A book in which you, the infamous ability stealer, are the newest member of the Port Mafia and as witty as they come. Being the constant centre of attention, you have managed to catch the eye of the notorious young executive; Chuuya Nakahara, but no...
Oops! This image does not follow our content guidelines. To continue publishing, please remove it or upload a different image.
▀▀▀▀▀▀▀▀▀▀▀▀▀▀▀▀▀▀▀▀
"Can you like...not?" You chided as you felt the tip of the silver gun poking the back of your head. You were currently being guided down a long, dark hallway by the annoying, rude redhead who decided that people's personal space was suddenly not of any importance. There were at least twenty armed men all suited and booted currently surrounding you—you assumed they were the Port Mafia's honorary guards. You had no idea why the hell you had to be escorted to the boss' office in such a dramatic and unnecessary manner—but truthfully, it amused you, it made you feel like a bad bitch.
"Can you shut up?" You couldn't actually see his face right now since he was currently walking behind you with a gun pointed at you the entire time, but you could literally see the chagrin written all over his pallid face with the metaphorical eyes in the back of your head. Walking five steps ahead of you was Akutagawa—his long black trench coat trailing airily behind him like a loyal dog. He was pretty silent for the most part, but occasionally he would cough into his hand that was balled into a fist.
"Make me."
Chuuya fell astoundingly silent after you said this, which you knew he would—if only he could see the massive grin spread across your face right now.
You could peer all the way to the end of the hallway, to the barely illuminated double doors that must have led into the infamous office. The few dim lights scattered across the hallway left on overnight reflected off the freshly waxed tiles. This was certainly an intimidating, ominous place to be. The reverbs and echoes from your light footsteps made you feel uneasy. You felt strangely exposed, with no room to duck into, no stairs to take. You had no idea why you were being escorted to the boss' office. You just had to focus on those dark double doors at the end of the elongated hallway that felt like it was never ending.
Akutagawa abruptly halted in front of you—causing the rest of you to also simultaneously stop behind him like a long row of cars in front of a traffic light that had just turned red. The man immediately whirled around and stared into your eyes. You noticed his eyes first, since this was the first time that you were actually getting a proper good look at him. In those grey eyes was a well set foundation, as if he was quite concrete about all that really mattered, which was probably all the things that only mattered to the creatures of the night, the people who were morally indifferent to good and evil. It strangely intrigued you. His type of eyes were the ones you were always thrilled to see; darkness surrounding and constraining any individual who had that look, that look that told you they were a product of sheer toxicity.
"We're here." The man stated in a baritone voice. He turned around again as he outstretched his arms and dramatically opened the heavy double doors without knocking. He marched inside like a soldier, and the rest of you followed suit.
