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Note: For those who haven't seen 91 days- Angelo is his real name and Avilio is the alibi.
A certain man, with his signature smile that reminds Angelo of a child's smile (because they say that a child's smile is one of the purest and untainted things in this world right?) and his brown, neatly shapen beard, with deep voice and handsome laugh keeps Angelo awake at night. He is also Angelo's target to kill, the person who took everything away from him and made him a hollow shell, living solely for the purpose of revenge, the revenge that would be completed once Angelo strikes a dagger, or shoots a bullet into his heart.
But he can't... for some unexplainable reason, Angelo can't bring himself to kill him- to kill Nero.
"Hey Avilio! " Nero would say brightly, handing him a cigarette. "Want to smoke with me?"
(Don't talk to me like you've known me for ages, because you don't.)
"Avilio, hey, careful, CAREFUL!! You're going to crash into that tree-
Nero would scream his lungs out everytime Avilio made him dance with Death -thanks to his rash driving, complaining with a "you know I'm never getting in a car that you drive again!" , with a pouty face and anguished voice but the next day when Avilio would sit in the driver's seat, Nero would just join him in the passenger's seat, with his infamous grin.
(Why did you come? Do you seriously want to die?)
Another time Nero had casually put an arm around Avilio, holding him close like any friend would, though he was the Don and Avilio was just someone who worked for him, "You really do have a sweet bone in there, don't you Avilio?"
And Avilio stared at him like he had gone crazy. "Huh?"
Nero simply chuckled, "The Inspector's family, you got them out of the car before it was blasted to smithereens."
Avilio simply shrugged and pulled himself away from the half hug, body tingling.
(Don't call me sweet. I'm the farthest thing away from that.)
Nero let his guard down around Avilio so many times, too many times for Avilio to keep count.
Nero was drunk off his ass, face flushed, voice slurry as he talked about some age old memory. Avilio pretended to listen, but his hands steadily reached out towards the knife that sat in the center of the beef that they were eating. He planned to stab him with it, even as his hands shook.
But then Nero turned to face him, a lopsided grin on his face, " Aren't you drinking Avilio? You had enough already?"
And Avilio couldn't do anything else, as he excused himself with a , "I'm tired, I've already had too much so I'll be going now." The stolen knife sat in his back pocket.
And Angelo could keep listing such events if you asked him to, they were numerous in number and his brain seemed eager to catalog all of them- for what reason, Angelo didn't understand himself.
But Angelo had a plan, and he would execute that tomorrow.
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Angelo's pov
I know that this plan won't fail, it's completely foolproof. Today would be the day that I kill him and avenge my family. Today.
I knocked the door and entered after Nero gave me permission.
"Hey Avilio! Slept well?"
(Don't be so happy to look at me. Please don't. )
I try to hide my distress but my dark circles can't hide themselves, " Kind of."
Nero scrunched his nose at that. "Come on, let me pour you a drink." I sat in my usual spot as Nero gracefully slid a glass of Lawless Heaven across the table.
I pick up the glass, muttering a small "Thanks." Nero simply smiles, and sips his own glass.
After taking a few sips, I put the glass down, steeling my nerves.
(I have to do this today, before I become unable to do it anymore. I have to kill you today.)
"Nero, I need you to do something for me."
My voice comes out steady for once, probably because it's the first time in a while that I'm not lying.
Nero looks at me, a curious expression plastered his face.
"What is it?"
Here it goes - "I need you to kiss me."
(I know you'll never do it, so I'm asking you.)
Nero almost chokes on his drink and sets the glass down with trembling fingers. He then stares right at me, eyes wide and if I look hard enough, I can see an underlying layer of utter shock. His face looks so ridiculous, I can't decide if I want to laugh or cry.
That's good. Hate me.
(Because I don't deserve love.)
Look at me with as much disgust and hate as you can.
(At least then I can try to forget your smiling face. Though I don't know if it'll work or not.)
Nero walks towards me, taking cautious steps as if the ground would swallow him whole if he didn't. I close my eyes when I feel him breathing right next to me, mentally prepared for anything- a slap, a punch to my gut, words of contempt, anything that would tear me apart and never put me back together again.
But what I felt was another pair of lips on mine.
(Why?)
How am I supposed to kill you now?
(Tell me.)
This is written for the 91 days anime / but hero and villain fans, you're free to imagine either of them as a hero or a villain because I think their situation perfectly fits the trope / this anime killed me and this is me trying to get over it by writing about it / idk if it will work though /oh if anyone wants to see this dynamic played out as a hero and villain, let me know.