Promise

"You promised me you wouldn't be reckless" ■☆ (Mafia AU)

Pairing: Mafia!Oikawa Tooru x Mafia!Fem!Reader

Summary: When Y/N makes a mistake, which causes her to lose sight of Oikawa, she is desperate and scared. But, when she finds him...how will she react?

Warnings: Angst, blood, death, injury, usage of guns

The gun in her hand was almost as useless as the corpse in front of her. Empty. It was empty. She had wasted a multitude of bullets on a mere goon. She was an idiot. Y/N huffed and chucked the gun onto the cobbled road. It landed with a loud thump, in a small pool of blood. She cringed back as blood flung towards her. She huffed again, wiping the small beads of red over her black jacket as she looked up and into the empty street, dimly lit by faulty streetlights.

It had gone wrong. All wrong. They had been ambushed, under the cover of the night, by simple goons. She shivered, at the slight thought. Guns blazing, they shot at random, forcing them to separate.

"Dammit, Tooru." Y/N whispered under her breath. She still could see, even slightly feel the anger-filled eyes that urged her to remove herself from the situation. She had given him her own glare, in return. You, wish.

Now she wished that she had listened to the silent warning. If she did, she could have gone to get back up. Or something else. Instead, she had ignored his look and urged onto the battle, landing the first blow on her enemy. A strong, heel-click to the jaw. She had laughed at the loud roar of pain and shock at the sudden contact. Oh and how she regretted that now. The small moment, that small break, was enough for others to join the other two in the ambush. This mess was no ones fault but hers. Not that, Tooru would let her believe that. He will always blame himself. And maybe that's what makes this worse. Not only had she been separated from him, but she had failed him. She had forced him to fight multiple men at once. She had let him allow himself to become their bait.

Tears pooled in her e/c eyes, glimmering slightly in the light as she continued to stare out into the distance. Clutching her arms tightly to her chest, she gave the corpse a mere glance, before stepping over it. She felt lost. Lost and slightly anxious. Nails dug into the jacket sleeves, as she blindly walked away from the mess.

Each step was a battle. She was scared. Scared of what she would find. Who she would find. There was no assurance of safety, not in this...career. Not in this lifestyle. Tomorrow was never promised. And Y/N knew that. That there was a chance, not a big one, but a chance nonetheless that he might not see tomorrow. Please, please be alive. Please. She wanted to cry. Drop down and pour out her tears of worry and anger. But, she didn't. Maybe it was the apprehension the rolled in her stomach. Maybe it was the terror of what would happen if she wasted even a single moment. Even though she knew, in the night there would be a slim chance of actually finding him. If he was even—No. Y/N. No.

"Don't say stupid shit like that. He would laugh at you if you told him." she murmured to herself, tightening her arms across her chest.

"Who?" Y/N flinched as she unraveled her hands from her chest and brought them in front of her, fists closed. She snarled as she whirled around.

"Show yourself," she said, lowly. She crept down, balancing on the balls of her feet as she scanned her surroundings. She scolded herself for being forgetful of her surroundings. It was still pitch black. She was still in danger. With or without him being alive. "Show yourself."

"Idiot." She gasped as a figure appeared from behind a small alleyway. It was still dim, but there was enough light for her to outline the lean figure. Dark brown hair mussed messily over his head. Dulled eyes met her own. He was alive. Alive. "You forgot—"

"You goddamn fool, I swear to the gods I will kill you," she yelled as she lunged for his figure. All nervousness and fear vanished as she neared him, almost forgotten. He leaned, almost nonchalantly, against the brick wall and gave a small smirk as cam closer. She grabbed him by the collar bringing him down to her level, butting his head with her own.

"You idiot." she hissed, as she shook him, ignoring the small whines of pain that spew from his mouth, "Where were you."

"Let me go Y/N-chan, that hurts," he whined as he grabbed her hands, caressing them softly in his grasp. He tugged her close and buried his face in her head. She gripped his back, extremely tempted to throw him down onto the ground. But, she leaned slightly closer into his grasp. Allowing herself to bask in this feeling. This warmth.

"Tooru, let me go. You have blood on you." she complained half-heartedly, "You'll get it on me." He gave a low chuckle as he leaned back, one hand wrapped around her waist and the other slowly stroking her cheek. His soft chocolate eyes skimmed over her face, signs for harm and damage.

"I'm not hurt, Tooru." Y/N softly whispered as she backed away from him, he tightened his grip on her.

"Don't move, please. Just for now. Just a little longer." he whispered, burying his face into her hair again. She gripped his back tighter as he leaned into her. He took a deep long breath, taking in the scent. Her scent. She felt her cheeks flare slightly at the thought.

"Are you...okay?" she asked. He murmured an incoherent answer as he took in a deep breath. He shook in her grasp. So fragile. He was so fragile. Behind the bravado, he was the most fragile among them.

"Tooru?" she softly called. He didn't answer, leaning more into her.

"Tooru move back, I can't take all your weight." she slightly teased, her voice shook. He gave a small whimper as he leaned fully against her. She stumbled back, as she heaved his weight.

"Tooru! TOORU!" she yelled. He was still. Still. No. NO. NO—

She sobbed, softly, as she leaned him against the brick wall. He slumped down motionless. Like that body, she had left behind. Like—

"You are not dead." she crouched in front of his hunched figure. "I will not let you die. You will not die on me Tooru Oikawa. You will not die. Not today. Not like this." She patted down his body, feeling for any sign of injury. Shaking fingers stopped at his torso were a big patch of a wet liquid stained his pants. No. She quickly unbuttoned his shirt, shrugging it off his shoulders as she revealed the gaping wound. A bullet. He was hit by a bullet. God, when had he—

"Of course." she cursed as she brought the his shirt to her teeth, and tugged sharply, ripping it with her teeth.

At the random shootings, he must have been hit. That glare—that molten look he had given her was not only one of anger but, off the pain as well. How had she not seen it. The small glimmer of pain he had showed her. He hadn't wanted her to run away from the fight. He wanted her to run away from his injured body. He had known her reaction would be extreme and overprotective.

Reckless. He acted recklessly because of her.

"Y/N..." he groaned.

"Shut up, Oikawa." she snapped as she pressed the make-shift rag into his wound. He hissed at the pressure.

"Y/N. Leave." he moaned, "Just. Let. Me..."

"No." she pressed harder on the wound, he moaned louder. "No. You will not talk. You will only listen. Understood, Oikawa. You will not talk." Tears had begun to form in her eyes again, blurring her vision slightly as her hands trembled on his torso. His own hands covered her own, pressing slightly harder, as he leaned his head back and closed his eyes.

"I'm sorry." he murmured, "I'm sorry."

"Sorry for what, Oikawa." she gritted her teeth.

"For getting hurt. For being dumb enough to get hurt."

Of course. That's what he would be sorry for. Idiot. She gritted her teeth harder but kept her mouth shut. She merely motioned for him to apply his pressure on the wound. He gave a pained nod as he replaced her hands for his.

"Are you comfortable. Are you dizzy? Are you—"

"I'm good, babygirl." he murmured, eyes still closed. "I'm okay."

"Well, I'm not." Her fingers still trembled as she tucked her head closer to her neck. She was still hunched in front of him. "I'm not okay." He paused, and she heard as his breathing heightened.

"Where—"

"Not physically." her words shook as she blurted them out. "You hurt me, Tooru. You hurt me."

"What—"

"You promised me, Tooru." she rose her voice, sobs choking her and heavy tears trailed down her face. "You promised me you wouldn't be reckless. That you would think about yourself." Her chest heaved as she pressed a hand against her chest.

"You promised." she whimpered as she crumpled onto the ground in front of him.

"Y/N..." his own voice shook, as he heaved a hand up towards her head. He stroked her hair softly as she continued to sob.

He had been surprised to see her, in the middle of the street. He had expected her to leave straight to the safe-house and report the ambush. Or at least bring backup, but that thought was scratched up when he saw the dead body Y/N had left on the ground. He was still surprised to see her. Here. Beside her. A small part of his heart believed that she would leave him. Alone and hurt. But, she had stayed to clean up the wound and help him. His heart swelled in his chest as he watched her whimper before him.

"Y/N, look up please." She refused, shaking her head profusely, "Please, baby." He gave her a weak smirk.

"What." she furrowed her brows as a tear fell down her cheek. He stroked her cheek with his thumb, flicking the tear away.

"I love you." he said, looking into her teary eyes, "I always have."

She blinked her eyes, as her chest heaved again, taking in his words. She looked down at his wound, then at the blood-soaked rag, then finally back to his eyes. And she almost felt her heart stop at the profound clarity in his brown eyes. Even though the pain, the fear the meaning was clear. I love you. His eyes said. His mouth said.

She placed her palm on his hand, clutching his fingers and bringing them to her mouth. She kissed his fingers, softly and watched as Tooru flinched at the sudden action.

"I love you too, Tooru Oikawa. Now and always," she muttered against his fingers. "Always." He looked at her, a tear fell from his eye. From that one action, she knew that that was not the answer he had expected.

"I love you," she confessed, louder as she leaned to his face and placed a wet, soft kiss to his cheek.

"I love you," she repeated, pressing another kiss to his other cheek.

"I love you," she said one last time, before placing a long, wet kiss on his own lips.

"Always," he asked, a question still burned in him, in his eyes. Always?

"Promise," she said as she rested her forehead on his. "I promise." He smiled. Genuinely smiled as he leaned back, in relief. Tomorrow was not promised. But this was.