Mastermind | Chuuya Nakahara.

TWENTY-FOUR.

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CHAPTER TWENTY-FOUR:
You're both really good friends.
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"You what?" Higuchi's eyes were wide, her jaw loose—as was Gin's. The three of them were sitting on Gin's bed, her room mostly purple and black with surprisingly girlish decor. They had been talking for at least an hour, eating snacks and drinking the red wine Higuchi had brought. She had insisted it was for Aki's sake, so that her hangover wouldn't be as deathly as if she were to drink her whiskey again.

They had been talking about this and that before Gin asked how Aki and Chuuya's mission had gone a few days before. Aki had told them that it went well, except for her and Chuuya falling into the pool at the hotel. She then slipped in how they had made-out, so fucking casually that it made Gin and Higuchi almost take a simultaneous stroke.

"We kissed," Aki clarified for the two women who were staring at her as if she had told them they bombed an orphanage. She took a long swig of her red wine—she could tell why Chuuya liked it so much, it was pretty delicious. "Only once though—for like, five minutes. Maybe seven." She added, giving a careless shrug. But she wasn't carefree at all.

She had been dying to bring it up. Somehow, she had grown to trust the women sitting beside her—perhaps not with her life, because that was a tad bit too far, but she trusted that they wouldn't speak a word of what she told them. They were loyal, they wouldn't breathe a word to Mori about the kiss that had happened between Aki and Chuuya.

"That's not one kiss, Aki!" Higuchi exclaimed, her cheeks red, eyes wide. "That's like, multiple kisses!" The blonde woman couldn't quite decide if she was elated for Aki or horrified. Relationships within the Port Mafia were to be kept strictly professional, it was written under the law—it was a rule. But then, there was that womanly part of her that was ever so excited for her friend to be getting some action, especially from someone as delicious as Chuuya Nakahara.

Gin's delicate brows pulled downwards, "I'm confused, though. Don't you hate one another?" She innocently asked, not understanding that there was a very fine line between the hatred and lust the pair felt for each other. The feelings were heightened by each other, making it impossible to be in one another's presence without thinking of murder or sex.

Aki nodded, "Absolutely."

Gin blinked, "But you kissed?"

Aki nodded again, "Yes."

   Gin stared at her.

Higuchi chuckled, folding her legs into a basket, wearing a matching grey tracksuit, "Gin, you're about to learn a very important life lesson, so listen up," She said, straightening her back out as she put her hand on Aki's shoulder. "Yes, those two hate each other—despise one another, even. However, there is an unspoken attraction between them that neither of them can continue to fight against, hence the kiss. There's a very, very fine line between love and hate—"

"Whoa, slow your horses," Aki spoke over the blonde, putting her hand over hers. "Love has nothing to do with it. I do hate him, I hate him with all my soul—however, you've fucking seen the guy, right? It should be illegal to be that god damn attractive." She sighed heavily, reaching up to rub at her temple. She was frustrated, so beyond frustrated. She couldn't stop thinking about how she could have jumped Chuuya's bones had she not allowed her stupid insecurities get in the way.