Chimeric [A Chuuya Fanfiction]

Chapter 6.

Chuuya and I arrived back at the Port Mafia's base shortly after leaving the ramen shop. The sun was beginning to set, the air was becoming colder. We walked into the base and were greeted with plenty of security milling about. "Come on Dakota." Chuuya said, heading down a hallway and then straight up some stairs.

"Where are we going?" I asked.

"To my office, so I can show you how to do reports." Chuuya replied, as we continued up the stairs.

"You know, as fun as that sounds, I have other business to attend to." I said, Chuuya stopped and turned around to look at me.

"Oh? And what would that be?" He crossed his arms, full well knowing that I was gonna spout some bullshit. 

I smirked at him, "Drinking until I can't see straight."

"How about a little game." He said, as we continued up the stairs. 

"I'm listening..." I said, we made it up a couple of flights before we started walking down a hallways, lined with doors.

"When we finish a section of the report, we take a shot. And then once we're completely done, we get shitfaced. Because, to be honest with you, after these last couple of days I need to get blackout drunk." Chuuya said as he opened one of the doors toward the end of the hall.

We entered an office, that looked similar to Mori's, there were windows looking out onto the city below, papers neatly stacked on a desk facing the doorway, bookshelves lining the back wall, a sitting area in front of the windows.

"Oh please, you'll be shitfaced after the first two shots." I scoffed, following Chuuya toward his desk.

"Wanna bet? Seeing as how you're even smaller than I am, you'll be gone after one." He smirked, sitting down at his desk. He opened a drawer and pulled out a wine bottle. 

"You just keep that in your desk?" I asked pointing at the bottle.

"Where else would I keep it?" He responded, popping the bottle open. 

"You got glasses in there too?" I came up to his desk, putting my hands down on the table and leaning over toward him, trying to look into the drawer.

"As a matter of fact, I do." He pulled two small shot glasses and set them on the desk.

"What?" I whispered, and then I began to laugh at the ridiculousness of this. I can't believe that Chuuya just keeps a straight up bottle of wine and shot glasses in his desk. Is work really that horrible for him?

"Well? Are you up for it?" Chuuya asked, pouring himself a shot.

"Fine, I'll play your little game." I pushed back from his desk and stood up straight. Chuuya smirked and poured me a shot as well. He pushed it across the desk to me. I picked it up.

"Cheers." He said as he held his shot glass up. I nodded my head and touched my glass to his. We both downed our shots and put the glasses back down. "Alright, come here now." He waved me over to his side of the desk. 

I looked at him a little surprised. "Why?"

He looked up at me, confused. "So I can show you how to do the report... What did you think?" 

"Oh... right." I said, embarrassed. I don't know what I was thinking. It wasn't anything good, really. My mind was wandering, to some places I didn't want it to...

Chuuya narrowed his eyes at me, but waved me over again. I complied and came over to his side of the desk. I leaned over his shoulder watching what he was doing. I could smell his cologne on him, and it was making me weak at the knees. I tried to ignore it and pulled myself out of the thought.