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Mafia Todoroki PT 2

Synopsis: Todoroki Shoto works with his best friend to retrieve a stolen family heirloom. What better way to take back what belongs to him than to steal it back?

Pt 1, Pt 2, Pt 3, Pt 4, Pt 5

Pairings: Todoroki Shoto X OC [Haruki Yukine]

Warnings: swearing, threats, stealing, murder, violence, gore, weapons, character death, guns, daggers, blood,

Word Count: 5.1K

Yukine stared at the letter in her hands. Its golden cursive calligraphy stood out brilliantly against the pitch-black invitation card. Her eyes glossed over the text: "you have been invited to the Annual Elory Gala. Please arrive at your destination by 6 PM at the earliest. We look forward to your presence."

"We're going?" She asked as she stuffed the letter back into its white envelope. The letter was addressed to Enji, so word about his death hadn't got out yet.

Shoto nodded.

Yukine disappeared again only to reappear inside her own bedroom. She ran a nice hot bath for herself, tonight was going to be a big night she could feel it in her bones. There was no telling what would happen but she deserved to pamper herself before tonight. She may be the greatest assassin but she was still a girl who liked to take care of herself. Yukine would always tell herself: "a well-oiled machine runs smoothly."

She sank down inside the tub, water sloshed around before it stilled around her. Yukine submerged herself in the tub feeling herself go numb under the surface, the water blocked her hearing and sight. It was something she hated, it made her vulnerable and Yukine was always on guard -- even in her sleep.

Even in the tub she had two Chinese ring daggers hanging from the faucet. She broke the surface after some seconds had passed, the growing feeling of unease had brought her back up. There wasn't any threat but being underwater dulled her senses and made her uncomfortable.

Yukine finished with her bath as she usually would. Carrying her daggers with her, Yukine walked out of the bathroom in a towel wrapped around her body. Her wet hair left a trail of water behind her. She switched from a towel to a white comfortable bathrobe just before Shoto threw her bedroom doors open and walked in.

He always had impeccable timing, usually in the best way possible but right now wasn't a good example of that. He wore a classic black suit with a matching black tie around his neck.

"You still haven't told me why we're going." Yukine pulled open her closet doors and began browsing through her formal dresses. She had all sorts of clothes for every sort of event imaginable but sports and tight clothes dominated her closet because they were the best for missions.

She had fewer girly clothes but they were there for times exactly like this one.

"Remember that sapphire necklace mom used to tell us stories about?" He took a seat on the edge of her bed.

"The one stolen thirty years ago?" Yukine tossed a silver dress over her shoulder and onto the floor.

It was a necklace passed down through the Todoroki family for the men to give to the women in their lives as a sign of loyalty and eternal love. The sapphire was crystal blue like the ocean and it was said that it symbolized man's love, deep like the ocean itself. But thirty years ago, before Enji was set to marry Rei, the necklace went missing. It was stolen and Enji's parents said that was the reason their family fell apart. The loss of the necklace placed a curse on the family and it would only be lifted when the necklace was in its rightful owner's possession.

"Yeah. The one thing father could never accomplish. It's going to be there at the museum on display." Yukine turned to Shoto holding up two dresses: a black and a red one. He instantly pointed to the red one.

Yukine shoved the other dress back into her closet. "You know they won't just let us take it back." She shut the closet behind her and slipped back into the bathroom.

"It was stolen from us so naturally; we're going to steal it back. It's our family relic, an heirloom. It belongs to us." Normally they wouldn't resort to petty crimes like stealing but when a family relic was on display, they had to get it back. Shoto wanted to do the one thing his old man could never do. It would prove to him and the rest of his family that he was indeed much better than Enji ever was.

Yukine emerged from the bathroom in a red satin dress that stuck to the sides of her body. It went down her hips smoothly and then dispersed into frills near her feet. A long slit slid up the side of her right leg.

"You'll eliminate the target." Shoto stood behind her. Yukine looked back at him through the mirror of her vanity as she applied a matching red lipstick to her lips.

"Of course. Who is the target?" Shoto handed her a brown paper envelope which she assumed had all the information she needed about the target.

Impatient, Yukine tore open the top of the envelope. A paper fell out along with a headshot of her target. Yamasaki Noboru, a billionaire obsessed with stealing priceless items for his own personal collection. Yukine slipped her feet into a pair of red pumps while her eyes scanned the documents. Shoto was always good at research, his methods involved an extensive deep dive into the person's life-- anything uploaded on the internet was at his fingertips. While Yukine's research involved infield action and stalking.

The one thing Yukine didn't like about fitted dresses like the one she wore at the moment was the fact that there was never enough room to store weapons. Though she could work with the little space she had. Now all she had to do was accessorize and she was already.

The duo left the manor and slipped inside a sleek matte black Mercedes Benz. With black tinted windows that made it impossible to peer inside. Shoto drove off into the night with Yukine in the front seat.

They arrived at a large mansion, according to the invitation there would be a museum inside which would hold all sorts of relics and priceless items. The spotlights rotated on the ground and cast long beams of white into the dark sky. Shoto opened the car door for Yukine and extended his arm out to her. Her hand hooked around his before a valet driver took off with their car.

At the entrance the double white doors had been drawn open as men and women swarmed inside. Butlers stood at the front door bowing as the guests entered the house. A red velvet carpet welcomes them, the whole place felt like a royal's home and could have easily been mistaken for a palace.

The giant chandeliers dangling above their heads dispersed light throughout the room. White statues had been erected, some were full body ones and some finished at the bust but no two statues were the same. Each was more unique and intricately crafted than the last. To match with the stunning statues were giant paintings hung around in the mansion. Beautiful portraits of old villages, men, women and children as well as scenery.

A sleazy looking man approached them; his cheeks tinted a slight shade of pink. He must have gotten a head start with the drinks. He squinted at Shoto, "huh? You're not Todoroki Enji."

Shoto's lips had been pressed into a fine line at the mention of his father's name. "My ol- I mean. My father passed away last week. A shame really, I still had so much to learn from him. I'm Todoroki Shoto by the way." He extended his free hand to the man.

The stranger gave Shoto's hand a firm damp shake. His hand returned to his side and Shoto discreetly wiped off what felt like sweat on the side of his dress pants. The stranger's gaze shifted to Yukine scanning her from head to toe. She maintained a calm expressionless face under his perverse gaze.

"And who is this? What a pretty little thing you are." He grinned showcasing yellow stained teeth.

"This is my date, Haruki Yukine."

"Maybe we could share, hmm?" His hand picked up a long strand of her white hair and twirled it around his finger. Shoto pushed her behind him.

"She's a bit shy." Yukine instantly averted her gaze from the man. Her eyes glued to the red carpet beneath her feet. Yukine has had to play many roles over the years as part of her missions and if Shoto wanted her to play the part of the shy girlfriend then that's what she would do, even though her fingers were itching to slit his throat open in front of everyone. Yukine's arm righted around Shoto's and she tugged on the side of his suit hiding half her body behind his for good measure. It had to be a convincing performance and Yukine was a marvelous actress.

"The best ones always are." He smirked, sending Yukine a not-so-subtle wink before he stumbled away from them.

"I feel gross." She stared at the silver snake bracelet curving around her wrist with red rubies for eyes. The same place that man had brushed her skin with his.

"Let's split up and look for the display. One of us has to find it." Yukine nodded and the pair split up, each walking in different directions. Yukine took the east wing and Shoto took the west.

It took her a couple of minutes to find her way around the house. Guests would interrupt her search, men flirted shamelessly with her and women wanted to chat her up trying to ask about her expensive looking accessories.

In order to avoid unnecessary distractions Yukine ducked inside the nearest room. She shut the door behind her, her heels clicked over black tiles as she found herself inside a bathroom. Not just any bathroom but the men's bathroom. To make matters worse, the sound of a flush alerted her and out of the nearest stall walked the same sleazy looking man who had tried to hit on her. He wiped the corner of his mouth, Yukine suspected he had been emptying his guts with all that alcohol he had drunk.

The man stared at her from the mirror and before Yukine could turn around to leave he had her pressed up against the wall, his disgusting face lowered down to her neck. But she still had to play the role of the shy lost girlfriend to divert attention away from her. "We meet again, doll."

'Doll?' That pissed her off.

"Say, Haruki, was it? Tell me what you want to do with me?" She could hear the amusement in his voice. He was thoroughly enjoying his time with her but enough was enough. Yukine's hand slowly reached under the slit of her dress. This man had caused enough problems tonight.

"Well, if you want to know so badly, I'll tell you." She said barely above a whisper "I want to spill your guts." She drove her dagger home into his chest. It was now her turn to stare at the man with amusement in her eyes.

Yukine stared at her dagger debating if she should take it. "You know what, you keep that. Probably contaminated that shit anyway." She peered outside the bathroom and then snuck off into the other side of the room blending within the crowd.

Soon enough after some more aimless wandering Yukine stumbled upon the display room. She walked past glass cases with red velvet ropes surrounding them. There were so many priceless items on display: books, earrings, rings, necklaces, precious gems but none of them showed what she was looking for. There was no sapphire necklace.

Was it all a lie? Or was there another display room? If so, how many? Did Shoto find one? She wondered if he had better luck than her.

As soon as she turned around a corner a hand grabbed her arm and pulled her away. On instinct, she whipped out the first dagger which happened to be a Chinese ring dagger. She pressed the blade against her assailant's throat.

"Relax. It's just me." It was Shoto. She sighed and sheathed her dagger again.

"Don't grab me like that. Did you find anything?" Shoto shook his head.

"Looks like we're going to have to take matters into our own hands."

"I hope you mean what I think you mean."

"Of course. Let the hunt begin."

They walked back into the room getting lost in the crowd immediately. Yukine being much smaller than Shoto was forced to hang onto him so as to not get swept away in the crowd. Their eyes scanned every face in the crowd looking for their target.

A hearty laugh caught their attention and they pushed through the people until they found their way through. A small crowd had gathered around the grand piano and Shoto could see the head of a man holding a champagne glass and laughing along with his guest.

Shoto grabbed Yukine and pulled him with her towards the crowd. He pushed through however his grip on Yukine only tightened. Finally, they made it to the front, now that they could get a good look at him it was certain that was their target. Yamasaki Noboru.

Yukine took the lead this time. She walked over to Yamasaki's side and whispered in his ear something that made his eyes go wide for a moment. He stood up. "All right, everyone I have some business matters to tend to. Enjoy the rest of the party, I will join you all shortly."

She followed Yamasaki as the crowd began to disperse. Shoto accompanied her to a different room. The door shut itself behind them.

"Now where was this thief you saw earlier?" Yamasaki sat in his chair and turned around just as Shoto pulled out his gun.

"Right in front of me." His finger hovered over the trigger as he cocked the safety off his gun. He pointed it at Yamasaki. What they hadn't accounted for was the two guards in the room. This must be his office. Both his guards pulled out their own handguns and directed them at Shoto

Yukine, ever so prepared for any situation, pulled out two of her own guns. One she'd hidden in her garter and the other which had been wedged inside her clutch-- long discarded. She pointed both guns at each security guard on opposite sides of the room with a straight face.

"Now. Now. Let's be civil. We can have a normal conversation." Yamasaki said with Shoto's gun still pointed at him.

"You must really underestimate the mafia." He pressed his gun against the man's forehead. "If your men try to shoot me, Yuki will kill them before my body can even hit the ground."

He wasn't lying. Yukine still had a firm grip on both guns pointed away from herself. "Put your guns away." Yamasaki demanded.

"You first. I don't think you're in the position to make demands here."

Yamasaki raised one hand and the guards hesitantly lowered their weapons. Yukine eyed them as they slowly put their guns back inside their holders. "Now, you tell your little lap dog to stand down."

Shoto's eyes narrowed at the name but nevertheless he complied. "Yuki."

"Yes, sir." Yukine immediately lowered both guns to her sides. He too lowered his own gun.

"Now. How can I help you?" He gave them his best smile. "I assume you're searching for your necklace. A blue sapphire, like her eyes." He gestured to Yukine.

Yamasaki's hand began to wander down the side of his table. His fingers brushed against the metallic handle on his drawer and he discreetly pulled it open while maintaining eye contact with them.

Yukine always had strong instincts and she trusted her gut no matter what. Especially when it came to danger. Dread clawed at her mind and Yukine saw a tiny shift in Yamasaki's weight, anyone else would have missed it. Yukine abandoned her guns and sprinted towards Shoto.

It seemed like time had slowed down. Yamasaki pulled out his gun just as Yukine knocked Shoto and herself down. Her body pinned his to the ground as Yamasaki fired a single bullet. The bullet soared through the air and hit an unsuspecting guard in his head when he tried to look for his boss.

Yamasaki's jaw tightened as Shoto scrambled to the side. He flipped the nearest table onto its side and pulled Yukine towards him. They hid behind the wooden table as Yamasaki continued missing shot after shot. He may have a hobby collecting priceless items but he clearly had no clue how to use them.

Once the firing stopped, Yukine figured he had run out of bullets and was busy reloading. This was their chance. Yukine's snake bracelet slipped off her wrist and with a solid jerk it converted into a metal staff with the snake's head pointed in the air.

She sprinted out from her hiding place, she swung her staff at the guard and watched him fall. Yukine held him down by her foot. A quick push on the snake's ruby eyes converted its tail into a sharp dagger. The staff rose into the air and she brought the dagger down on the man below her multiple times until blood pooled around her heels.

Unaware of the gun following her, Yukine continued to fight off the other guard. Shoto covered her back, he brought the butt of his gun down on Yamasaki's head and watched him crumple to the ground. He couldn't kill him, not yet. Not until he got what he came here for.

The guard grabbed at her dress. 'Damn dress!' Yukine used her dagger to cut herself free. Although she had to sacrifice a stunning red dress, she was finally free. With the dress gone she was left in a black bustier with black fishnet stockings and a black suspender belt attached to her garters.

Yukine was very confident in her body so being exposed like this did not faze her, she wouldn't let this get in the way of her mission. In fact, she could use it to her advantage seeing as the guard had instantly averted his gaze. Now that her dress was gone, she had much easier access to her personal arsenal.

Shoto had tied up Yamasaki to his chair and waited for him to regain consciousness. By the time he did Yukine had slit his guard's throat open before his eyes. Shoto's hand prevented him from screaming, he then shoved a sock, he pulled off one of the dead guard's feet, in the man's mouth.

"Now. You will tell me what I want to know." Shoto leaned away from the older man. "Where is the necklace? It belongs to us." He saw the man lift a trembling hand and point at the door and then to the left.

Shoto nodded at Yukine telling her to go and retrieve the necklace. Yukine left the room with people gasping at her, the good thing was that she was so fast she didn't have time to listen to them.

She stumbled upon a dark room with a safe embedded in the wall. Yukine pressed her ear against the safe and pulled out her dagger. With the blade wedged in between the lock and the safe's door she focused intently on the sounds of the lock. Her concentration was so strong that she didn't hear someone sneak up behind her.

Yukine returned to the room. "Back so soon?" Shoto asked but he didn't get any response. He turned to see a man had her in a headlock with a feral grin on his face.

Shoto however looked completely unimpressed. "It's like you want me to blow his brains out." He sighed and pressed the gun's nozzle against Yamasaki's temple. Sweat trickled down the side of his face as he shook his head, the gag muffled his pleas.

"I have your lap dog. You can't hurt my boss." Yukine struggled in his hold while the man's grin spread further.

"See that's where you're wrong." Shoto's lips were pressed into a thin unamused line. "You don't have her, she has you. Yuki, you can stop playing with him. Finish him off quickly."

Yukine stopped struggling. "Understood." Yukine lifted her foot and brought the heel down on the man's toes. He let out an ungodly scream as he grabbed his foot hopping about on one leg. Yukine's elbow connected with his face and she heard his nose break with a loud crack.

Blood gushed out of his nose; his hand clamped over the wound. "You little bitch! You fight like a girl."

"Again? You people use the same insults a lot." Yukine unsheathed a dagger from her garter. She kicked the man's chest and watched him fall onto his back. Yukine straddled his legs with her dagger raised above her head. "Maybe if you trained harder you could fight like a girl too."

She buried the dagger in his chest and ripped it out before doing the same to his stomach and both sides of his body. In a few seconds he would bleed to death. Yukine wiped her blood-stained hands on her garter but that only spread the stain, her legs had splotches of blood on them too.

Yukine maneuvered herself through the room and ended up behind the chair with Yamasaki tied to it. She held a black Chinese ring dagger to his neck; its blade pricked his skin and a thin line of blood trickled down his neck. "Tell us where the necklace is."

Shoto held him at gunpoint and Yukine at knifepoint. "I'm losing patience." Shoto glared at the tied-up man. He began to pathetically mumble under the stuffed sock until Shoto removed it.

"Please, don't do this. I'll…." Annoyed with his pathetic begging and pleading, Shoto stuffed the sock back in his mouth. He lowered the gun and turned to Yukine. "Kill him."

Tears flowed freely down his face as Yamasaki shook his head wildly, his eyes begging Yukine to spare him but she didn't know remorse. Yukine picked up her staff along the way and lifted it over her head. Yamasaki turned to Shoto making muffled sounds at him.

"Wait, Yuki." She froze in place. Shoto swiftly removed the gag and Yamasaki spewed out, "I'll take you to it."

Shoto agreed to his proposal but he sensed Yamasaki's ulterior motives. He suspected the man saw him as inexperienced because of how young he was. But Shoto knew what he was thinking. In the meantime, Yukine had taken a liking to a special antique weapon hanging on the wall. She examined its settings and plucked it off the wall.

He hauled Yamasaki to his feet and pulled him along with them. Shoto had the man in a firm headlock with a gun pressed to his head. Yukine led the way with her staff in hand and a weapon in the other. As soon as they entered the main guest room, Shoto extended his hand to the sky and he fired off a gunshot.

The bullet shot through the glass windowed roof and the crowd broke out into gasps and screams as they lowered themselves against the ground. The men hugged their women close, trying to protect them. Their eyes fell upon the bloodied girl and in an instant, they knew she was dangerous.

"Nobody move!" Was all Yukine said, she waved the weapon around in case someone dared to stand up. And someone did, a middle-aged looking man with graying hair stood up to her. Without hesitation Yukine lifted her new weapon, an antique crossbow, aimed at the old man.

The arrow whizzed through the air and pieced the man's shoulder. With a pained groan he clutched his shoulder and fell back down. People surrounding him immediately tried to staunch the bleeding.

Shoto hissed in Yamasaki's ear. "Show us the way." He lifted a trembling finger and Yukine led the way with Shoto closely behind lugging his hostage with him.

Yamasaki led them to a dark room with red laser beams spread across the room. In the center of it all was a large glass case protected by velvet ropes. Shoto left their hostage with Yukine as he went to disable the security system.

Yukine stood with her crossbow pointed at the man. "Make one move and I'll be sure to shoot between your eyes." She spoke robotically.

"Yuki." Shoto pointed at the glass case. She nodded once and sent her staff with its dagger extended flying through the air. It shattered the case as soon as it landed and Shoto was free to extract the necklace.

"Got it." He held the sapphire necklace in his hands. Yukine dropped the crossbow and Yamasaki took this as a sign that he was free. Shoto already knew he was going to run but he was one step ahead of him and Yukine followed Shoto's orders.

She removed a dagger from her garter and flung it at Yamasaki's retreating figure. The poison laced blade dug into his back and he slumped forward. Rule number one of the Todoroki mafia: "leave no witnesses."

Shoto intended to give this back to his mother. They exited the mansion in a hurry but not before Yukine disposed of any butlers who stood in her way. Even the valet driver wasn't spared, he lay on the side of the road bleeding from his neck and stomach. Shoto got inside the car with Yukine and they drove off.

Once they were a safe distance away, Shoto pulled out a black device. Upon closer inspection it turned out to be a remote controller and with one push of a button the mansion they had spent the night at was blown to smithereens, its white walls engulfed in flames.

On the drive back Shoto couldn't stop thinking about the words they used for Yukine. Lap dog. It was true that she stayed by his side all the time but she was her own person or so Shoto thought. But then he realized something, Yukine always referred to him as "sir," and always said yes to him. In fact, he couldn't remember the last time she'd ever told him “No."

Shoto had successfully returned the necklace to Rei. She was glad the necklace was back in the family's possession the way it had been years ago. He quickly returned to his bedroom, changing into more comfortable clothes. But all the while he couldn't stop thinking about Yukine.

Did she really have no will? She'd always obeyed his orders? Whatever he wanted she gave it to him? Whether it was a target he wanted eliminated or just someone to spend time with, she never hesitated to fulfill his wishes. And it bothered him. Even when he called for her, she instantly appeared as if she was lurking in the shadows behind him.

It was ironic really. Yukine, an assassin who always lurked in the shadows but also lived in Shoto's shadow while he basked in the power and light. When did it happen? When did they stop acting like best friends and more like boss and assistant? He couldn't remember the last time she ever used his name.

"Yuki?" Shoto called out.

Yukine stood in the door frame leaning against the wood. "You called?"

"Sit." He gestured to the spot next to him on the bed. Yukine soundlessly moved across the room and took a seat. As an assassin the first thing she learned how to do was move with complete silence. Her feet were light and made no sounds. Her body didn't push the bed down, it was like she was a ghost but she was very real.

Shoto had to test his theory. Would Yukine ever say "no" to him? Without warning, his hand sat on top of hers and he leaned in close to her face. His lips brushed hers but Yukine sat perfectly still, she didn't flinch, didn't move away or try to push him away like he thought she would. Like she should have.

He quickly pulled away hoping to see something on her face. He didn't know what he expected to see. Maybe shock? Wide eyes or a bright pink shade dusting her cheeks. But he got none of that, Yukine sat next to him with the same cold neutral look she had perfected. He let out an annoyed sigh.

"You never say "no." Why? Didn't you hear what they were calling you?" Shoto turned to her.

"Yes, sir." There it was again. That stiff boring "yes sir."

"Stop it." Overcome with frustration, Shoto grabbed her shoulders but Yukine's expression still didn't change. "We're supposed to be best friends. We were best friends before we became boss and assassin."

"I exist to serve you. I follow your orders, no matter what they are." Yukine robotically answered.

"No. You're your own person. You can say "no" to me. I'm not my father. It won't kill you." He pulled her into a hug, his arms tightened around her.

Shoto knew it wasn't her fault, it was his bastard of a father's fault. He raised her like this, to be obedient and well a robot. Even though he was dead, Yukine was still under his control and she would never be truly free of that old man until she learned to be human again.

When was the last time she'd been hugged? Yukine couldn't remember. She couldn't remember when she turned into this killing machine. This weapon. Or when she stopped calling Shoto by his name.

"I want you to use my name again." Shoto whispered under his breath. Yukine nodded, her arms slowly traveled up his body. One around his waist and the other in his hair. It was soft, she didn't know it was so soft.

"I'm sorry, sir." Yukine caught her mistake quickly. She'd never broken an order but this wasn't an order. It was a request from one friend to another. "I mean Shoto."

It definitely felt a little weird calling him by his name. "Stay with me tonight." He still didn't let go of her.

"Yes, Shoto." They got under the covers with Yukine pressed against Shoto's body. He thought she'd say no but of course she'd say yes. Well at least she started using his name again. Soon he'd get her to say no occasionally, baby steps.

"You did well." He stroked the top of her head. Enji never praised her, never said she was doing well or even acknowledged her efforts. So, he'd praise her because he wasn't his father. That man was gone and soon he'd free Yukine from his ghost. "Goodnight, Yuki."

"Goodnight, Shoto."

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