𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐀𝐫𝐭 𝐨𝐟 𝐏𝐫𝐞𝐭𝐞𝐧𝐝 || Chuuya x reader ✔️

Chapter 4: A Better Distraction

The echo of the bullets in the practice room was loud enough to drown your ongoing thoughts. Stupid Chuuya... It had only been six months, and you weren't kind enough to know many recruits from the Mafia—not that anyone wanted to get to know you.

You couldn't blame them; you weren't an official after all.

"Stop already," a familiar voice ordered behind you. You concealed your flinch when he spoke; you didn't even hear him coming in.

It was Akutagawa.

Although both of you were the same age, he was way superior to you. To him, you were just a beginner.

"I'm practicing," you explained, reloading the gun in your hand.

"Practicing. Sure thing," he mocked you, rolling his eyes with minimal movement. "What are you so pressed for?" You asked, pretty annoyed. That day was not going well for you. First it was Chuuya, then it was Akutagawa.

"You're distracting yourself. I've heard what happened from Chuuya," he explained. That man.. you cursed in your mind.

You let out a long exhale, knowing you were caught red-handed. "I didn't know Chuuya's the kind of guy to talk shit about anyone behind their back," you said.

"Stop practicing here," Akutagawa interrupted. You paused on reloading your gun and looked up at him, pretty confused by his orders on you.

"Let's fight. Chuuya was just playing with you, but I will make you regret assigning this mission," he continued, keeping the same tone.

His eyes didn't mean well; he could seriously injure you, saying it was the right way to improve, but you wanted someone to take you seriously, and he volunteered. What option did you have?

None.

You both stood in the training arena, ready to begin the so-called practice. He had his hands in his pockets; you were confused.

"Get your knives, or whatever tool that's not a gun," he declared.

You were more confused. Akutagawa read it on your face. He took a deep breath and began to explain, "Those people you'll encounter in the mission can have guns and knives, and they can have skills."

Oh

Oh

"You didn't consider that, did you?" His voice was louder, like he was annoyed by your naive trail of thoughts. He was correct; you had nothing to say.

"I will use my skill; you need to surrender me with whatever you have to win, understood?" He continued explaining. "But you know I don't have—" you protested, before you were interrupted by him.

"Do you think people whom you'll encounter would care enough not to use their skill?"

He's right, what was I thinking?  You wondered in your mind.

Was that why Chuuya said he was doing me a favor by getting me out of this mission?

"But that doesn't mean you're useless, right?" Akutagawa asked, pulling you out of your indecisive thoughts. You looked up at him.

He was smiling viciously.

"No skill, that doesn't stop you from being better than those with a skill," he paused. "This is what Chuuya couldn't understand. Are you up to proving him wrong?" He finally announced, eager for your response.

You took a step back, retreating to get the knives you had with you. Akutagawa was even more excited than he thought he would; igniting the poison in recruits rarely happened. You were fearless, even reckless enough to go against him; it made the experience a lot more interesting for Akutagawa.