#ex-cia katsuki

[kacchansass]

une balle un mort - prologue

Midoriya Izuku was raised by the Yuuei Institute to be the perfect assassin: unfeeling and obeying. Brainwashed from age 4, he bent to every whim and desire his senseis wished, until the facade placed on him began to crack and shatter. Now, 20 years later, he's on a mission to destroy the people that destroyed him, so nobody ever has to suffer at their hands again--but doing so requires the help of a childhood friend turned CIA rival.

Pairing: Midoriya Izuku/Bakugou Katsuki

Rating: M

Warnings: Minor Character Death (!!), Assassination, Guns

based off of this post made by @ukiinas!

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High priority target, security on high alert. Four on the ground, three on the target rooftop, two on the neighbouring ones.

 Izuku watches as the crowd gathered in the plaza a few buildings over grows restless at having to wait so long for their Symbol of Peace to take the stand. He watches the men clad in black as they pace the top of the buildings closest to where the event was taking place.

  Ground security is highly trained, but they shouldn't be a problem. Target will be dead before they arrive. Roof security is significantly weaker. Just regular event security guards and not trained professionals. Too easy.

 Izuku returns back inside the building and enters the hideout room his partner was set up in. Kyouka keeps her eyes set on the CCTV monitors throughout the area, as well as the hidden cameras set up long before the event. She makes no acknowledgement of his arrival, silently handing him the ammo pack he'd left on the table next to her.

 "Don't disable the security channels until I give the go ahead."

 "I know what I'm doing, Deku. Be careful this time. There's no backup here that can save you if you get into trouble." Kyouka warns, eyes flitting to him briefly before returning to the screens.

 Izuku nods, loading up the cartridge into the rifle and equipping all the gear he'd brought along without leaving a single piece behind. If everything went according to plan, or even if it didn't , they'll need to make a quick escape so as not to get caught. He gives Kyouka a quick farewell as he leaves, taking in a deep breath before climbing out onto the fire escape. He has five minutes to make it past the four buildings separating him and his prime location. Izuku closes the distance with a minute to spare and lies in wait amongst the shadows of the alleyway for his cue. The crowd gathered in the plaza begins an uproar as a figure makes their appearance on stage.

 "Now, Kyouka."

 He shoots his grappling hook onto the edge of the building, steeling himself for what's about to come next. The guards thankfully don't notice his silent arrival, though a small part of him wishes they did. It's been a long time since something interesting happened on the job.

 Izuku slinks behind the door to the roof, easily catching a passing guard and stifling his cries for help. He knocks the man out cold with an apology, waiting for the next one.

 "Did you hear that?" The larger of the guards asks.

 "Hear what? I can't hear a damn thing over the ruckus below." The smaller one answers with a scoff.

 The larger man grunts in suspicion, making his way over to where Izuku is hiding. As soon as he's close enough, Izuku comes out with a swift swing from his right hand to knock the man off his feet.

 "Sorry about this." He says, averting his eyes as he bashes the butt of his rifle against the man's head. He needs to be sure his work won't be interrupted anytime soon, and this was the one of the three that posed the biggest threat to his mission.

 The last security guard turns and spies Izuku, swiftly drawing his pistol. "You're not supposed to be here."

 Izuku chuckles under his breath at how hard the man is trying to keep his calm composure. Must be a rookie.

 "Come out where I can see you." The man demands, voice betraying his words as they crack.

 Izuku tosses a metal can to the opposite side of the roof to divert the guard's attention. He slips out of his hiding spot and makes a quick run for the man, easily kicking the gun from his trembling hand.

 "You're gonna want to put some ice on this." Izuku says apologetically and hits the man hard enough to hear his nose crack. He drags the man over to join the other two, binding them together with his capture tape and taping their mouths shut. Consider it insurance on his part.

    Katsuki hadn’t planned on working tonight. All he wanted to do was enjoy a nice night out and watch All Might speak about fighting against the injustice in the world. Not that he particularly cared about his message or anything, but the guy had charisma and was quite the sight to watch.

 All Might had just taken the stand when he noticed one of the stage guards shift minutely behind the Symbol of Peace and glance at the rooftops. Katsuki sucks in an annoyed breath, doing a quick once over towards the roof the bodyguard had looked at. His eyebrows knit together in suspicion. If he recalled the details about this security job that Kirishima was supposed to be working ground security on, there were supposed to be five rooftop guards on-alert for snipers.

 Wait. On guard for snipers . There were plenty of amateur snipers that had attempted to take down All Might before, sure, but they were easily subdued before they’d even gotten to a good spot. If this was the guy he thought it was, there’s no way the average security bozos up top would be able to stop him.

 Katsuki grits his teeth in annoyance as he pushes his way through the crowd and towards the guard-less building to start scaling the side of it.

    Izuku shoots his grappling hook into the brick of the chimney, pulling once on it to check it was tight before wrapping it around his leg. He takes a steadying breath in before jumping off the edge, soundlessly stopping his descent so he could get in position. He flicks his visor on, keeping tabs on the six cameras that adorn both sides of his vision. Mei was a genius inventor all around, but none of her inventions ever compared to this headpiece, in his opinion.

 Izuku zooms in on his scope, clicking one of the back buttons on his visor to activate the recon nodes set-up around the event so he could get an infrared view of the scene. He hovers his crosshair over All Might’s head, slowly moving his finger towards the trigger.

  Deep breath. In, out. Keep your hand steady, don't take your eyes off the target even for a second.

 “Well if it isn’t Deku . I haven’t seen you in a few months, shit for brains.” A rough voice calls out from the window beside him. A small smirk pulls at the corner of his lips.

 Bakugou Katsuki. Izuku hasn’t seen him since his last big target hit was some political hot shot. He’d barely gotten away from the hot head’s grasp thanks to his partner, Tokoyami, being there and subduing him long enough for him to escape and get the shot off on their target. Katsuki was a wild card, a well-trained fighter that was molded into the monster he is today by a twisted sense of wanting to be the best, intense training, and a partnership with the American CIA. Katsuki has always made Izuku’s life a living hell, always one-upping him and thwarting all his missions in U.S. soil up until a few years ago when Izuku finally finished his analysis on the other.

 Katsuki showing up was unexpected, but very much so welcome. It would appear he’d be getting the excitement he’d been looking for after all.

 Izuku hits the release on his grappling hook, swinging into the window and crashing through it. Unlike his chaser, he’d studied the floor plan of this building meticulously. The window Katsuki stood in was for a small hotel room, while the one he’d crashed through was one that had a small waiting area just off the entrance to the stair case. Katsuki easily has twice his speed, and Katsuki knows it. He needs to act fast lest he get caught.

 Izuku shoots his grappling hook onto the banister of the top floor and pulls up, setting his gun to autofire as he sets off with a kick on his way up. Katsuki manages to dodge the flurry of bullets as he chases him up the stairs, which Izuku was expecting. It’s not like he was particularly aiming at the other after all. He doesn’t want to kill anyone that doesn’t need to be killed.

 “You’re not fucking getting away from me that easily!” Katsuki growls behind him, footsteps thundering through the hall.

 He makes his break for the window, opened beforehand in-case he’d had to make an escape such as this, and makes a leap into the air. His grappling hook sails through the night sky and pulls him up to the neighbouring roof. Izuku spares no glance backwards as he knocks out a stunned guard with the force of his jump, using his foot to push the man’s head onto the ground to keep him knocked out as he lands. He makes a leap to the next roof, sweeping the last security guard’s feet out from under him. The man hits his head on the edge of a metal barrel on his descent down, much to his luck, so he doesn’t spare another second on them as he sends a few shots behind him at Katsuki to try and buy himself some more time.

 The comm of his headpiece crackles in his ear as Kyouka’s voice cuts through clear as day. “Katsuki had a private channel with one of the stage guards. They’re aware of your presence on the roof and are escorting the target back to the car. You have a three minute window.”

 Izuku growls as he jumps to the next roof, placing a small canister of sleeping gas on one of the boxes he passes by and leaps to the next one. He needs a plan and fast.

 Laughter rings out behind him as the glass of his canister shatters, dispersing the gas into the air behind him. He knew Katsuki wasn’t stupid enough to blindly chase him without watching his surroundings, but he needed time to think. He just needed a few more--

 “Are you underestimating me? I guess I’ll just have to beat another lesson into your scrawny ass.” Katsuki yells.

 Izuku glances very briefly at the camera on the right of his visor to watch for Katsuki’s wind up of a grenade toss. Knowing him it should be... now .

 Izuku turns around in an instant, crosshair already trained on the small projectile and firing a perfect shot into it, setting the grenade off and sending both of them into the air. The blowback was stronger than he was expecting, but all is not lost.

 He’s hit mid-air shots before, is actually quite renowned for them, but isn’t sure he can make this one. All the others required exact timing and precision, heavily pre-meditated beforehand. He only has this one shot here and now otherwise this hit is a bust, so he’s out of options.

 The target’s head lies directly behind his chaser. Izuku takes in a deep breath and aims directly at Katsuki's heart. He has no intention of pulling the trigger on him however, and, as expected, Katsuki curls inwards to dodge the bullet. As the shot sails through the air, Izuku pulls his gun lower to brace himself for the impact of landing, followed very closely by Katsuki who lands with a growl.

 He watches as Katsuki does a quick pat down to check for blood and scrapes. The man laughs maniacally at him when he doesn't find any bullet wounds. "You fucking missed."

 Izuku turns his back to the other, prepping his grappling hook for his departure. In the distance, he can hear the terrified and panicked screams of the crowd as their Symbol of Peace lays dead on the ground just mere inches from the door to his car, bullet passed cleanly through his forehead.

 "No, I didn't."

    Let’s play cops and robbers! You can be the robber, and I’ll be the cop!

  Why are you always the cop, Kacchan? I don’t mind being the robber, but I just wanna know.

  Because I’m going to be a hero! Someone who saves people! So I gotta get practice in now so I can be the best at what I do when I’m all grown up.

  You can practice with me all the time then! I’ll be the criminal for you to track down!

  You’ll never beat me though, because the good guys always win in the end, and I’m the good guy.

 Izuku shakes his head as the memory replays over and over in his mind as he disassembles his rifle to clean. Every time he ran into Katsuki, some sort of memory from when he was four, before all the brainwashing began, filters through his mind. Times when he was only being trained physically, when he could run free and feel the sun on his skin. He shivers at the memory, placing a hand on his cold and pale skin as if he could still feel the warmth of those days.

  Stop looking out the window, Midoriya, and focus. You want to be the best, don’t you?

  I want to see my friends.

  You don’t have friends, Midoriya. They’re just using you so they can get to us. Don’t trust them.

  But Kaccha--

  No, Midoriya. You’re not going to see this “Kacchan” again. Do you understand?

  Yes sir.

  You’re a soldier now, and your duty is here.

  Yes sir.

 Katsuki used to be his best friend. Yuuei ripped that away from him, and as more time passes it becomes more and more clear that he may never get to have Katsuki as a friend again. Not since Katsuki got picked up by the CIA due to his ties with Deku . He tries to cling onto hope that one day they might become close once again, perhaps he’s even been a little sloppy during his last missions to give the other breadcrumbs on where to find him so they can talk, but what little hope he has diminishes day by day.

  Are you ready for your first mission, Deku?

  Yes sir.

  Your first target is the someone the CIA has been grooming to work for them. He’s got a lot of talent but is too much of a wild card for us to take him in. We can’t have someone so strong working against us, so he needs to be taken out. Can you do that for us?

  Yes sir.

  That’s our good boy. Go make us proud.

  Yes sir.

 Izuku sets aside the main body of the gun to pick up the sniping barrel, wiping it down inside and out mindlessly.

 “Funds have been transferred. Shigaraki thanks you for your assistance.” Momo remarks as she enters the room, reading glasses slipping down her nose as she stares at the tablet in front of her.

 Izuku makes a grunt of acknowledgement. “Anything else of note?”

 “We got a hit on the company you asked us to monitor. The head of the corporation is looking for a new secretary. Interviews start in two weeks from today.”

 He pauses his ministrations and sets the gun down on the table before him, turning to stare out the window and watch as the cars pass by in a blur. “Get Uraraka on the line and tell her she has to be ready to head out for pick-up by tomorrow. The sooner we can bring him in, the better.”

[xyloophones]

I am v sorry I’m sending in two but I just saw “I’m alive… I can tell because of the pain.” and I can’t stop laughing bc tmfu au om g??? (Said between either two of the four idiots or one of the idiots and Sara tbh) ((you can ignore this one or the other if you want !!))

i’m doing both bc i love you and i love this au 💕 

more tmfu au

18. “I’m alive… I can tell because of the pain.”

Sara does not get paid enough for this. 

Gunfire is pretty standard, in her line of work. She’s basically a glorified babysitter, with her children being an elite team of four of the biggest names in the espionage business. 

And they are. Children, that is. 

But they are also infuriatingly good, if a little annoying at times. So, when the unmistakable sound of a firefight filter in through her earpiece, she’s honestly not too worried. 

“Get in, get the intel, get out,” Sara instructs. “Oh, also, don’t get shot.”

“We’ll try,” Viktor answers her, before there’s an explosion on his end and Sara’s connection is dropped. 

Sara bangs away at the keyboard, trying to re-establish connection. She connects a call to Phichit, who’s running intel out of a hotel room not far from where Viktor and Yuuri are infiltrating an international drug ring. 

“Phichit, help,” is all Sara says before her connection suddenly springs back to life. 

“Don’t worry, I gotchu.” 

“You’re a lifesaver.”

Phichit hums in thanks before he goes back to hacking into the cartel’s bank accounts. 

Sara taps back into the team communication channel. The fight seems to be over. She does a quick check-up. 

“Viktor?”

“I’m okay!”

“Chris?”

“I’m fine, still in the getaway car, but I think Yuuri is dead.”

“I’m alive,” Yuuri’s voice crackles in, “I can tell because of the pain.”

Viktor spends the next ten minutes fussing and fretting over Yuuri who, it turns out, wasn’t even injured during the fight. They took down all the henchman and then Yuuri, in an attempt to signal Chris, fell out a window and into a dumpster. 

A dumpster. Ex world-renowned art thief and CIA’s top agent, Yuuri Katsuki, fell into a dumpster. 

They really don’t pay her enough for this. 

// send me two characters or more and a prompt and I’ll write you a short fic //

[fanficgalore]

Viktuuri #60

Bittersweet Dissonance [Fluff/Angst] Victor's attention is swayed to the gorgeous violinist playing in the park across from the rink. Yuuri is baffled by the kind actions of the attractive figure skater. In the meantime, both learn to open up to each other, and their lives finally take a turn for the better.

You think my bruised knees are sort of pretty [Fluff] He’s not entirely sure how long they stay there, staring awkwardly at each other, but it’s long enough that Yuuri feels compelled to break the silence, which never ends well.

“You’re shorter than I thought,” he blurts out.

At the same time, Viktor suddenly says, “I like your knees.”

“…thanks,” Yuuri says after an awkward pause.

—In which Yuuri gets drunk at a con, earns the nickname Cake Boy, and promptly forgets all about it.

How does a moment last forever? [Angst/Fluff] Wherein Yuuri is an oblivious Beauty in Denial, Viktor is a much better version of Gaston (who needs love), and Yurio is their poor misunderstood angry son (who ALSO needs love).As you can see, dear reader, this is nothing but a mere twisted version of a tale as old as time.

If this city will bloom [Fluff/Angst] “Viktor, do you know what cherry blossoms mean?” “What they mean?” Viktor tilts his head, surprised at the sudden question. “They can mean beauty. Or a good education. Cherry blossoms generally bloom around the time the new school year starts.” Yuuri’s eyes are unwavering on Viktor, and the colors shift in the dark irises again. “But they also mean impermanence.” Impermanence -- transient. Not lasting forever. The word sends a ripple of fear through Viktor.

(Or, the story where Viktor accidentally brings home a cherry blossom spirit from Japan, and his life and heart are turned upside-down.)

I can be your devil or your angel, baby [Fluff] Yuuri Katsuki didn’t ask for any of this, and he’s starting to question all of his life choices that lead up to this cursed moment.

Just hold on (We’re going home) [Angst/Fluff] Where Yuuri remembers the banquet, Viktor forgets, and Yakov Feltsman has his own plans. “I’ve been made aware of your recent break with Celestino Cialdini, and would like to offer you a trial period where you train under me, in St. Petersburg. There are only three conditions: you will board with another one of my students, you will take ballet with Madame Baranovskaya, and you will help me coach Yuri Plisetsky, who refuses to listen to my criticisms of his spins.” Yakov nods at this point, leans forwards and looks Yuuri in the eye. “I will charge no coaching fees.” With a deal like that, even if it means he has to face Viktor again, Yuuri has no choice but to agree.

The return of the little piggy [Angst/Fluff] Everybody had their regrets in college.For the students, it was making fun of Katsuki Yuuri.

For Yuuri, it was letting himself become too stupid.

For Viktor, it was not doing anything.

_-_

Once there was a boy named Katsuki Yuuri, who was shy, loved to make clothes, had adorable smiles and was fatter than the usual average human being. Unfortunately for him, apparently being chubby wasn't all that accepted in the norm back then. After numerous accounts of bullying, Katsuki Yuuri disappears for good.

Now years later, there is now a man only known as Y.K. Fashion tyrant, multimillionaire, professional cold-stare giver... and is trying his ultimate best to run away from his dark past, until a certain silver haired CEO of a certain rival company who went to the same certain college he went to back then decides to flat out entangle their fates together. Do both of them have anything to say for it? Sadly, no. No they don't.

(Fashion & Couture AU)

You are the best thing that’s ever been mine [WIP - Fluff/Angst] Wherein famous actors Yuuri Katsuki and Viktor Nikiforov are forced to fake a relationship for mere reasons such as fame, money, and for teenage girls to make thesis long rants about them on Tumblr. A pact is made, then things snowball into a complete mess, and ya'll already get the idea where this is going...

The structure of trust [WIP - Angst/Fluff] After a mission went horribly wrong, ex-CIA agent Yuuri Katsuki needed a career change, and Private Security was recommended by his former boss, Celestino Cialdini. Now trained as a bodyguard, Yuuri wants to overcome his past mistake and planned to take on his first assignment with confidence.

When he heard that famous figure skating coach Yakov Feltsman had received multiple threats over the coming months and was the client to his first assignment, he was thankful that he hadn’t been assigned to bodyguard the coach.

Yet, he never imagined he’d be hired as Victor Nikiforov’s bodyguard.

Baby, I’m preying on you tonight [WIP - Fluff/Angst] Yuuri and Phichit registered and named the pet shop when they were drunk. They didn’t exactly expect it to become the most popular pet shop in Seattle. (It was only supposed to be a front to fund Phichit’s (undercover) animal rescue missions.) Enter Viktor Nikiforov, the man with the pink Cadillac and the giant brown poodle (that's stolen Yuuri's heart), and Yuuri might have lost his mind, because apparently he keeps flirting with a client – and he never even notices.

For the record [Angst/Fluff] FOR THE RECORD by Viktor Nikiforov What it takes to craft an Olympic Champion, and what it takes to be one.Or: Viktor Nikiforov, sports journalist and retired figure skater, interviews Olympic Champion Yuuri Katsuki for an exclusive piece.

The ties that bind [Fluff/Angst] The first time Viktor saw Yuri Plisetsky was by pure chance at a private rink in Moscow, skating for his dedushka. He thought they would never meet again but it seemed he was lucky in life.

“Papochka!” Yuri called out and Viktor swore his heart stopped beating.

Yuri hadn’t addressed him as atsets, heck, he didn’t even call him papa! Yuri said papochka. Papochka! It was a more affectionate, almost cutesy way of calling your papa and it was quickly turning to be Viktor’s favourite word. Did Yuri know that Viktor was somehow his father?

Then Yuri started dashing towards Viktor and all his earlier doubts regarding Yuri had been wiped clean from his mind. Viktor immediately darted off and all that was running through his mind at the time was Yuri, Yuri, my son, Yuri! Viktor had waited to hold this boy in his arms, wanting to tell him how proud he was and how much he had grown. Viktor decided he didn’t want to waste any more time being separated from his Yuri.

His little boy, Yuri.

Or the single dad feat. ballet AU I've always wanted to write that no one asked for.

[daily-yoificrec]

5/3/2017 recs

1. Dust and Starlight by Grassepi  |  Rated T, 24.9k (WIP)

Summary: Katsuki Yuuri, crown prince of Japan, is on a quest to find the lost castle of Russia- and more importantly, it's lost treasure. However, not every destiny is found in glory and battle, and the treasure that Yuuri finds might not be in the form of gold and jewels. (Some things people are infinitely better than gold and jewels)

In which: Yuuri's been looking for his destiny for a long time, Viktor's been waiting for his knight in shining armour for longer, and Yuri just wishes there was a reality where he didn't have to save their dumb asses.

Comment: It’s fantasy and has hella worldbuilding and great character interactions so far. The setup is enthralling and has me really interested in the mechanics of this world.

2. On Our High Horses by Bad_Wolf   |   Rated T, 11k (WIP)

Summary: Sara Crispino loves her job, riding the broad flats and hills of her adopted planet on her beloved horse. She doesn't have to talk to anyone for days, just the cows and horses she herds. Usually the only other person she interacts with is the landowner of half the planet, Yuuri Katsuki, and he's just plain shy. Sara would have been happy to go on like that, one day flowing into the next, seamless and unvaried; except when a group of uppity nobles decide to invest money into the Katsukis' business. Now while Yuuri is off schmoozing the money, Sara has to play host to an infuriating rich lady who wouldn't know hard work if it bit her in the ass.

Comment: I really like this so far! Sara’s POV is refreshing, and while the vicyuu is technically a side pairing, they’re a lot like the Jane and Bingley of this fic while Sara and Mila are Elizabeth and Darcy. This one also has interesting worldbuilding, a combination of space and western (the author makes it work, somehow) that sets up a unique mood.

3.  Love and Gelato by flowercrownyuri (elevensong) Rated T, 7k.

Summary: Victor’s life consists of three things: taking classes at the local university, figure skating on the weekends, and working at a florist shop downtown. After years upon years of monotony, he’s convinced that nothing can take him by surprise anymore. However, when a new employee begins working at Celestino’s, a gelato shop across the road, Victor’s immediately intrigued. Something about watching “gelato boy” work, or laugh, or dance when he thinks no one is watching ignites emotions within Victor that he thought long buried, and soon enough he finds himself longing to meet the boy behind the counter.

In order to fulfill his wish, Victor begins leaving flowers with flirty notes attached to them outside Celestino’s, knowing gelato boy will find them the next morning. It becomes a routine, another expected part of his day, but what happens when notes written on cups begin appearing in return?

Super cute quick oneshot that’s as sweet as gelato! 

4. The Structure of Trust by Axlaida   |   Rated T, 10k (WIP)

Summary: After a mission went horribly wrong, ex-CIA agent Yuuri Katsuki needed a career change, and Private Security was recommended by his former boss, Celestino Cialdini. Now trained as a bodyguard, Yuuri wants to overcome his past mistake and planned to take on his first assignment with confidence.

When he heard that famous figure skating coach Yakov Feltsman had received multiple threats over the coming months and was the client to his first assignment, he was thankful that he hadn’t been assigned to bodyguard the coach.

Yet, he never imagined he’d be hired as Victor Nikiforov’s bodyguard.

BODYGUARD AU. YUURI IS VICTOR’S BODYGUARD. Read it, it looks promising.

5.  Love Bird by MaeIsDone  |  Rated M, 2.1k  (WIP)

Summary: It was the summer of 1969, and Yuuri Katsuki's life was finally pulling together. He'd gotten the job of his dreams, as a police officer, and Tori, one of the most beautiful women in all of the Bay Area has asked him on a date. But the summer housed another person high on their luck; a serial killer called Lovebird, who had Yuuri in his sights.

Surviving Lovebird's attack means hours of questioning every day, a crippled body, and the image of his would-be killer seemingly painted onto the back of his eyelids.

It also means meeting the alluring Victor Nickiforov, a detective who's working night and day to catch the man that hurt Yuuri.

This reeks of murder au and there’s only one chapter, but it opened quite strongly, so I’m looking forward to how it continues! 

[ao3feed-victuuri]

The Structure of Trust

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by Axlaida

After a mission went horribly wrong, ex-CIA agent Yuuri Katsuki needed a career change, and Private Security was recommended by his former boss, Celestino Cialdini. Now trained as a bodyguard, Yuuri wants to overcome his past mistake and planned to take on his first assignment with confidence.

When he heard that famous figure skating coach Yakov Feltsman had received multiple threats over the coming months and was the client to his first assignment, he was thankful that he hadn’t been assigned to bodyguard the coach.

Yet, he never imagined he’d be hired as Victor Nikiforov’s bodyguard.

Words: 10073, Chapters: 1/4, Language: English

Fandoms: Yuri!!! on Ice (Anime)

Rating: Teen And Up Audiences

Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings

Categories: M/M

Characters: Katsuki Yuuri, Victor Nikiforov, Phichit Chulanont, Yakov Feltsman, Yuri Plisetsky, Christophe Giacometti, Makkachin (Yuri!!! on Ice)

Relationships: Katsuki Yuuri/Victor Nikiforov

Additional Tags: Almost every character appears, Alternate Universe - Bodyguard, Bodyguard AU, Bodyguard!Yuuri, Skater!Victor, Ex-CIA Agent Yuuri, Fluff, Angst, Falling In Love, Threats, Minor Injuries, past mistakes, Regret, Guns, Self-Defense, Violence, Almost Kiss, Careless Victor, Team Russia still skate, Fluff and Angst, AU

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[ao3feed-yurionice]

The Structure of Trust

read it on the AO3 at http://ift.tt/2p6uzp2

by Axlaida

After a mission went horribly wrong, ex-CIA agent Yuuri Katsuki needed a career change, and Private Security was recommended by his former boss, Celestino Cialdini. Now trained as a bodyguard, Yuuri wants to overcome his past mistake and planned to take on his first assignment with confidence.

When he heard that famous figure skating coach Yakov Feltsman had received multiple threats over the coming months and was the client to his first assignment, he was thankful that he hadn’t been assigned to bodyguard the coach.

Yet, he never imagined he’d be hired as Victor Nikiforov’s bodyguard.

Words: 10073, Chapters: 1/4, Language: English

Fandoms: Yuri!!! on Ice (Anime)

Rating: Teen And Up Audiences

Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings

Categories: M/M

Characters: Katsuki Yuuri, Victor Nikiforov, Phichit Chulanont, Yakov Feltsman, Yuri Plisetsky, Christophe Giacometti, Makkachin (Yuri!!! on Ice)

Relationships: Katsuki Yuuri/Victor Nikiforov

Additional Tags: Almost every character appears, Alternate Universe - Bodyguard, Bodyguard AU, Bodyguard!Yuuri, Skater!Victor, Ex-CIA Agent Yuuri, Fluff, Angst, Falling In Love, Threats, Minor Injuries, past mistakes, Regret, Guns, Self-Defense, Violence, Almost Kiss, Careless Victor, Team Russia still skate, Fluff and Angst, AU

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[kacchansass]

une balle un mort - chapter 1

Step Into My Parlour

Pairing: Izuku/Katsuki

The spider lays a trap for the fly.

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Useless! He’s so fucking useless! What good is he as an ex-spy if every time he runs into the green haired moron he lets him slip last second? What good is he if every time he even thinks of the fucker he’s reminded of why he was discharged from CIA work?

  “Kacchan! Look at this cool move I can do! My sensei taught me it!”

  “It doesn’t matter what your sensei teaches you, you’ll never be better than me.”

  “I-I want to be a hero t-too!”

  “You really think you can stand in the same ring as me?”

  “Kacchan, I...I want to be as good as you!”

  Katsuki bitterly grabs the binder off his shelf that held the records of the most notorious people he’s pursued during his time with the CIA, even those that had been caught and were rotting behind bars. He kept it to page through as a pick-me-up--to remind himself that he was that good at his job--but now every time he opens the damn thing it’s to update it with how the fuckmunch Deku bested him again.

 He flips through the sub-dividers within the Deku section of his binder--profile and overview, criminal charges and warrants for arrest, known associates, known aliases--until he hits the section marked “sightings”. Within the marked tab holds pictures that spanned over ten years, a list of all the missions he’d been sent on to stop Deku, all the times he’d run into Deku by accident, and the list of both possible targets and successfully killed targets.

  Katsuki scowls as he adds All Might’s name to the end of the never ending list of Deku’s killed targets. All the ones that he could confirm were done by him, anyway. He scrawls out his incident report on a blank sheet, lips curling up in a snarl as frustration over recounting his loss makes him start seeing red.

  “You need to stop beating yourself up over what happened.” Kirishima interrupts his seething, setting a mug of coffee on the desk next to the binder. He takes the seat across from Katsuki and relaxes into the chair. “You did your best.”

  “But I wasn't fucking good enough. I fucking had the asshole, and he gets the better of me with some fucking mid-air bullshit Matrix shot!” Katsuki hisses, slamming the binder shut and replacing it on his bookshelf.

  “Whoa are you serious? He hit a shot like that mid-air? Holy shit you weren't kidding when you said--” Kirishima’s awe at the statement tapers off under Katsuki’s glare. Good . “You've been chasing after this guy for a while now, haven't you?”

  Longer than you could ever know. “Since the first moment I ran into him.”

  “What are you going to do about him? This obsession of yours is kind of creepy.” Kirishima replies, slinging an arm over the back of the chair.

  “It’s not an obsession! I don’t like losing to that--that pebble !” Katsuki slams his fist on the edge of the desk next to Kirishima, who disappointingly looks unfazed by the motion. A manic smile curls on his lips as he thinks about how to catch his rival. “I’m going to set up a trap. Our run-ins have become more and more frequent over the past two months, and I think the little runt has something cooking--but I’m not gonna let him best me. Not without a good and proper fight.”

  The asshole...I’m gonna find that asshole, “Deku”. I won’t let him beat me again.

  “I thought I might find you here. All this fancy training and yet you’re still no good. You’re still just a useless Deku.”

  He hadn’t expected to be tossed over Deku’s shoulder like a rag-doll--hadn’t expected his moves to be predicted by the other at all. Why didn’t he?

  “Kacchan. You gave me that name because you thought I was useless. You thought I couldn’t achieve anything, and I went along with it. But someone changed the meaning of it for me, and now I embrace it as my name. Kacchan, my Deku isn’t always going to mean useless. Kacchan, my Deku means I can do anything!”

  Katsuki grits his teeth together hard as he wills away the bitter memory to focus on a game plan to finally get the brat once and for all. The little shit’s never been good in hand-to-hand combat. He just has to make sure the other has no weapons on hand and he’s gold. Hell, Deku could have a gun hidden on him, and he’d still be able to beat him in a head-on fight. Getting hands dirty isn’t the specialty of a sniper--and it will be Deku’s downfall.

  Katsuki’s lips curl up even further to expose his sharp canines, voice dropping to a low hiss only he could hear. “Come and get me, Deku. I’ll be waiting.”

  A knock at the front door breaks his train of thought. Kirishima reacts first, leaving Katsuki’s office to allow the patron in. He scoffs at the girl that enters: high-end clothes, bubbly-spirit, doe eyes, round face, and a bob haircut were all tell-tale signs of some rich girl wanting security for some party or another. Easy jobs that Katsuki never bothered to take; the others at the firm jumped for those types of jobs since it was easy work and the guys could milk their status for brownie points with some of the female party goers. Both of which Katsuki did not care for.

  “Welcome to USJ Private Security! How can we help you?” Kirishima asks, voice obnoxiously loud with faux enthusiasm that makes Katsuki want to punch him more than his usual enthusiasm does.

  “I was hoping I could get a private escort? I’m the next inheritor of the Jeanist line, and I'm going to be meeting with a family friend of ours, an ambassador, before his speech tomorrow.” The woman replies shyly, following behind Kirishima as he leads her to the waiting area. Katsuki doesn’t miss the way her smile twitches as she moves to the customer waiting area.

  “Sure we can do that. Did you have anyone specific in mind?” Kirishima asks, already pulling all the papers that need to be filled out for a job.

  “Yes. I'd like Ba--Bakugou? Bakugou Katsuki? I believe that's his name.”

  Katsuki feels his heart drop at the mention of his name. Fuck if he was taking such a low-tier job from some spoiled rich brat. He has better things to do than babysit. And he definitely has better things to do than chase after the odd vibe this woman was giving off.

  “No!” Katsuki yells from where he's eavesdropping before Kirishima can call for him.

  “I can pay triple the regular price! My father has used him before and gave a glowing recommendation. I only trust him to do the job.” The woman begs frantically, hands waving around wildly. Katsuki bites the inside of his cheek; something was definitely off about her. He’s had other people request him by name before of course, even had some offer to pay double, but never has someone jumped straight to triple .

  “No.” He bites out harder, fingers curling into a fist. He didn't have time for this bullshit.

  “Katsuki. You're not going to get another high profile case again after your little stunt at the All Might speaking, and you know it. You have a monthly quota to fill. Take the job or I'll be forced to dismiss you.” Kurogiri, his superior, chastises from the door to his office, staring down the other until he caves. Katsuki absolutely detests that his boss has a harsher glare than he does.

  “Fine. I'll take the shitty job.” He hisses, slinking out of the hall and sitting down bitterly in the chair next to Kirishima. He eyes the girl up and down, doing a once over check of her but finds nothing out of the ordinary on the surface.

  “We just need you to fill out all the forms here, and the down payment needs to be payed before Katsuki signs.” Kirishima recites happily to the woman, who visibly sighs in relief that Katsuki had accepted the job.

  “Of course.” The woman--Amelia, Katsuki reads as she signs it--says with a small smile. “I need you to meet us at the airport--”

  “I can fucking read.” Katsuki spits as he yanks the offered pen from Kirishima’s hand to scribble his signature on the paper. He rips the top page away from the yellow carbon copy, handing it over to the woman. “Payment. Now.”

  The woman huffs but doesn't reply, digging through her bag for a wallet and pulling out a few stacks of cash to trade for the receipt. Katsuki growls to himself as he takes the job order and payment back to his office to deposit for safekeeping. As he stands, he eyes the girl once more, this time getting a full view. It takes less than a second to find the hole in the girl’s identity, but one hole is all it takes to sink a ship.

  He rolls his bottom lip between his teeth, tossing the paper and cash haphazardly on his desk before walking back out. With normal patrons, he usually takes the paper and cash and disappears into his office after the job is confirmed, since there was rarely ever a time he needed to sit around and “play nice” with them. Normal patrons, that is.

  The woman shoves her wallet back into her bag, shaking Kirishima’s hand. They both seem surprised to see him return from his office, and he flashes them a wide grin that thinly veils his annoyance. Kirishima flinches at the upturn of his lips, and it takes everything in him not to snicker.

  “Is there anything else I need to fill out? If not, I’ll be on my way.” The woman says, and Katuski shakes his head.

  “Everything’s taken care of.” He replies absently as he escorts the woman out of the building, ignoring Kirishima’s mixed look of confusion and astonishment. He doesn’t care what hair for brains thinks about him doing this. He needs to talk to this woman some place where he won’t get his ass reamed for “poor customer service”. As the heavy door closes behind them, he slams the woman against the wall with one arm applying pressure to her neck and the other caging her against the wall to prevent escape.

  “All right, round-face, what’s the real reason you specifically requested me?” Katsuki hisses, leaning into the woman’s space.

  “I-I don’t know what you’re talking about. Y-You’re scaring me.” She answers quickly, eyes darting around the hall to avoid Katsuki’s gaze.

  “C’mon, Deku! Fight back! Didn’t you say your senseis taught you how to fight? Then why do you have a black eye?”

  The warmth of the blood of the smaller boy had felt so good on his knuckles at the time; the fear in the smaller boy’s eyes had felt even better.

  “Kacchan, s-stop! Y-You’re scaring me!”

  “Did you really fucking think you could waltz into my fucking workplace and claim you’re the inheritor of the bullshit Jeanist fashion line while wearing Prada shoes? Do you think I’m a fucking idiot?” He growls, leaning in so she had nowhere else to look at but him.

  The woman blinks at him dumbfoundedly a few times. “What do my shoes have to do with anything?”

  “If you were the actual inheritor of the fucking brand, you wouldn’t fucking be wearing your fucking competitor’s shoes. What’s your fucking deal?” Katsuki hisses while applying more pressure against her throat with his arm, tired of all the pussy-footing around the woman is doing.

  “If you must know, they were a gift from my boyfriend. I’m not so heartless as to give them away.” The woman huffs in indignation. “I already told you I need the escort for the ambassador, and it’s the truth. Be there when the paper specifies.”

  Katsuki growls but lets the woman go. She fixes her pristine outfit with a glare towards him before sauntering away. He knows this is a trap, can feel it in his bones , but his curiosity is killing him over who wants to set-up a meeting in such a way that they’d pay him triple his normal rate right from the get-go just to get him to show up.

  Katsuki returns to his office, ignoring the stunned into silence hair for brains and locks the door behind him. He doesn’t bother to count the cash, going directly for the slip the woman had just filled out.

  Private escort for Ambassador Shinsou Hitoshi. Please arrive at LAX airport by 2:00am on Tuesday; his flight lands at 2:15am. I will meet you by the C gate exit where he will exit from. Limo has already been checked over for tampering and is cleared for use. A small gathering is happening at the house address listed below to celebrate his immediate arrival before the speech.

  It’s just a simple job that wouldn’t stand out if it weren’t for the language and grammar used. The “my daddy is rich” happy-go-lucky portrayal the woman was trying to go for was shot to hell just by the second sentence alone . The only people that use semi-colons on these forms are either pretentious, self-righteous assholes that think they know better than everyone and have some sort of Art or English degree, and people that worked for or against some sort of government agency. Then there’s the confirmation of the limo check. Happy-go-lucky rich girls looking to party don’t care about tampering checks.

  The odd feeling in his gut doubles at the obvious trap lain out before him, but at the same time, his curiosity seems to have doubled after reading just the small overview of the job. Who is this woman? Is she dumb enough to think of such a brutally see-through trap? Or is it a bluff?

  Katsuki rubs his temples as he drops the paper back down to his desk. If he wanted answers to any of these questions, he had to show up. Fuck .

       “How’d it go?” Izuku asks as soon as the signature sound of Uraraka’s heels filters through his room. He gives her a small, apologetic smile over his shoulder before turning back to his laptop.

  She huffs, crossing her arms over her chest. “He’s a complete asshole. Is he always like that?”

  “The kanji in Izuku can be read as “Deku”.”

  “Wow, Kacchan! You can read kanji?”

  The awe he’d held for him in that moment...

  “You can’t? Like it’s hard?”

  What did it feel like, Kacchan?

  “What’s “Deku” mean?”

  What did it feel like to crush your own friend in your hands...

  “It means someone who can’t do anything. That’s why you’re a Deku, ‘cause you can’t do anything.”

  Like they meant nothing all along...

  “Stop it, Kacchan…”

  “Yes.” Izuku replies firmly, pointedly not looking up from the plane ticket purchase screen. He wants to bite down every bitter memory from when everything in his life went wrong, but he can’t. Not yet. He still has a few more people left to go.

  Uraraka sighs, placing a comforting hand on his shoulder. “The pick-up is only in two days time. Will you have everything ready by then?”

  He nods, brushing her hand off his shoulder. “Plane ticket has been purchased, house has been rented, and Ingenium’s been notified should someone manage to overhear the gunshots in the neighborhood and call it in.”

  “And your ambassador…?”

  “I’ve uh, still gotta call him.” Izuku replies, rubbing the back of his neck shyly. It’s been months since he’s talked to Shinsou, and he’s not too sure how happy the other will be to finally hear from him again only to find out it’s for a favor. “I’m gonna give him a call right now.”

  Uraraka sighs dramatically, putting her hands up for show. “Okay, okay. I understand when I’m not wanted.”

  “You’re always wanted Uraraka-san!” Izuku calls after her retreating form with a smile as he dials the number for a dear friend of his.

  In signature Shinsou fashion, the phone doesn’t ring out past the second tone before he answers. “Red Rabbit. I see you’ve finally come to collect the debt I owe.”

  Izuku laughs over the phone nervously, playing with the hem of his shirt. “You can call me Deku, Your Majesty.”

  “I’m an ambassador, not royalty.” Shinsou replies dully on the other end of the line, sounding more sleep-deprived than he usually did.

  “R-Right. I need your help.”

  Shinsou takes in a deep breath before finally replying. “What is it.”

  “I need you to give a speech on Wednesday afternoon. I don’t really care what it’s about; your presence is what matters.” Izuku replies.

  “What are you planning, Rabbit?”

  “I need to get in touch with an old friend.” He mumbles, abandoning the hem of his shirt to roll his thumb between his teeth.

  A tense silence stretches on before Shinsou replies. “Are you using me as bait?”

  “Not...exactly. I wouldn’t put you in harm’s way, and you know it.”

  Shinsou sighs, long and drawn out. “Fine. I suppose everything is going to be arranged for me, yes?”

  “I’ll take care of it all. Just follow the instructions I send.” Izuku replies with a small smile before hanging up and tossing his phone onto his bed across from him. He savors the quiet peacefulness of his room, taking a few deep breaths in and out.

  In two days time, all hell breaks loose.

       The airport is as jam-packed as it always is, people flitting about from place to place like bees buzzing between flowers. Katsuki growls low to himself, annoyed at how long Amelie is taking to meet him at the exit. He checks his watch again , making it the third time now, and taps his foot impatiently. Was the trap for him supposed to be here ? With all these people? Just how cocky is this bastard?

  “So sorry I’m late! I stopped by the drive-thru on my way here to grab myself a coffee to stay awake and took longer than expected.” Amelie stammers, words jumbling together in an apology that Katsuki really isn’t in the mood to hear.

  “I don’t care.” He bites out, shoving his phone in his pocket and crossing his arms over his chest.

  “I got a text from the ambassador; the plane just landed and he should be out here any moment.” Amelie says, smile widening and showing off her round cheeks.

  “Does he have any luggage?” Katuski asks noncommittally. He hopes to god not, since that would mean spending extra time trying to flag down the damn bags from airport security.

  “He doesn’t carry anything more than he can fit in a small suitcase. He’s a bit...paranoid...about other people handling his luggage.” She answers with a small shake of the head.

  Thank fuck.

  “Good. The sooner we can get this over with, the better.”

  “So I assume I shouldn’t introduce myself?” A deep, exhausted voice interrupts the two. Katsuki turns to the side to see the ambassador Shinsou Hitoshi standing before him.

  Well I’ll be damned, it’s an actual ambassador. Just how deep of connections does the guy that set up this trap have?

  “Shinsou! It’s so good to see you! How was your flight?” Amelie practically shouts, going in to give him a hug but stopping herself just before she does.

  “Who is this?” Shinsou asks, deep violet eyes leveling Katsuki with a harsh glare.

  “This is Bakugou Katsuki, the man I told you about. Your private escort?” Amelie answers, smile never faltering.

  Shinsou keeps his glare, gaze only briefly flitting over to her. “I vaguely recall you mentioning something like that, yes. You talk too fast.”

  “Less happy reunion, more getting to the car. I don’t care about you two, but I want to get some sleep tonight.” Katsuki barks, snatching the bag from Shinsou’s hands to sling over his shoulder. He doesn’t look back to see if they decide to follow them or not. If they can’t keep up with his pace, that’s their problem.

  “Where’d you find him? 5th train out of Hell?” He hears Shinsou ask Amelie not-so-subtly behind him.

  Katsuki whips around in an instant, grabbing the collar of the bastard’s shirt to drag him in close. “What the fuck did you just fucking say you fucking--”

  Amelie has a hand on both of them, ripping them apart with a strained smile. “Let’s just get going, shall we?”

       Izuku watches from his spot behind the building generator as the limo pulls up as planned, hopefully with his target in tow. He knows Katsuki won’t trust Uraraka within an inch of his life, but he also knows that Katsuki thinks very highly of himself to handle situations that put his life in danger and would cave to the curiosity of wanting to meet someone with deep enough pockets to pay...what is it they agreed on? Triple his normal rate? The exact number doesn’t matter so long as Katsuki shows up.

  Uraraka exits the car first, followed by the Shinsou, then Katsuki. The limo drives off, leaving the three of them standing outside the entrance to the very fancy mansion he’d rented. Izuku ducks back in the window he’d left open to watch the cameras on the front entrance and hallways in wait of the exact moment to strike. Uraraka escorts both the Shinsou and Katsuki to the living room, spouting off useless, made-up facts about her “rich family’s” history.

  Now.

  Izuku moves swiftly from his position, tackling Katuski away from the living room entrance and into the adjourning hall. He feels a rush in his veins as the other man laughs from his spot on the ground. “Knew this was a fucking trap, but I wasn’t expecting it from you, dumbass. Thought you were fucking smarter than this.”

  Katsuki throws him off with ease, and he hisses at the pain that shoots through his back as he collides with the wall. Did he get stronger?

  “Guess we’ll finally see who number one is, huh?” Katsuki says, manic grin threatening to split his face in half.

  “I’m gonna be the strongest person there is. I’m gonna be number one!”

  Katsuki’s vigor and enthusiasm was contagious.

  “I wanna be strong too! I wanna be a hero!”

  Like a disease.

  “You can’t be a hero. You’re a Deku, you can’t do anything right. You’ll just mess everything up.”

  He was like a disease.

  Izuku levels him with a glare before taking off for the exit. He knows Katsuki will chase him--he’d staked his whole plan on Katsuki chasing him. Blind pride and an inflated ego was always Katsuki’s greatest weakness.

  Izuku throws the sliding door open, rolling off to the side as he hears the first few rounds of a gun being shot off.

  1, 2, 3.

  “It’s no fun if you dodge, Deku!”

  He hops the wall separating the house from the street and takes off down the empty sidewalk. The neighborhood they’re in should be mostly empty, since all of the houses were recently built and still being sold out as some of them are still being finished. Everything feels like it’s sliding into place, and a rush fills his veins at the thought of what was going to happen next. Katsuki’s footsteps fall close behind, and Izuku ducks into the nearby park, weaving between the trees as more shots ring out.

  5, 6.

  “Is that all you know how to do? Run ?” Katsuki yells maniacally, tone instinctively making Izuku flinch.

  “You better run, Deku! I’m gonna get ya!”

  “You can’t catch me, Kacchan! I’m a robber! I don’t have to listen to you!”

  Izuku pulls the handgun out of its hiding place under the waistband of his pants to send some shots back at the other. He aims next to Katsuki’s legs: close enough to suggest he’s shooting at him with precision but far enough that it won’t actually hit him. He doesn’t want to hurt Katsuki if he can help it, but he needs to sell this as a hit mission.

  Izuku darts from behind the trees to the maze bush as fast as he can.

  7, 8, 9, 10.

  He crawls through some openings at the bottom of the bushes before stopping entirely, almost four rows from the entrance.

  “Deku! Izuku! Why can’t you come out and play? It’s been two whole weeks now! I got a new ball for us to kick around. Why won’t you play with me anymore?”

  I want to play with Kacchan...

  “Why don’t you fucking tell me why you really brought me to this prissy bullshit neighborhood, huh? You’re a fucking moron but not enough of one to set-up such a blatantly fucking obvious trap like that! What the fuck are you planning?” Katsuki calls out from the entrance, slowly maneuvering through the rows.

  “I want to see Kacchan.”

  “You can’t see Kacchan.”

  Izuku sets off one of the motion devices he set up within the maze to wiggle a bush next to Katuski and draw his attention to it, chuckling to himself as an annoyed hiss leaves his pursuers teeth.

  11.

  “You think you’re so fucking smart, don’t you? You’re not, shitty Deku. You’re nothing .” Katsuki yells, voice slightly cracking from the strain he’d put it through during the chase.

  He means nothing to me...

  “Deku, what the fuck is going on? Why do you look like that? Why are you doing this?”

  Izuku had remained silent, staring unseeing at his former friend, finger resting idly on the trigger of the gun he had trained on the other boy’s forehead.

  He means nothing to me...

  Izuku sets off the last motion device, heart beating erratically in his chest. He’s never felt more both nervous and alive during a mission before, and he doesn’t understand why it has to happen now . Why it always has to be Katsuki that breaks him?

  12.

  Izuku springs from his hiding place as Katsuki angrily clicks the trigger on his gun to find his round empty. He easily rips the gun from the other’s hand, tossing it a fair distance away, and pins the other to the ground with his own gun thrust under Katsuki’s chin. He jabs a small hidden syringe from his gauntlet into Katsuki’s neck and waits a few moments for the muscle relaxant to set in before speaking.

  “Did they make you do this? Those fucking sensei’s of yours? Whatever the fuck’s going on, I can help! We can--”

  Izuku had pulled the gun away, the only time ever in his brainwashed career that he’d defied a direct order from his superiors, before leveling the other with a scathing glare.

  “I can handle things myself. Go before I change my mind and put this bullet through your skull like I was assigned to do.”

  He means nothing to me...

  “I need your help.” His voice is smaller than he expects it to come out as, and he’s not sure if that’s a good thing or a bad thing.

  "Why the fuck do you need me if you can ‘handle things yourself'?" Katsuki spits at him bitterly but makes no move to throw him off. Izuku winces at the most hurtful comment he’s ever said being thrown back at him from so many years ago but keeps his composure.

  "I need a man on the inside for a job I’m doing. I need someone to gather intel so I can find the best opening. And, if things get dicey, someone that can restrain the target for a few seconds without getting hurt." He replies, watching Katsuki’s eyes for any signs of action--not that the other could really do anything to him with the muscle relaxant pulsing through his veins.

  "So that's it then? You want me to be your fucking grunt? Pass." Katsuki growls.

  Izuku tightens his grip on the gun, finger pulling ever so slightly on the trigger. "You owe me a favor. Trust me, I don't want to be in this mess any longer than you do, but right now you're the only person I have enough confidence in to get the job done."

  “Deku, you can’t expect me to just leave! Not after you almost blew my fucking brains out!”

  He means nothing to me...

  “Consider this me doing you a favor.”

  He means nothing to me...

  "And if I smack that gun out of your hand, knock you out, and walk away?"

  Izuku gives him a smile, knowing full well the other’s threat was a bluff. The muscle relaxant is weak enough that the other could still stand and walk but not weak enough to allow even a minute possibility of overpowering Izuku. "I kill you and collect your bounty. Someone's always got you high on their hit list."

  Katsuki is silent for a few moments, mulling over his answer before letting out a huff. "Fine. What is it you really need me to do."

  Izuku puts the gun away with a nod, standing up and offering a hand to Katsuki that gets swatted away as expected. "It's going to be a pretty extensive operation. Aizawa is searching for a new secretary to work for him at his company. I need you to take up the job and build up the company's trust in you. You'll be wire tapped and monitored via CCTV the entire time, so don't think about pulling any stunts. We wait until the company hires on a new employee after you and strike during an event close to that time so no suspicion gets dropped your way. I go about my usual business, and you go about yours."

  "Aizawa...that's the head of Yuuei’s arms deals..." Katsuki's brow furrows as he thinks. There's been reports of Yuuei members being picked off left and right lately, all Izuku’s doing, and he watches as Katsuki seems to put the dots together in his head. "You trying to dismantle the Yuuei Institute?"

  Izuku's gaze turns hard as his jaw tightens. "They made me what I am, Kacchan. You know this."

  Katsuki's lips pull up in a smirk. "If you were gonna take down those fucking bastards you shoulda told me earlier. I'm in, but I want to get my hands on some of the shitbags."

  "It's not like you had a choice, but yes, that can be arranged." Izuku nods. “I’m going to take you down to our temporary operation headquarters, but uh--”

  “Just give me the fucking blindfold.” Katsuki sneers, snatching the fabric out of Izuku’s hands and tying it around his head in a solid knot. “This trip better be quick.”