This life just wasn't meant for me

WARNING: violence, suicide

"I can give you all my money! I will do anything you want!" Jiro pleaded desperately as he stared at his former superiors helplessly.

"You think money can buy you out? Don't be a fool!" Kazuo chuckled mockingly.

"Let him go, I'll do anything! Anything you want, just please, let him go!" Jiro shouted, despair twisted in his face as heavy tears ran down his cheeks.

"Jiro..."

The white-haired one flinched at the sound of his name and turned to see his beloved. He looked wide-eyed in horror as a rough rope was wrapped tightly around Natsuo's neck, choking off his breath.

At the same time, the yakuza tossed the rope around the sturdy branch above and prepared to lift him up.

"I'll do better next time. We'll be friends and I won't let anyone bully you," Natsuo said and mustered a broken smile, but the corners of his lips quivered.

"No uncles, no yakuzas. Let's live a better life," he continued with a slight wheeze.