arm up, showing (Y/N) his upper half; he raised his coat, showing (Y/N) a vest.

A bullet-proof vest.

She thanked the Gods that he was wearing something protective; but the bullets shot through it just a bit, causing some damage. 

"Keiji..." she cried, "You... you-"

"(Y/N)," Tetsurou lifted her up and placed her into his arms, "Keiji will be fine; the bullets barely grazed him."

"He just fell hard, that's all."

(Y/N) nodded, watching Kenma and Kei help Keiji up. 

He got back on his two feet, he was weak, but he was still breathing fine.

That made (Y/N) let out a sigh.

But then something alerted her. 

"T-Tendou!" 

The five men turned their attention to the redhead, he was only standing innocently over Ushijima's body.

Tetsurou immediately put (Y/N) down and put her behind him, shielding her with his body. The other four stood beside him, making sure no one else would try to threaten (Y/N).

"Calm down," Tendou said rather softly, "I ran out of bullets."

"That doesn't mean shit," Koutarou yelled at him, "You shot my best-friend."

"He was going to shoot Wakatoshi."

"He deserves to die," Kei says, "He's nothing but a liar, a sadist."

"Aren't you guys the same?"

Kei said nothing.

Tendou looked down at his feet, seeing Ushijima cough up some blood. He bent down, patting his chest.

"Yamagata died on field," Tendou tells him, "Reon died to a sniper."

"And Semi-semi got shot in the head."

"We have no other medic..."

"That is fine..." Ushijima weakly said, "But Satori..."

He hummed, Ushijima motioned for him to lean down.

The five men and (Y/N) stiffened when a sinful smirk appeared on Tendou's face. Tendou nodded, exchanging words with Ushijima before slowly raising up.

Kenma heard a slight tick, and his eyes widened when he realized what that sound was. 

"He's going to shoot!"

Bang.

Before Tendou could shoot the five men and (Y/N). 

His body fell onto the ground. A fresh bullet piercing his heart.

Tendou falls backwards on the ground with a small smile on his lips. He was indeed dead from the bullet, there was no way out of it. He could not be saved.

"Kill all six of them."

However, the five wealthy men weren't the people who died this day. Ushijima did not succeed in killing the men and (Y/N). 

Instead, his own men died.

Goshiki Tsutomu. Semi Eita. Tendou Satori. Ohira Reon. And Yamagata Hayato. 

The owner of the bullet was seen clearly by everyone; even Ushijima.

But out of all of them, (Y/N) was the most shocked.

Standing in the distance with a long sniper in his hand and a familiar curly black haired man was none other than the man who lost at the gamble that included (Y/N).

His dyed blonde hair was uncanny, his drowsy look was recognizable even at a glance.

"Looks like I got here right on time." Miya Atsumu said.

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DEATH LIST 
KAWANISHI TAICHI (SHI)
DAISHOU SUGURU (NOH)
OIKAWA TOORU (AOH)
GOSHIKI TSUTOMU (SHI)
SEMI EITA (SHI)
TENDOU SATORI (SHI)
OHIRA REON (SHI)
YAMAGATA HAYATO (SHI)

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「❮𝓽𝓸 𝓫𝓮 𝓬𝓸𝓷𝓽𝓲𝓷𝓾𝓮𝓭...❯」

Thank you guys for motivating me to publish this; it's because of YOU guys that I wanted to update instead of leaving you guys on suspense.

I'm just that cool of an author to whip up like 10k words in a day.

I hope one day like I'm walking down the street and some dude recognizes me and is like, "OMG! IT'S THAT AUTHOR WHO SPENDS HER LIFE WRITING FANFICTIONS ABOUT HER LOVE FOR 2-D MEN INSTEAD OF BEING A NORMAL PERSON AND GO OUT IN THE LIGHT!"

Yeah, that'd be nice.