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It's An Order, My Duty! || 6K Read Special 🌈🥛💛(tiny💙) || PART 1

Heya! This was a suggestion, and this shall be a 6K special! I don't know if I can write a special for every thousand reads so I hope you don't mind me going over 7K :,). My past specials weren't that good (*coughs in I only did one*), but I hope this turns out good!

Mafia Head Venti and bodyguard Xiao. The idea's from hlosieyoake. Just a little disclaimer, this fanfic information about the mafia likely isn't correct and I mainly just went for Bungo Stray Dogs BEAST AU Dazai and Chuuya's throat to get a better dynamic idea. And you should probably know that there's plenty of violence, even death. Enjoy!!

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I lay there, hugging tightly the cold body that lay in my arms. "No... no! You can't leave me! Not now, not ever! Please don't..." I cried out. But, my calls were much too late. The young boy I held was long gone, eyes closed peacefully at his time of death, and a small, hopeless smile on his lips.

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The dark-haired man could not speak, only clutching him tighter and bringing him closer. "...How can I ever live without you?.." He muttered, voice trembling as tears began to form in his eyes. What would he do? He had nothing without him, he was the reason for his existence, and he was the reason why he was even here today.

The man knew nothing but to stay beside this young boy he had followed since the day he finally found life within himself, because of him. Because of this boy. Now that he was gone, what was he to do without him? Perhaps he was better off dead.

Suddenly, a faint noise below disrupted his thoughts. He quickly shouted out the boy's name, grip tightening. He was still alive! There was still a chance to save him! The boy beneath him squired slightly and mumbled out a few words. "Barbatos, please..." The boy raised his hand, wearily raising his hand, and caressed his cheek weakly. It hurt the man so much, seeing his dearest friend, blood spilled on the floor and leaking from his mouth, down the side of his chin.

"L- Live.., in my position... with what I have..."

Was... that his end?.. Was he saying he could not live any longer? No, he couldn't leave! Not yet! Not ever! Please just hang on tight. I can't live without you, no, don't leave me. I need you here. You can't do this to me, this is torture! The man internally screamed, words not being able to come out of his physical throat.

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"Live, Barbatos."

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"Venti. Venti?"

"Venti!" A low voice repeated as he called for him from his daydream, dragging him back into miserable reality. Venti blinked, only now noticing wet moisture had actually and really been falling down his cheeks, spilling from the bottom of his eyes and dripping onto the concrete floor beneath him.

Venti realized that he was standing, no longer crouching beside a lifeless body. Ah, it was only just a memory. A playback. His eyes soon got used to the blur of life around him, sucking in the tears that had already fallen. He wiped them away with a flick of his sleeve and finally turned to the voice.

"Yes?" He asked, tilting his head and smiling gently.

"I apologize to interrupt your thoughts, but it looks like it's going to storm soon. We should head back to the base." A petite man stood there, arms straight and aligned in front of him in a respectful posture. His bright, yellow eyes glowed in the midst of the glum fog and his hair was short, back and sides spiked with the front having long chunks swishing forward. It was dark, just like his, but with a lovely green tint rather than a vibrant blue.