Passionate {Kai Chisaki x Fem!Reader}

Wrong

!Author comment!
I re-did the first two chapters to fit with how the rest of the story will be hopefully written. So that's why the first two chapters are different from how they used to be.

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It was beaten into her skull by her dad -when he was alive- to never get included in a problem that didn't concern her, while her mom taught her to do the exact opposite of that. Normally, she would have always listened to her dad but when she got her job as a journalist the more she took her mom's advice and got involved in things that she honestly shouldn't have. It had become a habit and she found herself doing it more often in her daily life. (Y/n) (L/n), that was her name, she worked for a well-known news organization and got paid quite a lot to snoop around and get herself in some trouble with authorities. Sometimes it even got you in trouble with villains if you were lucky enough.

It was Tuesday, April twelfth, which also meant it was (Y/n)'s day off. She was walking around a park, it was short cut to a restaurant that she was supposed to meet her friend at for lunch. While walking, she passed a shadier part of the park something caught her eye making her turn her head. It was quite shiny, it was also attached to a tall, lanky, person. Arms, robotic prosthetic arms. Another thing that caught her attention was a beat-up, buff, blond man with a little girl -who she assumed was his daughter- with white hair put behind him in a very protective way.

Maybe (Y/n) should've called someone before deciding to go up to find out more about what was happening. But she didn't. Which was probably the most idiotic thing she had done, and she knew it.

(Y/n) woke up on cold tile, a little light coming from cracks in what she guessed was the door. From what she saw, the room was empty and small. Too small. It made her feel nauseous.

She crawled towards the door and looked underneath the very tiny crack between the door and the floor. There was a soft light that flickered now and then. She got up off the floor and started feeling the door for a handle. When her hand found the handle and tried to turn it she found out it was unsurprisingly locked. What else did she expect?

Instead of just sitting around and waiting to see if someone would come to get her or give her food, she decided to scream. Most of it was to see if someone would open the door, but it was also out of frustration.

No one went to open the door, no matter how many times she shouted. At this point, she decided to give it up for a while. (Y/n) backed away from the door and sat down with her back to the wall on her right.

"Dammit!" she spoke under her breath, "This is my fault! I shouldn't have done anything, but I did, now look at where I'm at!"

Her mind went back to what had happened which she assumed was yesterday. She remembers it so vividly, it's almost crazy that she didn't recognize his silhouette. She had done a news report on him and yet couldn't recognize him at all.

Why hadn't the public been informed of a security breach at an extremely high-security prison? That is something that should be released to everyone!

"The second I am out of here I am going to write the longest report ever," She paused for a second, "Obviously after getting help, I'm not completely stupid."

The truth is, (Y/n) is quite possibly the dumbest person to date if she really thinks that she can get out of here.