Tainted Love (Chuuya X Reader)

The First Month

        A week passed before anyone bothered to burry Rimbaud's body. Dazai had recovered from his injury enough to drag Y/N out to attended the burial with him. They didn't see Chuuya but they both had a feeling he was watching form somewhere out of sight. After his death the Mafia had gotten to work on burning his personal belongings, records, and residence. Y/N had been informed she'd be working under Dazai, and once she recovered from her injury she would receive combat training.

Two weeks after the incident she was finally allowed to leave the Port Mafia's base. She was never alone when she did so. Occasionally Dazai would accompany her out but normally it was another member named Aster. She didn't talk much, in fact it took three days for Y/N to learn her name. Aster was about 20 years old, she dressed like most members of the mafia, her light brown hair restrained in a braid.

Aster had take Y/N to a clothing store to get some better suited clothing. Dazai had offered to take her earlier in the week, but Y/N declined at light speed. She wasn't exactly comfortable with Aster, but trusted her more than Dazai when it came to something like this. Since she would primarily be a melee attacker Aster had suggested that Y/N focus on functionality over formality. Y/N picked out a few things before they moved on.

The two of them were going to head back to headquarters when Y/N felt a hand on her shoulder. She looks back to see who it is. She sees Chuuya standing behind her wearing an expression that's hard to read.

He looks at Aster, "I need to talk to her for a moment."

He doesn't give Aster or Y/N a chance to say anything. He grabs Y/N's wrist and lunches up into the air with her. Chuuya sets down on top of a near by building with in Aster's line of sight.

Y/N was still recovering form the sudden loss of balance when Chuuya spoke. "Are you okay?"

"I'm fine," she says struggling to keep her balance. She had dropped one of her crutches when he suddenly lifted her in the air. "Just a little unsteady."

Chuuya reached out to support her. "Shit, sorry. I should have thought about that."

He helped her switch the remaining crutch to support the side of her broken leg. Y/N flashed him an awkward smile.

"Thanks"

"why are you thanking me, I was the one who created the problem in the first place." Returning the smile.

"Alright, if you really want to make it up to me you can get my other crutch." She said feigning indignation.

With out another word Chuuya left, returning moments later with the requested item.

"You know I was joking right?"

"Yeah, but I can't imagine having only one would be comfortable." Chuuya says.

"You're right," she says. Her arm and leg were already aching from supporting her weight. She accepted the other crutch from him.

"Has the Mafia been treating you alright? Has that Slimeball done anything to you?" He asks, a look of concern on his face.

"The Mafia hasn't really done anything to me since the whole thing with Rimbaud. They don't let me leave headquarters without someone to watch me. Whether that to make sure I don't run, or to dissuade retaliation from the Sheep is up in the air. As for Dazai, he mostly just leaves me alone right now." She pauses, a troubled look on her face. "But I haven't seen Reiko or Takara since before the fight with Rimbaud, I wounder how they're doing."