TW: Gore, Cursing, Death
SW: (N/A)
RI: Chuuya Nakahara~-•-~
Figures crept outside under the moon, their faces obscured by the night. An almost half-asleep person rested their head in their hands, watching these people pass them from behind one of the many windows in the cafe they were currently working in. They stood behind a marble counter, a large glass case nearby displaying all the small pastries the cafe had to offer. Above them was a board listing all of their drinks.
The person let out a deep sigh. Currently, they had conflicted feelings on whether or not to close the cafe for the night, or to keep it open due to their friend's request.
In Yokohama, nighttime was dangerous. At this time, members from dangerous organizations carried out their dirty work. No one was safe on these streets, not at this ungodly hour.
Suddenly, the ring of a bell cut through the person's thoughts, signaling that someone had just entered the small cafe. The person, believing that it was their friend, turned to smile and greet them. But the people standing at the cafe's door weren't even close to the barista's friend.
These people were dressed in black, and a mask with goggles hid their entire face except for their nose. They wore a hat over their heads, concealing their hair as well. In all of their hands were shiny metal pistols, each one aimed at the barista.
"I hope you don't mind we barged in," one of them, a man, spoke. His voice was as scratchy as sandpaper. "I apologize for ruining your night, but we've come to collect you or kill you. Your choice."
"Damn..." the barista sighed, walking around the counter, the people in black moving their guns along with their movements. "That threat was just sad. You really need some work on that."
"We don't have time for this," the man scowled, "choose or we'll automatically have no choice but to shoot: your return to the organization or your death."
"Stop seeing things all black and white," the barista sighed, "don't you know? There are so many other colors. Likewise, there are many ways things can play out in life. I guess that's what makes life so interesting for some of us at least." Suddenly, their face changed completely. Their eyes turned dark and their mouth curved into a smirk. "How about I don't go with you or die. Instead, I think I'll just kick all of your asses and send you back crying for your mommas."
"Alright, guys!" The man yelled, "open fire!
Before they even could raise their guns, the barista had already begun their attack. "Ability: Crystalize! Katana!"
In the blink of an eye, a sword appeared in the person's hands, and they swiped down with it onto the guns. They chopped the guns in half with ease, shocking their attackers. Then they pointed the crystal sword at the throat of the person who had spoken to them moments before. "I would prefer not to get blood all over the cafe. My friend is coming over soon, and he has no clue about how dangerous a person I actually am. So would you mind running along for me before he arrives?"
"Knowing your background, you already know this is a do-or-die mission, you know how they are better than any of us," the man exclaimed, "either way, we'll die. Might as well make it hard for you in the process."
"Well then... try not to scream much," the ability-user muttered, eyes clouded over with an incomprehensible emotion. "Ability: True Strike!"
In one swift motion, they stabbed the man in his throat, blood spurting out of his mouth. He tried to scream, but found that he couldn't use his vocal chords. He soon fell to the ground, writhing on the floor as he died.
As the man bled out in agony, his killer looked at everyone else, a clear look of disgust at the scene playing out in front of them on their face. "Please don't tell me I'll have to do the same thing to all of you as well. As I said before, there aren't only two paths for you to take here. I'll allow you to run away if you'd like."
A man spoke up and asked, "you have multiple abilities?"
"You're shocked? You were the ones who did this to me after all. You're the reason I am the monster you see before you," they snarled before pointing their sword at the man who had just spoken up. "So have you all made your decision? Those who want to leave, get up and do so now."
All of them got up, rushing out faster than seemingly humanly possible. "Ah, I should've expected that," the barista lightly chuckled, before looking back at the body at their feet. "Now, how to clean this up quickly..."
Suddenly, a loud ping broke through the eerie silence, causing the barista to quickly grab their phone out from their jacket pocket. Displayed on the screen was a text from the very friend they had been waiting for.
Chuu: Hey (Y/N), sorry but something came up in work, so I actually can't come to the cafe tonight either. I'll try to make it tomorrow though! Have a nice night!
The barista, (Y/N) (L/N), simply sighed in response. "I guess I should at least be thankful he won't see this huge mess..."
Then they looked back at the body behind them, blood pooling out of the corpse's mouth. "Oh Kimikage," (Y/N) sighed, talking as if the figure from their dark past was standing there, watching, witnessing this gruesome scene. In reality, nothing was there but (Y/N)'s own thin shadow. "When will you ever learn? If you want to stop me from running, you'll have to send far better dogs than that..."
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(A/N): Hello everyone!! I hope you enjoyed the prologue! I know it's kinda crappy, but I decided to post it anyways because to be honest it ain't getting any better...
This chapter was made to sort of introduce (Y/N)'s character and hint at their backstory, but since I know most of you aren't here for their backstory and you're here because you're a simp, I added in a little bit of Chuuya.
Weekly song recommendation: "Partners in Crime" by Set It Off
Also I swear the next chapter will be longer and it'll include more moments with the main cast of love interests for (Y/N). It'll also be better written. Nonetheless, I hope you all enjoy the story and don't forget to vote, comment, and maybe follow if you really liked it!
Everyone have a nice day/night!!
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