𝑼𝒏𝒕𝒊𝒍 𝑫𝒆𝒂𝒕𝒉 / 𝑲𝒆𝒏𝒎𝒂 𝑲𝒐𝒛𝒖𝒎𝒆/ 𝑹𝑶𝑫 𝑺𝒆𝒒𝒖𝒆𝒍

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•[Give Me A Break]•

Eimi's Plan

Hours Earlier

"What's the plan?"

Eimi exhaled. "You said he killed someone. Terushima, whatever."

"I don't have any proof of that, but I do know that someone in his gang by that name died and disappeared. Surely Y/N did it, and he helped her somehow. But you also have to remember that Kuroo took the fall for all of Kenma's wrongdoings."

"Who's Kuroo?"

"An old friend of his died years ago by capital punishment." She explains. Eimi ignored the information and continued.

"Well, I know he was quite the wanted person back then. They even accused him of killing his own parents, didn't they? Why wouldn't they believe this?" She asks.

"Depending on what "this" is."

Eimi locked eyes with Natalie, feeling confident with the crazy plan she thought of.

"I can be very convincing. I know my mom and Aran are close to Y/N and trust her very much, but who's to say that even close friends won't turn against their best friend?"

"Not going to happen. Y/N's too well respected for that. And my time is winding down, so make it quick."

"What if it doesn't need to be the truth?"

Now that got Natalie's attention. "I'm listening."

"If we want to bring Y/N down, we have to get rid of everyone she loves first. We already have Yuri on our side, so why not push it to see what she does?"

"By giving Kenma up to the cops? Is that what you're saying?"

"Paint a scenario." She says. "Just make something up, give it to the cops and let them do the rest."

"But what's the scenario?"

Eimi thought for a bit until she remembered Andy. "A kidnapping."

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The car swerved, and Kenma removed his arms. He quickly unlocked the back door and opened it, tossing himself out of the cop car.

Kenma hit the road harshly and rolled before stopping. He winced and heard the screech of the car a few meters away from him.

He's not going down for this. Not now, not ever. Kenma pulled himself up from the ground and ran across the road.

"Freeze!"

A shot rang off, making him flinch. He can't believe he's running from the cops at his old age. He's supposed to be done with this. A car nearly hit the man, and it stopped.

Another shot and another, but Kenma didn't let it scare him. Even if the third shot zipped past his ear. Kenma opened the passenger door and got in.

He locked eyes with the driver and felt his heart open.

Ginger hair, light brown eyes, freckles.

"Hinata."

"Kenma."

Cutting through their reunion was a thud. The cop knocked against the passenger side door, and Hinata yelped.

"Drive!"

Without a second thought, Hinata did as he was told and pressed gas. Kenma glanced back and saw a baby in a safety chair. Black hair and freckles. He looked back at Hinata, who is obviously tense. Kenma swallowed and looked around for an opening to get out.