𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐀𝐫𝐭 𝐨𝐟 𝐏𝐫𝐞𝐭𝐞𝐧𝐝 || Chuuya x reader ✔️

Chapter 15: The plague of blood

TW: Gore

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Your gaze didn't leave Darkmore because Chuuya was no longer looking at him. Chuuya knelt to meet your eye level and tore a piece of a nearby dress with his own strength.

"Give me your hand," he said in a calm manner. "Duh-Darkmore," you managed to say, but Chuuya ignored your warning and reached for your hand, gently grabbing it and wrapping your bleeding palm.

"I'm fuh-fine; don't- worry about me," you said, guilt eating you slowly, drowning you in a state of haze as you grasped how far your reckless impulse took you both.

Darkmore picked up the same knife he was about to stab your eye with from the ground. He walked slowly toward Chuuya's defenseless back.

You looked up at Darkmore as he approached; his face conveyed pure happiness.

"I was stupid for working against you this whole time," Chuuya confessed, tying the ends of the cloth around your palm.

Darkmore was getting closer.

"Chuuya, beh-behind you!" You warned him, barely able to talk due to your fear.

This time, Chuuya's gloved hand caressed your head, and then his fingers brushed down your messed up hair. He stopped when his hand cupped your face. He guided your face to look at him, but your gaze never left Darkmore's.

"Y-n, here," Chuuya said softly. You've never heard him like that before.

Your gaze went back to Chuuya's blue, worried eyes, just as Darkmore swung his arm, ready to stab Chuuya's head.

Chuuya glowed red, and Darkmore paused. No, he was forcefully stopped against his will since he also had Chuuya's red hue around him.

"With very little choices to defend yourself against this psychotic scum and this whole time holding on until I came," he said,

A short pause, then he smiled; it wasn't his usual teasing smile, it was genuine. "You've earned the mafia's respect... and mine," he said, his voice conveying his pride in you.

You smiled back. Happy tears blurred your vision. You were glad your end wouldn't be like those poor girls, and at last, you had a real chance to finally be an official recruit in the Port Mafia.

Chuuya's eyes changed, clearly speaking of revenge. "As for you, Darkmore?" Chuuya's voice wasn't soft anymore as he stood up. "How about I recreate every torture you forced these poor souls to live through?" Chuuya warned, facing Darkmore.

Darkmore laughed loudly even when he was unable to move due to Chuuya's skill.

"You should know better, Darkmore," Chuuya said, his voice menacingly low. "You won't be laughing when I make you bleed until you can't heal yourself."

Chuuya's words were filled with the utmost rage; they sent goosebumps down your spine.

It was a new side of Chuuya that you were seeing. Although he was always annoyed and short-tempered when he was with you, whatever you witnessed next only helped you conclude that he was never furious with you.

Chuuya snatched the knife from Darkmore's hand. Darkmore's sinister laugh soon died out as he suddenly realized the gravity of the situation, and fear crept into his eyes. Chuuya began to stab him again and again.

"You like that; does it feel nice?" Chuuya asked through a laugh. "The agony you inflicted on these poor women, you will get it bit by bit," Chuuya muttered loud enough for you to hear over the continuous sound of the stabs, Chuuya's laughter rising with every strike.

He was taking pleasure in making Darkmore suffer for his crimes.

"Chuuya, stop!" You yelled, but he was far from being sane enough to hear you.

"Chuuya!" you called again. Chuuya stabbed Darkmore repeatedly, so he couldn't heal himself. You leaned to the side to see Darkmore. He wasn't recognizable anymore. You looked away, feeling nauseous. The sound of the constant stabbing wasn't helping either, so you began crawling toward Chuuya.

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It was more to Chuuya than punishing Darkmore solely for his murder of the women.

With every stab, Chuuya had flashbacks of all the bodies of his co-workers crumpled on the ground. A cloud of those dark memories was obscuring Chuuya's mind. The satisfied smile on Darkmore's face when he left that place

"Stop!" After many attempts, your voice reached Chuuya. He felt your tug on the calf of his pants. He paused, gazing down at the mess he had made.

Chuuya had learned not to let hatred and anger consume him; he had to stay strong for his own and everyone's sake.

But he failed to do that at the sight of Darkmore. He allowed his feelings to take over.

Chuuya dropped the knife, leading it to make a repeating clink sound in the echoing basement. He freed Darkmore from the grip of his skill as well. Darkmore soon dropped to the ground, unconscious.

Or dead at best.

The gravity manipulator stood there, looking at the mess that he had made. Time had stopped; Chuuya was sure of it. He looked down at Darkmore.

He was breathing, wasn't he? Chuuya panicked. He stared at the gruesome cuts his stabs had created.

With a sudden realization, Chuuya felt a wave of guilt and regret crash over him. He had never meant to kill Darkmore, only to slow him down, yet there Chuuya was, standing over a potential corpse.

However, the sound of you throwing up brought him back to reality.

Although Darkmore lay as still as stone, the stabs were slowly healing.

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"Are you done?" Chuuya asked.

When Chuuya dropped Darkmore, you crawled away from them to throw up. You couldn't handle the hideous sight of Darkmore, and there was Chuuya standing behind you after a few moments of that.

"Just- go to the door; I'll come when I'm done," you managed to say.

The place was already swarming with Port Mafia recruits. Some took pictures, some took care of Darkmore, and some came to pick you and Chuuya up to take you back to the main Mafia headquarters.

Back home.

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A\N: Chapter 16 will be up tomorrow at the same time, I love you :)