Two days passed since the alliance had taken down the last of the competition for the city and you were finally starting to figure out a new game plan.

Hayate had checked you out the morning after and was very surprised to find nothing had broken but you had a couple cracked ribs. You had already figured the damage wasn't all that extensive passed the splotchy purples and yellows now covering your skin. After seeing him, the gang wanted to throw a party to better your mood but you decided to stay in your apartment instead. Socializing was not high on your list of priorities as of right now.

Kid kept his distance, understanding you needed some space to work things out while Killer hovered constantly. His intentions were good but you weren't wanting to deal with a babysitter.

Clover was good company though. The cat spent much of her time curled up in your lap as you watched mindless shows to kill the silence and help you think. She'd purr away as you'd absentmindedly stroke her fur, not really focusing on the TV or anything else going on around you really, just your thoughts.

Killer tried getting you to talk more about what had happened but you insisted you were fine and didn't need to discuss it further. The truth was, no matter what you'd say, he'd be sure to counter it by saying things would be better soon. He didn't provide any real solution and you weren't about to fish for one that wasn't there.

You loved him, but this wasn't something he knew how to deal with. Killing had been a part of his life for so long that not taking a life was almost a foreign concept to him. And that applied to the entire gang. You could go to them for literally anything but this, it was something you had to work through by yourself.

And you did.

It took up until the night before the next big move, but you had finally figured out what you needed to do. The next day, everyone was supposed to gather at the very same beach that had their first meeting at. It was going to be set up to look like another big party, a celebration for reaching their goal, but the Kid gang would take down the other two and claim the city as their own instead. Simple, sweet, and to the point. Of course the plan revolved around you taking on a large portion of their numbers, like always. That was a theme you noticed, you did a lot of the heavy lifting.

But it was a shame that you wouldn't be there to ensure their victory this time. Or any time past that.

You'd mulled it over again and again in your head, thought of every possible solution until you were sure this one would truly benefit everyone involved. Whether they agreed with that or not would be up for debate, but it would ensure less bloodshed.

You were leaving the Kid gang. Tonight.

Killer slept peacefully beside you, an arm tossed around your waist and his face nestled into the crook of your neck. You still loved him and probably always would but you couldn't stay either, even for him. You valued your relationship too much to let it fall apart and you were positive that was exactly what was happening. It was better to cut it off now, you'd rather do that than watch it change for the worst. He had always been loyal to Kid and if helping him achieve his goals meant you had to be more of a tool than a member of the gang or his lover, that's what you'd be. He didn't recognize that was what things were becoming, but you did.

That being said, you still felt he could have done more to make things work between you two. When you were hurting, his answer was always things would be better after the next job. He strung you along into believing things would get better in hopes that you'd stick it out. Maybe things would if you stayed but you couldn't suffer through longer to wait and see. It was causing you more harm than good.

And you'd always been there for him. Hell, you gave up your old life to join the gang. Though you had little, you left what you knew behind to cater to his way of life. It was only now that you decided you'd given too much. What you'd done had changed who you thought you were in a way that still didn't sit well with you. The worst part of it all was you were sure if asked, you'd do it all again.

You combed your fingers through his long blonde locks, smiling when he nuzzled in closer. His breath warmed your skin and made your heart ache.

Killer wasn't a bad partner, he loved you in his own special way and that made this all the harder. That's why you lingered.

There was a packed bag sitting in the closet, practically in plain sight, waiting for you to take it. You had all the basic necessities in it, clothes, money, a picture of you two together. The phone he bought you would be left behind along with just about everything else of yours. All you'd take is the bag and Clover, she was your cat after all.

As for where you'd go, you weren't sure yet, but it'd be far from this city, that much you knew. Maybe if you went far enough, you'd find a place where no one knew your face or your name. Maybe you could change yourself up, hide in plain sight until people forgot who you were.

"I'm sorry." You whispered to Killer. He was too far into his rest for your quiet words to wake him. "I'm sorry I'm not as strong as I thought I was. I can't keep up with this, we can't keep up with this. I know it's a stretch, but I hope you don't hate me when you wake up."

With that, you slid out from under him. There were a couple things you had to do before leaving. First you started with pulling on some clothes. It would've been suspicious for you to go to bed dressed but then again, if he was oblivious to the fully packed bag sitting in the shared closet, he probably would've been oblivious to this as well.

Once dressed, you carefully pulled your bag from the closet and crept out of the room to place it by the front door. Clover watched you from her spot on the kitchen counter, eyes glowing in the eerie way cats eyes did, tail flicking back and forth. You held a finger to your lips, motioning for her to be quiet like she'd somehow understand the action before whispering to her.

"Almost ready, just gotta do one more thing."

You slid around behind the counter and snagged a pen and pad of paper from one of the drawers. There was the slightest sounds of you scrawling your note on it before you padded back into the bedroom, setting the paper, your phone, and a small wad of cash on your side of the bed. The note was simple, straightforward, and would hopefully keep him from looking for you.

Everything was done. All you had to do was put on your shoes and leave. It didn't mean that'd be easy to do though.

You fought the urge to cry as you bent over him, brushing your lips to his quickly before pulling away. You'd lingered long enough.

Clover had followed you into the room and you scooped her up as you headed for the door. She curled up in your arms, having no problem being toted around. She'd be patient with you and tolerate this until you'd gotten some distance between you and this place.

You pulled your shoes on, shouldered your bag, and opened the front door. The hall was empty, nothing but the quiet hum of the air conditioner going. Everyone was hidden away in their rooms with it being the very early hours of morning. It was too late at night for any of them to be up still and too early for anyone to be getting ready for the day. The perfect time to leave.

Just to be safe though, you took the stairs, creeping down them slowly to lessen the echo your footsteps made. Clover stayed silent the whole time, stifling her meows, like she knew you needed her silence. Things went well until you got to the main floor and were almost to the door.

"(Y/n)?" A groggy Hayate called to you from the common room.

When you looked in, he was slumped into a couch, like he'd fallen asleep there. You'd forgotten about his sleeping habits. On nights when he couldn't get to sleep, he'd come down here to relax until he could and tonight happened to be another one of the night's he had just that problem.

"What're you doing?" He was waking up fast, taking in the the sight of the bag slung over your shoulder and cat in hand. Lying would be pointless.

"Leaving."

"What, why?"

"I'm not cut out for this and you know it."

"Why don't we talk about it?"

"There's nothing to talk about. I'm no good with this kind of work and I'm leaving before Kid or Killer notice."

"(Y/n), please. If you leave...."

"Things go back to how they were before me. Don't act like it'll be a big deal." You huffed and started off towards the door again.

"If you step out, if you leave, I'll have to get Kid."

"I'm not a prisoner Hayate. I'm allowed to leave."

"Kid said if you ever were to leave, we're supposed to either stop you or warn him."

You sighed. How stupid were you to think Kid wouldn't take action to you leaving? He worked Killer to the bone to get to you.

"Let's just talk about this, I'm sure we can figure something out." He said.

"If we talk you won't tell Kid about this?"

"It'll be our secret."

You turned back around and entered the room, watching the relief flood into his eyes. Under that, was the fading fear of what would have happened to him if you had left. You decided to stay standing behind the couch, clutching your things close.

"What's got you ready to run for the hills?" He asked.

"Things aren't how I thought they were. Kid warmed up to me so I'd feel okay staying and Killer....I love him but he puts the gang first. When I felt I needed him most, all he could tell me was to wait for things to get better. I'm done waiting Hayate. Too much has gone wrong for me."

"I swear, after tommorow, we'll be in the clear. Things aren't always this hectic, you know this."

You shook your head, letting out a bitter chuckle. "I don't know why I expected a different answer."

"What do you want me to tell you? I'm not in charge (Y/n), I have about as much sway with the rules as you do."

"It's not exactly you." Tears welled up and spilled down your face before you could stop them. "I just wanted someone, anyone, to care about me more than a damn job."

Before he could open his mouth again, you swung your bag around, hitting him square in the jaw. It was heavy and bulky enough to knock him out like you hoped it would. You stood there, tears dripping onto the carpet as you readjusted and hugged Clover close. He would be out for a while. You had time to leave the city at least before the whole gang knew you were gone.

With that goal in mind, you left with a heavy heart.

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Killer woke that morning with a content sigh. The fight to end the struggle for the city wouldn't be until that evening and he was glad both of you got to sleep in. He rolled over to search for you, only to find a small pile of things in your place.

The pad of paper from the kitchen, your phone, and money.

He sat up and scanned the room. "(Y/n)?"

Silence.

With that he reached for the paper, reading the note. It was quick, a single sentence in fact. But he understood what it meant.

Forget about Blue.

But it wasn't until he read the bottom portion, hastily added, that it sunk in.

The cash is for the phone bill.

That was something that never stopped bothering you, him paying for your phone.

The paper slid out of his hands and back into the sheets. You'd left and he'd never felt more hurt.

There was a banging at the door and somehow, he knew exactly what it was about. He collected himself and threw off the sheets, struggling to get into a pair of jeans as he went to answer the door.

When he opened it, a furious Kid and a very nervous looking Hayate stood there.

"She's fucking gone!" Kid spat.

"I know." Killer answered, a dismal tone to his voice. "She left a note."

"S-so what do we do know?" Hayate asked, eyes flicking between the two men.

They were all silent, but not for long. Killer knew he had to answer this one.

"We stick to the plan and take the city."

"So we're forgetting about her?"

No one answered that. But that was simply because no one had a real answer. You'd left and that was that. Kid might want you back but could he force you to stay? Killer definitely did, but if you left.....well, there was nothing he could do.

"We're taking the city." Killer repeated. "That's all that matters now."

He didn't mean it but that's what he got for letting himself get so attached to a woman.

Heartbreak.

(A/n)
I didn't tell you guys I'm a sucker for a good tragedy and oh boy did this story turn into one. I realized when I'd gotten further into it that everything was going too well and that just didn't sit well with me as a writer. I hope this tugged your heartstrings some and if you're annoyed at this ending on such a sad note, don't be! I think this story deserves a second part sometime in the future so who knows what might happen~