Mastermind | Chuuya Nakahara.

NINETEEN.

─── ･ ｡ﾟ☆: *.☽ .* :☆ﾟ. ───
CHAPTER NINETEEN:
You wanna play a game?
─── ･ ｡ﾟ☆: *.☽ .* :☆ﾟ. ───

Aki sat on the roof of the Port Mafia building, her legs dangling over the edge. There was a breeze in the air, whipping at her hair, blowing it all around her face. Down below, the people of Yokohama looked like ants—tiny and minuscule. Between her lips was a cigarette. On her way to the roof, she had stopped by Chuuya's office and riffled through the drawers of his desk until she found the packet along with a lighter. Aki didn't smoke often, but she had on occasion. The smoke was burning her throat, making her nose tickle, but she didn't hate it, in fact, she understood the appeal of the death sticks.

Her mind was going a hundred miles per hour. She didn't understand a single thing that had happened. She hadn't known Nobu was back in Yokohama. He had been sent across the country in search for new lab rats—new children to torture. Nobu's ability was Death By A Thousand Cuts, the ability to summon any weapon from his mind, but the catch was, it could only be used for torture. He was one of Katsu's favourites, because he was ruthless and enjoyed the screams of children in pain. He would beat them and use all kinds of torture methods on them, all to break their minds apart so that they would be bend to Katsu's will. He was vile, maybe even more so than than Katsu himself. Aki had spent a lot of time around him, locked away in his torture chamber as a child.

                She wasn't his favourite because he was fond of her or cared for her, she was his favourite because he had enjoyed breaking her the most. She had defied him, time and time again, never bending to his will. Despite her pleads and cries for him to stop, she never gave up fighting against him—at least, for a while. That day he broke her, it was as if the ceiling had crumbled and the sun had shon onto her. It was in that moment she became his favourite. She had been broken so beautifully.

                  "You planing on jumping?" Aki had felt his presence before he even spoke.

                 Chuuya had stepped onto the roof from the metal door she had left open. The face-framing locks of his hair was blowing in the wind, a hand settled on his hip and an unreadable look on his face as he stared at her. He had followed after her, despite her warning—despite his brain telling him not to. His body had moved of its own free will after her.

                  "Didn't I tell you not to follow me?"
She barked out, her eyes narrowing. But she didn't dare look at him.

                  She heard him step closer to her—felt him step closer, "Yeah, but when have I ever listened actually to you?" He fired back, stopping to stand a few feet behind her. "He's in the torture chamber, by the way, the Boss wants to—"

                 "I don't give a shit about what the Boss plans on doing with him," Aki spoke over him, her teeth gritted together. "No torturer in this building is going to get their hands on him before I do. I'm going tokill him and—"

                   "You can't kill him," Chuuya interrupted, making a pang of anger shoot through Aki's body. "The Boss wants him kept alive." He added, only infuriating her further.

                  She flew out of her position over the ledge and within a second, she was right in front of him. The metal object she swung above her head glinting in the dying sun. Chuuya brought his hand up in a swift motion, catching her wrist, stopping the knife she gripped between white knuckles above his head, "I don't give a shit about what he wants!" Aki yelled at him, struggling with the knife in her grip. She was furious. Enraged. Hurt. She didn't want to be the one hurting—she wanted to be the one inflicting the pain. "Do you have any idea what he did to me? What he done to me?" Her voice broke as she shouted at him.