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...
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A/N - I highly recommend that you press play on the song above and let it run throughout this chapter! ;)
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The next thing you knew—Chuuya was riding his motorcycle on the side of the fucking building; continuing vertically upwards so that all you could see coming towards you was the charcoal sky; an endless, cavernous ocean of black opening up to the two of you like a vortex; ready to engulf you and send you to another dimension.
You had been watching way too many Fantasy and Sci-Fi shows recently.
Chuuya was glowing bright red—he had just activated his ability, hence why he had told you not to touch any part of his skin just in case the ability had transferred to you, which meant that you'd ultimately be the one leading him vertically upwards, and because you were such an unpredictable person—the last thing Chuuya wanted to do was risk your safety. And his. Especially his.
This was beyond terrifying. It was thrilling, yes. Exciting, yes. But terrifying all the same. Your stomach dipped like a tilt-a-whirl, and instead of tasting the sweet, crispy air, all you could taste was your hair running wildly in the wind and blowing back in your face.
Your heart dropped to your stomach—or your stomach dropped to your heart, right now, you had no fucking idea because the two of you were practically upside down. This wasn't quite the Spider-Man moment you had in mind.
You wanted to scream, loudly, but your scream would have only gotten lost amidst the wind. The ringing in your ears was constant—and your heart was pounding in your chest like the thundering hooves of a thousand wild stallions. The wind slamming into your face was causing your eyes to sting and water as if someone was cutting a million onions right in front of you—and you had no other choice but to screw them shut. You pressed your face into his back; your body, mind and soul running on pure fear and apprehension, with the faintest hint of adrenaline coursing through your veins. This entire experience felt like a more intense version of a rollercoaster ride, except on a rollercoaster, you knew what to expect. On a rollercoaster, you could easily anticipate the drop, but this—this was something else. This was something you couldn't predict, nor anticipate, nor expect.
And then it was over, or at least, you thought it was. Even though you could feel that the two of you were now at somewhat of a standstill—your eyes remained shut. You felt dizzy; the world spinning below you, around you, above you—so you weren't too sure if your brain was deceiving you into believing that you'd stopped when you actually hadn't. You were deathly afraid to open your eyes, afraid that if you had opened them, you'd be forced to look down and see that you were still driving up the side of a building. Your arms remained tightly wrapped around Chuuya's waist, and it wasn't until you felt the warmth of his leather gloves over your hands did you realise that the two of you really had stopped.
