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A/N - I highly recommend that you press play on the song above and let it run throughout this chapter! ;)
Running.
There was a thrill to being chased by dozens of armed guards, while also trying to navigate your way through the dark, wearing a long ass dress and heels. You kept one hand on the slit of your dress the entire time as Dazai had held your other hand—the two of you running down the elongated hallway together; unable to see where the hell you were going, but that was okay, because you knew that Dazai had this place perfectly mapped out in his mind—so really, you were just following his lead the entire time.
You felt totally badass as the two of you had turned sharp corners every few minutes and continued running; like the lead hero and heroine running away from the bad guys in an action movie. The Port Mafia building felt like a fucking maze. You had no idea where the hell Dazai was taking you, all you could seem to hear right now was the cacophony of your own heartbeat, the rushing stampede of heavy, leering footsteps inching dangerously close to you from behind, and the hushed sound of Dazai's erratic breathing as he held onto your hand tightly—afraid that if he let go, he might lose you forever.
Dazai knew this estate better than they did, those pigs were just trained men in uniforms, and they definitely did not have a mind of their own. They were weighed down with guns, batons and electrical stun devices, all of them were useless unless they got a clear shot, which they wouldn't. Dazai had made sure of that.
"I think we've lost them," Dazai said, pausing momentarily to try and catch his billowing breath. You paused alongside him, doubling over as you placed your hands on your knees and tried to steady your erratic breathing. You could no longer hear the armed men, which meant that you must have finally lost them after running for what had literally felt like an eternity. Or so you thought. "Are you okay?"
Were you?
"I'm fine...I think." You answered truthfully as if you were under some kind of oath, even though you felt like your breath was running away from you, and you also felt like your legs were about to give way at any given moment now. These heels were literally murdering your feet. These heels were your worst enemy and your best friend. When you suddenly heard the cacophonous footsteps of the loud, angry men ricocheting off the walls, heading your direction, your heart started beating ten times faster and the adrenaline demanded that you run, right now, no delay. Oh God. Not again. At a time like this, you genuinely wished that you had decided to use your brain and wear shoes that were sensible but, unfortunately for you, these babies were three inches high. You couldn't exactly bring yourself to take them off or throw them away either, purely due to the fact that it made you feel like a bad bitch and added to the dangerous allure of this entire situation. "Fucking hell. Can we never catch a break around here?"
