Stop Using Me {suna x uke male}

Chp: 2

(M/N) was shoved into a giant office, 'Damn and I thought I was stealthy...' (M/N) pouted slightly at that attempt to get in. Key word... ATTEMPT. Well, his attempt did work, but they didn't need to know.

Sadly, he was 'caught', and now he is in the enemy's office. Staring down the boss, who thinks he's scary, but he's really not. (M/N) could take him.

"How did you find us?" He asked, breaking the tense silence.

"Wasn't hard. Actually it was very simple, people may not look for the obvious hidden mansions, but I'm not people. Besides I've been doing my research." (M/N) shrugged.

The two-toned black and white haired male, Kita, looked at him with a blank expression, "Kill him." He bluntly said. His eyes not wavering from the shorter male's (E/C) eyes.

(M/N) kept a neutral face, even if the two people who brought him here, Aran and Koda, were pointing a gun to his head. "Fine, I guess you'll never know the secrets of... what I know..." (M/N) was having a hard time finding the right words, "Of this Mafia called the 'Deadly Dragons'." The shorter male's heart began pumping, he just said his Mafia.

"Wait." The male sitting in a chair rose his hand up, making the gun holders stop moving, "Keep him alive. Take him to the training ground and gather everyone up. We will test his ability."

"Yes sir!" The two responded.

"Oh, and by the way, I'm Kita. That is Aran," He pointed to my right, "And on the left is Koda."

"(M/N)." He said, even though he already knew their names.

With that, Aran and Koda showed (M/N) the way out. Leading him to the training ground, where everyone was already gathered at. (M/N) looked at everyone, saying their names in his head. Picking out who was the weakest by their appearance and how they shivered underneath his stare. But they continued to walk, they wouldn't be testing (M/N)'s abilities here just yet.

Kita on the other hand, was contacting his right hand man to get back with his squad as soon as possible. He would have to fight the newbie, to determine (M/N)'s real strength. Luckily, his right hand man wasn't on a serious mission. It didn't need much attention, so they should be getting here in no time.

"So, Koda, Aran, what will I be doing first?"

"Aiming, your shooting, gun control, all that."

A small smirk reached the thin lips of the main character, but it quickly disappeared when he remembered his bosses words.

"Oh and one more thing..."

(M/N) turned to his boss to listen, "Go on."

"When it comes to shooting, fail." He lifted his hand up before (M/N) could protest, "Quiet boy. I haven't said my reasoning." (M/N) nodded to his boss, Alizer, "At some point we will need you back on our side to shoot. If they know you have good aim-"

"They could easily get used to my fighting style, my range and my shooting. And counter attack it without fault." (M/N) finished.

To which, Alizer only nodded at his prize pupil, his son. So happy to know that (M/N) was just as smart as what he makes himself out to be.

(M/N) rubbed the back of his neck, "I've always had to work on shooting. But I'm way better at hand-to-hand combat and throwing knives... and hacking into places, you know, all that stuff... besides aiming a gun." (M/N) 'nervously' chuckled.

Koda looked at him and slightly smiled, "Don't worry. I'm sure we can find somewhere for you." He patted (M/N)'s head.

(M/N) nodded, and looked ahead. The rest of the way was silent, until they stopped in front of a regular door. Aran opened up the door and the shortest of the three's mouth was wide open.

The room was huge.

"Well I'll be damned, this whole place is set up. Almost like they knew I was coming." (M/N) mumbled.

He walked to the table that held the weapons and picked up the gun, he loaded it with the appropriate amount of bullets, taking the safety off and walking to the targets.

His hands clenched the gun, he didn't necessarily like the feeling of this gun. He wanted his own, but of course, he had to prove he was weak in those skills.

"I thought you said you couldn't use a gun?" Aran eyed him.

"Hm?" (M/N) looked at them with a blank expression, "You got it twisted mate. I said I couldn't aim, I never said anything about that, I know how a gun works. I'm not stupid."

(M/N) turned back around and took a deep breath, grimacing at the next thoughts ringing across his head, 'Alright (M/N). You can fail, you got this. Your father is smart.' (M/N) slightly growled to himself, 'This is bullshit. How am I supposed to fail? I've never missed a target in all my life?'

"Well? What are you waiting for?" Aran asked.

(M/N) glared at the rude, annoying boy. "Oh I don't know... a fucking invitation." (M/N) rolled his eyes and looked back at his target.

'He never said I couldn't fail all the time.' (M/N) stuck his tongue out and put his hand on the trigger.

He was ready to fire, but he still had to look around a bit. How could he just fail?

What if I closed my eyes? No, they would see.

(M/N) shook his head.

"You're lying, you know how to use it." Aran crossed his arms.

"No!" (M/N) snapped, "I just don't like you looking at me." He snarled, turning around mumbling to himself. "And besides, it's very embarrassing to miss when being tested on your skills." He stated, clicking his tongue.

He had to bite the inside of his cheek from saying anymore to Aran, irritation creeping up from still feeling Aran's eyes on him.

I'll just get this over with. Can't be that bad, right? It should be simple.