𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐀𝐫𝐭 𝐨𝐟 𝐏𝐫𝐞𝐭𝐞𝐧𝐝 || Chuuya x reader ✔️

Chapter 1: Six Months Later...

IMPORTANT: One last warning, it could be a bit more violent for the faint of heart. I will put up these warnings on the chapters that have gore scenes. Also if you haven't read 'Partnered with you' I suggest you go read that first because this is a sequel to it. 

Happy reading, and welcome back to the Mafia!

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Steady...

You took a deep breath and fired.

The piercing sound of the bullet echoed as it hit the target standing ten meters away from you. It shook from the impact. You lowered your gun to see it.

Again, far from the bull's eye.

Your shoulders slumped lightly, disappointed at your poor dying skills.

It had been six months since you committed to a mission in your line of work, the final one being with the Port Mafia.

When you were shot in your dominant arm.

When you accepted Mori's invitation to join the organization, you didn't partake in any other mission. Mori convinced you to join with a lot more money than you could imagine holding. Not only that, but he also offered to cover the expenses of treating your bullet wound, which took quite a while to heal.

Being wounded in your dominant arm wasn't the most convenient choice because you couldn't practice shooting like you used to.

After that mission, you were sent to the hospital. It was when Chuuya told about joining the Port Mafia. After you got out of the hospital that week, you picked out your rifle. However, the impact of the weapon on your arm when shooting made the healing process slow down. That's where Mori's offer came in.

So for six months, you only imagined practicing shooting in the huge gray room in Port Mafia. Small guns were okay to practice with as long as you used them with your other hand.

It wasn't the same, so you counted the days until you fully recovered.

On your last appointment, the bandages were removed, and the final scan showed that your arm had completely healed. You went back to the organization first thing and picked up your favorite rifle.

You gazed at the targets standing on the target field and realized that your skills were not the same anymore.

The screeching sound of the door echoed as Chuuya pushed it open; however, the bullets did their best to drown out the screeching door.

You were too focused on the target to notice him. You had your sound-canceling headphones on as you stood behind one of the windows. Chuuya picked up a headphone and stood close to watch you.

Firing one bullet after another, you didn't stop. Chuuya knew you were trying to practice accuracy in sync with speed. He remembered how you shot the men accurately in a short period of time during his first mission with you.

He glanced at the targets that stood in different places in the arena. You were not shooting with the same accuracy as he remembered.

He walked up to you when you wanted to change the weapon. You then noticed him. Picking up a shotgun and placing it on the table, you decided to be the first to break the silence.

"What's up?"

"Just came to check on you," he replied, short and neutral.

You pulled open a drawer and picked up a screwdriver. You then glanced at Chuuya for a second and continued working.