ʀᴇɴᴇɢᴀᴅᴇ ᴅᴏᴡɴ (1x1 w/ Jikkah)

She was sprawled out on the couch, completely overstimulated and beyond spent. She didn’t think she’d be able to move let alone walk.
 
Akihime sat at a small diner, waiting for a new potential partner as she sipped on some coffee. She looked tired, and was arguably so - while being in a public place to make a deal was good for her safety, it also put her at risk. So, she didn't really sleep the night before.
 
Dmitri Morozov was the man she was meeting with; a small family name but they had some pretty big friends in some pretty high places. He had just succeeded his father as family head, and he was young and arrogant from what her sources said.
Yukimura stood just behind Akihime, waiting in a black suit and his hair down. He didn’t quite understand why Akihime would agree to seeing him, his demands sounded completely one-sided, but he simply chalked it up to Akihime extending a case of charity.
“Akihime, darling, you look beautiful as always~” A young man complimented as he sat down across from her- handsome with shoulder-length black hair and deep blue eyes, which happened to not be looking at her face as he greeted her. “I was so happy to hear you had agreed to meet with me~” He made himself comfortable, Yukimura scowling at him, wrinkling his nose in disgust at his actions.
 
“Great, great.” He leaned back in his chair a bit. “That’s exactly why I’m here- I just need your blessing to increase my buisiness, maybe look the other way every now and again on a few things. I’m willing to give you a cut even.”
 
“Of course honey, of course~ I’m willing to give you thirty-five percent, and throw in dinner at my house~” He offered with a smile, Yukimura reaching just about his limit.
“Watch your mouth.” He warned.
“Whoa, whoa- cool it Twilight, you should be outside anyway.” He muttered, pulling cigarettes from his jacket pocket.
 
"Ok," Akihime pushed her coffee aside and stood, "this was obviously a mistake. Thank you for this very brief interaction but we will not be dealing with each other, Dmitri. I wish you the best. Yukimura." She nodded to her second before heading to the door.
 
Yukimura was on Akihime’s heels in an instant, a soft scowl on his face, glad that they were leaving.
“Wh- Hey!” Dmitri stood quickly, looking confused and angry. “Where do you think you’re going? Don’t think that just because you're walking away means I won’t continue on with my business!” He sneered after her, reaching into his coat pocket.
“Should I kill him?” Yukimura asked, eyes on Akihime.
 
"Not yet. Not in front of these people." She replied softly before turning toward Dmitri as she pushed open the door,
"Please don't try anything so foolish, Yukimura here is more than just a handsome face."
 
The gun was already aimed at Akihime, and someone in the cafe audibly gasped. Yukimura turned and immediately spotted the weapon, quickly putting himself between Akihime and the gun as Dmitri fired.
Yukimura felt a piercing pain in his left shoulder, but pushed through the pain to act immediately. Drawing another gun seemed like a bad idea in such a small space, opting to instead rush Dmitri, getting in close before he could fire another round and punching him hard in the jaw. He gripped the pistol, forcing it to point at the floor as he easily disarmed Dmitri, dislocating his thumb and swiping the gun before striking him hard in the temple with the butt of the gun. Dmitri crumbled to the ground, holding his injured hand as he hit the ground.
 
"I see you're an even bigger idiot than I first thought." Akihime remarked as she walked over. She stopped beside Yukimura and frowned at the wound that slowly bloomed red with blood.
"Are you alright?"
 
He examined his shoulder with a groan. “Went through I think, but the suits ruined..” He grumbled, scowling at the hole that went through both the coat and shirt.
“Y-You bitch..!!” He sputtered, still dazed on the floor, cradling his dislocated thumb.
“Hey, I said watch your mouth!” Yukimura warned.
 
"We'll get you a new one." She told Yukimura before moving to Dmitri, "As for you," she stepped on his dislocated thumb with a scowl, "just because you're new money does not mean you can try and fuck over a Family head. You're lucky I don't have Yukimura bust your skull all over the floor."
 
He cried out in agony, squirming on the ground to try and get out from under her foot like a cockroach. He glared up at her through tears. “You can’t do this..! I won’t just roll over!”
 
Yukimura pulled his gun out from inside his coat, placing the weapon into Akihime’s hand, Dmitri watching nervously. “What are you doing..?”
 
"I'm making you roll over." She replied, leaning down and adding more pressure to his thumb before pressing the gun to his temple, "Do you believe in God, Dmitri?"
 
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