The Mafia's Princess (Dazai x OC x Chuuya)

Chapter Three

*Teru's POV*

"I don't know why they called in backup for a few kids...is the Port Mafia that short staffed?" The gunman said, his gun never leaving our direction. "Or is his Rondo guy not included on the most popular list?" The man added "Wait...Rondo? as in the guy that was restraining Chuuya earlier? That Rondo?" I asked softly, looking at Dazai. "Yes, Rondo is the survivor we came out here to interview." "Hey you old fart...what do you say we save both of us some time." Chuuya said and began walking up to the man. I stuck my hand in my messenger bag, wrapping my hand around the grip of the handgun papa gave me before leaving. "First you shoot then I'll retaliate by blowing your ass over to the next town. After that I'll beat the living shit out of the rest of your men and then we can all call it a day." He finished as Dazai and I meandered up behind him.

"Or...you could simply trick him into giving you information...Let me guess, you're with the G.S.S Tactical team aren't you?" Dazai asked only to have a gun pointed at the back of his head, while the man kept a gun on Chuuya. I pulled the handgun from my bag and pressed the barrel against the back of the mans head. "Do you even know how to shoot that thing, pipsqueak?" Chuuya asked "Yeah...you pull the trigger and it shoots. And stop calling me pipsqueak, You may be drop dead gorgeous but I will still pummel that beautiful face into the dirt!" I shouted angrily before realizing what I said. "Are you threatening him...or complimenting him, Teru?" Dazai asked. "Would you three just shut up...don't think I'll go easy on you just because you're kids!" The man shouted, obviously annoyed with our antics. "Heh, show us what'cha got...old fart." Chuuya smirked and pressed his forehead against the gun.

The man ended up dropping the small that was pointed at Dazai's head before he himself fell to the ground. "Y-you're Chuuya Nakahara of the sheep gang...so it was true that you fell into the hands of the Port Mafia." This pissed Chuuya off. I watched as Chuuya stomped the man's face into the ground before he yelled at him and I found myself mentally wishing he'd step on me. 'Why am I having these thoughts?!' I internally screamed "You are so amazing..." Dazai said breaking me from my dirty thoughts. "Says the guy who was standing there doing nothing..." "I'll have you know I was gathering information from the communicator I swiped off our new friend. Just so you know...he wasn't lying, it looks like he does have some back up coming." Dazai explained as Chuuya and I approached him. "You only end up creating more work for yourself when you act so impulsively..." He sighed as he dropped the communicator.

Before anything else could be said the sound of heavy footsteps and guns being cocked caused us to turn around. Nine more of those G.S.S guys had arrived and surrounded us. "Care to join your superior on the ground?" Chuuya patronized. "Fire, That shrimp is Chuuya Nakahara, The gravity manipulator!" Dazai quickly pushed me behind him, shielding me from the hailstorm of bullets, getting grazed on the cheek in the process. I took a deep breath trying to calm my now jittery nerves. "Did you just call me a shrimp, you asshole? I'm only Fifteen years old...I'm still growing, damnit!" Chuuya grumbled as he sent the bullets from earlier hurling back at the enemies. Watching him fight was like watching a feral animal catch its prey. I watched as Dazai picked up the gun that the G.S.S Captain had dropped while Chuuya began questioning one of the men. "It's over. Now tell us the reason you attacked us." He demanded "What do you know about Arahabaki?"

"I guess we'll have to wait for our teams investigation report..." Chuuya sighed when the man remained silent. "How unfortunate for you..." Dazai said in a soft, dark tone that almost frightened me. "Does it hurt? It's a shame it's too late to save you...and you won't be dead for at least another five minutes or so. That's five minutes of brutal suffering...I wouldn't be able to stand it." I wanted to say something but I just stayed quiet. "I could end your suffering right now, using this gun, if that's what you prefer...you should say yes, while you can still talk." "Yes...shoot me..." The man rasped after a moment. Dazai rose to his feet and took aim but instead of firing a single shot he just kept firing as a crazed look spread over his features. "This is more than you deserve..." Dazai said softly before Chuuya kicked the gun out of his hand. "There's no need to keep shooting a dead body..." Chuuya chastised as I picked up the gun as it skid to a stop at my feet and stuffed it in my bag along with the one Papa gave me. "You're right...absolutely...What you're saying is probably correct, that would be the normal way of thinking."