A/N: it's been like 50 years since this was uodated. Anyway, I hope you guys enjoy.

"I told you ten minutes, you absolute fucking brat."

Hitoshi offers his father little more than a grunt and an exhausted shrug of his shoulders as he comes meandering out of the club's back door, a dripping crowbar in one blood-soaked hand. He doesn't seem any worse for wear, at least—though he could probably stand to get a few hours of decent sleep.

"Ten minutes wasn't enough time to distribute proper atonement and retribution. Shoving the length of this crowbar up his ass took a considerable amount of time."

"That's disgusting." Katsuki grimaces.

"You're telling me. Whoever has to clean up that mess come morning is gonna be incredibly pissed." The mercenary snickers to himself, haphazardly tossing the soiled crowbar into the nearby dumpster. "I think we can call it quits for the night. I don't like that we used Katsuki as bait to get it done but the objective has been completed."

Katsuki sighs, still wrapped in the robe that Shota had gifted him but otherwise still very naked and beginning to get very cold.

"You're really not gonna admit that I did an amazing job tonight? Not even a high five?"

"Nope."

"Tch. Fucking why not? I did literally everything right, why are you being so pissy?"

"Because, my innocent little kitten," the older man begins matter-of-factly. "I have told you once before that I didn't want you getting involved in all of this from the jump. If I let you believe that what you did tonight was okay at all, then you'll wanna tag your little ass along for all of my other jobs. The goal is to be able to quit, not to drag you into it." He pokes Katsuki's forehead with his clean hand, fully expecting the annoyed huff that he receives in response. "I'm thankful that things worked out because you helped. It means that we can get this over with a lot faster—which I'm looking forward to. But I don't like the idea of you getting corrupted by all of this. And I sure as shit don't want you in any position to be badly injured or killed."

"I'm a stripper, Hitoshi. I get naked and dance on horny men's laps for a living. Why do you insist on treating me like a baby?"

"Because you are a baby. My baby. And bouncing your little tatas around is nowhere near the equivalent of murdering people for sometimes no reason at all."

"But—"

"I said no. I'm not gonna repeat myself again and this isn't up for discussion. You understand?" Hitoshi snaps tightly, eyes narrowed down at Katsuki in a way that one might reprimand a pouting child. It's obvious the conversation is starting to piss him off but Katsuki can't help but feel a little bit…

...tingly…

When his lover speaks to him that way. He gazes up into those irate eyes, though Hitoshi's lips do a grand job at catching his interest instead. He just stands there, jaw slightly agape as Hitoshi stares down at him.

Katsuki doesn't answer right away and it only seems to fuel Hitoshi's mild irritation. Much to Katsuki's surprise, however, he doesn't yell or scream or grab and shake him like Izuku might do when he's angry. Instead, he gently reaches out to take Katsuki's jaw in the calloused tips of his fingers to redirect Katsuki's gaze. He's not glaring or scowling when their eyes meet, but it's fairly easy to tell that he's exasperated with him.

"I asked you a question, baby. Do you understand?"

Katsuki nods dumbly and Hitoshi's grip tightens to a light squeeze.

"Words, honey. Daddy needs to understand that you're not gonna bring this up again."

Katsuki's pout comes back in full effect.

"Fine. Yes. I understand. I won't bring it up again."

"Okay. Good. You know that I'm only doing this because I love you and I want to protect you?"

"Yes, I know. I'll be good—promise."

Hitoshi smiles.

"That's my Kitty Kat. Gimme them lips."

Katsuki stands on his toes, pouty lips attempting to meet Hitoshi's halfway. The older man is generous enough to lean down and give him what he wants, whispering soft praises against his lips.

"Cute. But we kinda just killed a bunch of guys so maybe we shouldn't stand here while you two make out in this alleyway?" Shota interrupts in a flat, bored tone.

"Alright, alright. Keep your fuckin' pants on." Hitoshi relents, leading the way back to the car that they'd parked in the back of the alleyway. The lack of lighting had made it a rather convenient hiding place—completely shrouded in shadows. Hitoshi mutely thinks to himself that everything had been conveniently easy for them this time around. He'd usually feel some sort of trepidation or skepticism about it, as he'd been doing this job long enough to know that the act of dissembling an empire should be a lot more difficult than this.

And it probably would be if Chisaki didn't have a bunch of fucking morons in his ranks.

He opens the car door for Katsuki and waits for him to climb into the backseat before tossing his father the keys.

"I did all of the work tonight; you drive."

Shota scoffs. "I'm sorry, you say that like this is my job to be doing in the first place. I'm just here for backup. I'm not even getting paid for this."

"Is that your way of telling me that you want a cut? I mean, that's fine but you don't have to whine about it."

"Keep that up and you're walking."

"I've been kicked out of better places."

"This is your car."

"I've been kicked out of better places."

"Hi, still naked and it's kinda chilly out here. Can we get a fuckin' move on?" Katsuki chimes in, which seems to be a lot more effective than allowing both father and son to argue over who was driving and who wasn't.

Katsuki feels as though he should be concerned by the fact that he's starting to become desensitized by this sort of thing. If Hitoshi's goal was to keep Katsuki unaffected by the lifestyle of a mercenary, then he may already be too late.

#

"Those are pretty bad for you, you know."

Izuku doesn't bother offering his unwanted guest even a flicker of his eyes in greeting, mildly annoyed at having his late night smoke interrupted without an appointment. He's even more annoyed by the fact that he was fully expecting his visitor, as he tends to show up when Izuku wants to be left alone the most. He exhales a lung into the cool night air from where he's sitting, sprawled out in the chair on his balcony.

Is a moment's peace really too much to ask?

"Yes. And oddly enough, it's still not nearly as bad for my health as you are. If you care so much, do me the courtesy of fucking right off. Please and thanks."

A laugh. Of course, it's never that easy.

"Somebody's grumpy. And here I was hoping you'd be happy to see me after all this time."

Izuku sighs heavily and flicks his unfinished cigarette over the edge of the balcony.

"What do you want, Keigo? Hurry it the fuck up; I'm in a bad mood and I don't have time for any of your bullshit."

The blonde grins at him and Izuku has a sinking suspicion that he gets more enjoyment out of irritating him that he lets on, plopping down into the seat across from Izuku and propping his booted feet up on the nearby coffee table which does a rather effective job at pissing Izuku off even more. Doesn't he know how expensive that fucking furniture is? How the fuck did he even get up here?!

"You're always in a bad mood these days."

"I wonder why that is." The freckled man days sardonically, that dry expression plastered to his face. "Listen. If you don't have any reason to be here then leave. I meant it when I said that I wasn't going to entertain any of your fuckery. Don't make me have to be the one to clip your wings, little bird."

Keigo doesn't even flinch.

"Spoken like a true mob boss. I guarantee you that I've come with nothing but good intentions, though. I've got some information for you that you might wanna hear—"

"Then get on with it. I'd like for you to fuck off as soon as humanly possible so I can enjoy the rest of my evening in peace."

This time, it's Keigo that sighs at Izuku's crabby mood as he realizes that Izuku really isn't going to play along and give him any of those delicious reactions that he wants. And here he thought that he'd be able to have a bit of fun at Izuku's expense.

Oh well. He's sure that the handsome payment that he'll receive for all of his hard work will keep his boredom in check just fine. 

"Whatever you say, guy. Where should I start first?"

Izuku sits upright in his seat now that he's sure they'll be getting down to business.

"Let's start with that information I asked you to find about Kacchan." He points and Keigo quirks a brow at him in amusement. "Katsuki Bakugou, right? You call him Kacchan ? I mean, that's incredibly fitting, actually, and it's a pretty cute nickna—"

"My patience is wearing thin, Keigo."

"Right, right, I forgot about that! Well, you were only able to tell me his parents' names so getting the info that you needed was really fuckin' hard. I wasn't able to find out where his mother was born, but I was able to find out that she's as close to perfection within that bloodline as it gets. Her parents are no longer living and she married outside of her clan so what's left of the bloodline is pretty diluted. Still, it's pure enough for him to be worth more than my ass and your ass put together. I mean serious payout."

"And Chisaki probably knows that." Izuku hums to himself thoughtfully. "If you were to put a number on the estimated price of what he's worth?"

"Raw? I'd say 900,000."

Izuku raises a skeptical brow.

"900,000 yen? That's small change—"

"No. 900,000 U.S dollars."

The greenette's mouth snaps shut, leaning back in his chair as his brows shoot right up into his hairline.

"$900,000?!"

"$900,000."

"Holy shit. And I just let that fucking idiot Shinsou run off with him like that!"

"Well, we both know how skilled and experienced Shinsou actually is so I don't doubt for a second that he knows just how much money he's hauling around."

"But if he was actually planning on selling him to Chisaki then why would he still be keeping Kacchan around for so long? If it was a double cross, he could have done it already."

Anyone with half a brain would have collected that check up front, actually.

Keigo seems to take this into consideration. "That's a good question. At first I theorized that he was just playing the long game here. Collect the bounty for Chisaki's head and for taking out the Shie Hassaikai before turning Katsuki in for three huge lump sums. He'll never have to work again."

"If that's the case then I have bigger problems than what I initially assumed I did." Izuku sighs. This was possibly more pressing than digging a traitor out of his flock and disposing of them.

He can't let that happen.

"You said theorized. Any reason you think your theory is wrong?"

Keigo smiles, sheepishly scratching at his jaw.

"Only one small reason. It's just...that they seem like they're really in love. I dunno if this Shinsou is just a really good actor or—"

"You found them, then?"

"I did. He's currently in Nagoya from what I can tell. Not sure of what he's planning but whatever it is, he's doin' it with some hustle about 'em. Tryna get this over with."

"For once, that's something that I can agree with him on. This has been dragging on for far too long." Izuku muses aloud. "I'm curious to see what it is that he does to get rid of Chisaki and his crackhouse circus of fuckheads." If anything, Izuku thinks that his best option is to stay out of the way and allow Hitoshi to carry on. Best case scenario, the bastard actually manages to kill them all and takes care of one of the biggest thorns Izuku's ever had in his side. The Hassaikai have been causing trouble for them since before Izuku was even born—a rivalry that surpassed his father's death and eventually passed on to him. He imagined that it was the same for Chisaki, fighting a war that was started by their founders without ever knowing what they were fighting for. It's one of the most relevant reasons for Izuku to have gone into business with them to begin with—extending an olive branch of sorts. And what did Chisaki do?

Shit on his kindness.

Izuku will only be made a fool of once.

"Oi, Midoriya-kun."

"Hm?"

"Katsuki Bakugou's parents are still alive but...while I was doing some light research with public records I couldn't help but notice that it was your family that raised him. I mean, your parents legally adopted him, right?" Keigo prompts, a rather condescending tone of accusation hidden underneath the blonde's friendly exterior. Izuku nods in response, though he doesn't really understand what Keigo is getting at. What's this got to do with anything?

"Yeah. See, the circumstances of his adoption were all a little bit too coincidental and a lot of pieces to the little puzzle in my head kinda started to click, you know? I just couldn't really help but wonder if...maybe Yagi-san purchased Katsuki from his biological parents all those years ago." The blonde presses and like a switch, Izuku's irritation spikes ten fold. His gaze narrows in warning but Keigo, like always, tends to ignore every single boundary that he comes across.

"What?"

Keigo shrugs. "I mean, it makes sense, doesn't it? Katsuki's parents gave him up seemingly out of the blue and then dropped from the face of the planet. Maybe like they were paid to? And he probably didn't pay anything near what the boy is actually worth. You understood the resale value, though. It's a little suspicious on your part as well but it's a smart move. You literally own this kid and you've actually allowed him to believe that he's been making decisions of his own free will! Like you haven't been the one controlling every aspect of his life up until now. Must be weird for you to not have your pet aro—"

"I advise that you choose your next words wisely. You step out of line even once and I'll be painting the walls with you."

Keigo holds up his hands in surrender with a sheepish laugh. He's bold. But he's not dumb enough to think he could dodge a bullet from where he's sitting and he surely understands that he's little more than a fish in a lion's den.

He withdraws.

"I'm kidding, I'm kidding! Jeez, lighten up a little bit."

"I can always hire another informant."

"Let's not get too hasty here, big guy. I still got one more juicy lil tidbit for you and then I'll be outta your hair." The older man continues, carrying the conversation along with a wink. He leans forward, cupping a hand over his mouth as he looks both ways. It's a show of coyness, as if he's got a secret to tell that he really shouldn't be.

Izuku mutely thinks of just shooting him anyway but what Keigo says next makes Izuku's blood run cold.

"That traitor of yours? I don't wanna cause too much trouble but you should probably be keeping better tabs on your girlfriend~"