Two dominant assholes ~ Niragi x fem o/c

SIXTEEN: ABORT MISSION

I've had the shittest week in the history of shit weeks, and just logged on to 43 notifs, read through them, and now I'm really happy so thank you, you guys 😭🫶🏼
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I'm honestly so sick of this man.

Smiling bitterly down at the floor, I turn slowly with the cards in one hand. Niragi's pointing his gun at me, one eyebrow raised, standing in the middle of the doorway. Craning my neck I see the empty hallway behind him. He came alone..?

"Why are you here?" I ask passive-aggressively as he starts pacing towards me.

I shuffle so I'm standing behind the sofa, but press my lips together in the realisation that I can't even run; my makeshift crutches are still leant against the wall. I rub my brow in exasperation.

"You're not really in any position to be asking that." Niragi scoffs.

He walks around the edge of the sofa so we're face to face, and I jump a little backwards - making sure my leg doesn't hit the floor and explode in pain - because, as much as I hate to admit it, this greasy rat does intimidate me. I wouldn't be able to take him in a fight on my best day, with no injuries, let alone now with one useful leg.

I could take him though...
Dear Lord someone get me some holy water-

Now withholding a smirk, I look up to meet his eyes. I'm balanced on one leg, flamingo-core (someone get me a fucking medal this shit isn't easy), so as he leans forward and presses his gun against my chest, I almost topple over.

Please, please, please let my militant status protect me.

"My hearts on the left, asshole!" I grab the end of the gun, palms sweating, and boldly place it directly above my racing heart, "At least know where to shoot, for fucks sake!"

His eyebrows scrunch together, then his face relaxes into the same taunting smile, "Sorry, I was just distracted by your hideously attractive face," he tilts his head to one side, a strand of hair slipping free from his hairdo.

I swear, my heart stops. My breathing stops. My brain is so overwhelmed it shuts down.

He's just trying to get into your pants, He's just trying to get into your pants.

I take a shaky breath in. And out.

Then I grab the gun and swing it to one side of me as it goes off, firing into the wall behind me. Niragi gasps in shock, smile slipping off his face as I kick him in the balls with my booted foot.

He keels over, groaning deeply, and I snatch the gun out of his loose fingers, wildly pointing it at him, not knowing how the hell to operate it even though he's shown me before. Sometimes information just goes into my brain, then slips back out - like a sieve.

Pain is flooding up my leg now, crashing through my nerves because I had to stand on it briefly to achieve the whole kicking-in-the-balls. Totally worth it though.

He's crouched now, completely at my mercy.

I'm quite enjoying this.

"On the sofa now, Niragi." I demand.

He glares up at me, mutters something, and slowly sits on the plush sofa.

I smile, "good."

Gripping tightly onto the cards and keeping the gun vigorously trained on him, i back away, limping.

What am I supposed to do now??
Maybe I should just get out of here and find Chishiya.
He'll know what to do.

Since I don't have room in my hands to walk on the crutches as well as handle a clunky gun, I'll leave them in the room with this disgustingly gorgeous guy.

I limp backwards out of the door, not breaking eye contact with Niragi, who's now looking at me with an amused expression.

"Don't try to come out. I'll shoot you." I warn him, but his smile just widens.

I then shut the door and look down the intimidatingly long hallway ahead. Crap.

Sighing heavily, I start hopping, the carpeted floor muffling my singular footstep.

This is ridiculous. I must look so goofy right now, hopping along with a deck of playing cards and an assault rifle.

I could almost laugh at myself.

About ten meters have gone by, the longest ten meters in my life, and I have to stop. Sweat is already pooling under my armpits and dampening my hair. I sit against the wall to rest my leg, then set the gun and cards down and take two hair ties off my wrist.

I always keep three hair ties on me, for emergencies, and now I'm thanking my past self as I hurriedly scrape my thick strands back into two stubby pigtails to keep it out of my face.

I scratch an itch on my arm, then look back at hatter's room. I get a little jumpscare seeing Niragi peeking through a gap in the door at me, and push myself back up, wielding the gun and cards again.

I point the gun right at him, "Hey dickhead, I said stay in there!" I yell.

I hear a faint laugh as the door shuts again.

Frustration at the current predicament I'm in builds up in me, and I furrow my eyebrows, tightening my grip on both my items.

How do I even manage to get myself in these situations?

I just cast all negativity out of my mind, turning back to face the end of the corridor; which I'm not even halfway to yet, and carrying on madly hopping.

Every jump jolts my leg, and I let out a pained whimper under my breath. This is actual hell. I might as well be chilling with devils whilst being burnt to a crisp.

I try to preoccupy my mind with singing songs, but the strain in both legs is too overpowering. I clench my jaw so tightly, worry crosses my mind that the tendons in my neck will snap.

In for goood times, it's aaalright, so get ready to gooo, such a goood lif-

My angelic singing is interrupted as I'm slammed forcefully against the wall. My breath escapes my lips as an arm is laid against my neck, and the gun wrenched from my hands and shoved under my chin.

I blink slowly up at Niragi's condescending face, mere inches from mine.

"Aika, love, what were you even planning on doing? Where were you going to go?" He whispers, unimpressed.

All the anxiety is released inside me. My breathing sharpens. It's probably been about ten minutes. I have twenty minutes before the cameras are turned back on, and then I'll be caught. Even then, that's assuming Niragi won't just shoot me.

"I don't know," I hang my head, on the verge of tears again.

He just rolls his eyes, "Honestly you're such a-"

He pauses, leans back and cocks his head to one side as if listening to something. A few more seconds and I hear it too. It's the sound of voices, fast approaching from one end of the hallway. That's when it hits me like a sack of heavy bricks; I'm royally fucked.

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