Back at it again with the Mafia AUs! Didn't expect it to turn out extensive so I'm going to divide the plot and the lemon into two. Reminder to take good care of yourselves, you guys are so awesome!

"Take that"

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In all his years spent involved in Hyogo's series of  underground organizations, Atsumu has had his fair share of violence and instances where doom was imminent. The long-since healed gash across his chest was validation enough in proving so.

Regardless of what he had been through and the pain he would eventually come to experience, Atsumu felt that joining the mafia was something more worthwhile than being encased in a monochromatic, borish cubicle typing his life away.

Fighting, to him, had been a defense mechanism ever since he and his twin, Osamu, were taken from their home and forced into performing painstaking labor for the executives. He fought for food, fought for garments, but Atsumu, ironically, lost the will to fight for the life he previously led. Atsumu believed that there was no longer a need to return to their parents, they didn't deserve tainted sons, their past was beautiful but vulnerable, violence was what molded a future where they reigned superior.

The twins found brothers amongst their fellow victims and together they swore to grab the underground by the neck and make it their bitch.

Who knew such an aspiration would take only six years to achieve?

Of course it didn't come without major discipline. As much as Atsumu despised being docile, he had to bear with it.

When the twins and their friends turned 15, having trained themselves to Satan's hearth by then, they officially joined the organization and rose in ranks, eventually  executing those responsible for their anguish, which left the harvest of business for the taking.

Their situation would only improve from then on, well only up until recently, when the news of a raid had been reported.

Unfortunately for the culprits, they infiltrated Atsumu's area and that would result in a very gruesome demise.

"'Tsumu, I'm telling you that what you're planning is reckless." There was an irk mark on his twin's temple, Osamu had just about enough, he swore he was only a hair's breadth away from starting his own business in order to exclude himself from Atsumu's impulsive decisions. 

Atsumu barely let his twin's statement register, especially amidst gathering all his firearms as well as a variety of blades in his collection. He could feel Osamu's gaze pierce right through him, noting the ill intentions behind it but again. 

But seeing as he was too pre-occupied and infuriated with the fact that someone had the balls to take his property and deal a considerably expensive amount of damage in the process, he really could not care less. 

He was going to catch the perpetrator and he was going to deal with them handsomely. 

"Don't call for the limo, I'll be going there alone tonight." Atsumu murmured, eyes still fixated on his ammunition. Osamu scoffed, "I wasn't planning to. Bold of you to assume I'd give a damn about your stocks." His twin's brows furrowed upwards in disgust. 

"Why I oughta--" Atsumu snapped, only to sneer at the absence of his brother who he vowed to deal with once this frustrating ordeal had come to an end. 

Lapse

 Lamentably so, a lone woman was out for Atsumu's stocks and she preferred to add the beauty of demolition into the mix of her expeditions so not a trace of her schemes would remain. 

(y/n) (l/n), the high of her accomplishment had yet to leave her system, she reveled at the chaos her bombs had initiated, even killed off a few guards. The rest, she could only humorously muse that they had left in panic.   

And when yet another one of her detonations threatened the structure of the stronghold, her heart skipped with delight. 

Her mind delighted at the thought of Osaru Chihara's devastated face when word gets to him that one of his biggest compounds had been breached yet again, and he won't even get to see the face that did it. 

"Not like he's worthy." (y/n) cooed to herself, chipping her manicured nails. "These men... Think  that they have everything under control when all they've got are pincodes and pussies with guns." She sighed, shaking her head in disappointment.  

The last of her bombs exploded, she felt the tremors from where she sat and she began to drift. "I wonder which one I'll visit next..." 

"How 'bout I visit yours this time around?" A deep voice called out from beside her causing her to jump into a defensive stance, assessing the male in front of her. His hooded eyes displayed amusement and she could take into account that his brown irises were scanning her appearance as well.  

He was clad in all-black, armed to the brim as well, at this (y/n) recoiled back a few inches. The last of her bombs she spent throwing at the poor security figures as they retreated to the safety of the woodlands surrounding the area.  

In Atsumu's case he found himself to be more flabbergasted than furious that the one responsible for all this disposition fell into a single woman's hands.   

Quite frankly, he was relieved it was not another male, but he was still unhappy with what she'd done to his possessions, and her presence did still threaten his authority especially with the way her chin was angled upwards a tad, as if implying that he was worth no more than a pork cutlet. 

"And who are you?" She sneered, an arm towards her backside, tricking him into thinking she had some ammunition left. 

In spite of this, Atsumu's lips curled into a smirk, "Don't you think I should be the one starting interrogations here? After all, you're in my territory." 

(y/n)'s eyes darkened, "Don't give me that crap, I know that you don't own this stronghold, that pompous shit-eating coward Chihara does." She saw the strange male's brow twitch in a  questioning manner.

"Yeah, before I killed him." Atsumu bluntly stated. 

"Well damn." (y/n) whistled, "Want a medal or something? That old man deserved to die a long time ago, you could have done it sooner." Her tone was domineering, taunting him. 

Atsumu sighed, "No, but I do believe you owe me an explanation as to why you're doing this as well as an apology, preferably on your knees." His statement earned him a merciless jab in the jaw, followed by a roundhouse kick to his shin which caused him to fall off the ramp the two had their previous exchange on and he landed ass-first onto the pavement a few feet below.

(y/n) elegantly followed suit, taking the easier way down by descending the ramp. "I don't care whoever owns this place, you're obviously just another Osaru in the making so I might as well stop you before you can hurt innocent civilians." 

Her mistake had been crouching where Atsumu could reach her, and got hold of her he did. The male recovered quick, his hand shot out to grab the nearest surface of her body. His fingers curled around her neck, just enough to restrict a bit of air when he slammed her onto the ground where he laid. 

"It's only been a few minutes and I'm already on top of you, shouldn't you ask me what my favorite color is first?" He goaded, that playful smirk of his returning as if he didn't feel his pelvis break a few seconds ago.   

His hand, now equipped with a dagger he pulled somewhere out of the compartments of his jeans, slowly slid up to glide the blade over her throat.  

(y/n) choked back her own insult and instead focused on executing her escape route. Which was not so difficult for the female to do. But she did have to mind the weapon at her neck.  

She straightened her legs, confusing the male on top of her, only to feel her abruptly angle them up and around Atsumu's own neck. Using the advancement of his body to fling him away with as much power from her legs as she could muster. 

Atsumu landed on some rubble with a harsh thud, feeling his head hit concrete.  

"Is it red? 'Cause it looks deadly-good on you." (y/n) intonated, batting her eyelashes innocently. Her throat burned slightly, indicating that a scar was gradually forming. "It's nice that you got me at least once, this'll be something I'll remember you by." 

The blonde-haired male brought his gaze up towards her, "Baby we're just getting started, you leaving already?" The laugh that supported his words was husky. 

(y/n) almost gawked at his consistent sanguinity, "When will you learn not to provoke me..." What she had said was more rhetorical than questioning. Running her fingers through her tufts of (h/c) hair, glaring at him, she started towards him once again only this time put a considerable distance between them. 

"A piece of advice..." (y/n) began feeling her nose twitching in irritation, "I'll only get more violent." She brought her other hand up and Atsumu discerned that the weapon she had in her possession was his own. Amusement flashed in his eyes, (y/n) failed to notice it in the rise of her temper.      

"You're quite the magician as well I see! I didn't even notice you taking it." Atsumu gaped like a kid witnessing a magic show. "How did you manage--" He was cut off when the blade came flying for his head, he could not even believe that his neck somehow defied the concept of anatomy for a second when he bent it at such an angle he swore he heard a crack. 

(y/n) was fuming, "YOU ARE SOOO TIRESOME! DOES IT EVER OCCUR TO YOU THAT SHUTTING UP FOR ONCE CAN BE HEALTHY?!" Her outburst only cost her another flirty remark. 

"You look even more beautiful when you're angry so I couldn't help myself." His smirk transitioned into a grin when he saw her turn red from embarrassment, anger and what he could only hope was a hint of a blush. 

Although, before the male could bask in the sight of her bashfulness for a longer duration of time, a series of honks resonated throughout the remnants of the warehouse. Atsumu knew it did not belong to his men and judging by the fear flickering across (y/n)'s features, he assumed she knew who the vehicle belonged to. 

"Baby come on don't leave me hanging!" Atsumu called out, in the motion to stand only to groan in pain when (y/n)'s knee came into contact with his crotch area and that's when he felt himself lapsing in and out of consciousness, losing the drive to come up with any more of his snide remarks.  

His brown eyes could only watch as her smaller figure retreated into complete darkness but she did leave him a small gift. Who would have thought that she'd have a c4 leftover, stuck onto her coat all this time? 

Atsumu recognized the explosive she carelessly threw down but rather than run for his life he could only sigh out dreamily.

"How many lives would I have to go through in order to feel her thighs around my face again?"   

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Hope you enjoyed, sorry if that was crappy. There may be some grammatical errors since I wrote this half-awake. TwT