Mastermind | Chuuya Nakahara.

THIRTY.

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CHAPTER THIRTY:
You're really sexy when you have murder in your eyes.
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                "Rise and shine, mother-fucker." Chuuya sang, standing with his hands on his hips, his jacket resting over his shoulders. He was staring at the man in front of him, chained to the wall. There were large cylinder blocks where his hands should have been—hands that Aki has destroyed. The cement had been moulded to his wrists, so that he couldn't free himself from the cuffs holding his hands above his head. His hands were mangled, meaning he could easily slide them out of the cuffs. It was a precaution measure, to make sure he didn't try to escape. Though, without his ability, how could he? He was pathetic. Powerless.

                   Chuuya frowned, his brow twitching when the man didn't wake. He kicked his leg out, slamming the sole of his expensive boot into the man's stomach. His eyes flew open, a cry escaping his lips as he was brutally brought to the land of the living, "I said rise and shine, asshole." He growled as he slipped his hands into the pockets of his trousers, an annoyed look on his face, his coat flicking out behind him.

                    Nobu coughed, wheezing as he tried to breathe, tears on the edge of his lashes. He rose his head as he began being able to breathe again. His eyes narrowed, "It's you," He grumbled, a sour look on his face. "What are you? Seventy-two's little bitch?" A low laugh rumbled from Chuuya's stomach, but he wasn't smiling.

                    "Her bitch? No. I'm sure she'd like me to be though," He said with a chuckle, taking a few steps closer to Nobu who noticeably tensed. Chuuya's blue eyes fiercely looked up at the man hanging from the wall, like a blue flame. "Though, I am someone that wants to get that damn chip out of her head. And you're going to tell me how." It was Nobu's turn to laugh.

                    "Weren't you listening the first time, you fool?" He howled, his ugly face contorted as he laughed, sweat lining his forehead. "There is no way! It is impossible—impossible! Not a soul in this world can rival the Bosses strength! No one can take those chips out of those damn numbers brains, no one—"

                   Chuuya punched him hard in the jaw.

                  The redhead tutted, cracking his knuckles, "That's not the answer I want to hear," He said, his voice dropping an octave. He turned his back, walking across the room to where there was a small metal table. Nobu hadn't noticed it at first, too preoccupied with the Gravity Manipulator—but once he caught sight of it, his eyes widened. "I hear you're a fan of torture? Or is that only when it's defenceless children?" Chuuya drawled out, his fingers dancing towards the table before picking up one of the array of objects. They were all torture weapons. Shiny and sharp.

                    Nobu was silent, which Chuuya didn't take kindly to. He looked over his shoulder, playing with the scalpel between his fingers, "What's the matter? Lost your ability to talk?" He chastised, turning his body fully to him. He twirled the knife across his fingers. "That simply won't do. I need you to talk. In fact, right now, all I want is to hear you scream." He launched the scalpel, lodging it in Nobu's thigh. A bloodcurdling yell left his lips as it struck a nerve—exactly where Chuuya had been aiming. His aim was impeccable.

                   Chuuya picked up another item, a long-jagged knife before stalking towards the man howling in pain, his leg jittering from the nerve being struck, "Come on now, asshole. You had so much to say when Akira was here," He cooed, his strides slow. "Use your words, you stupid idiot. Tell me how to remove the chip." He demanded, stopping directly in front of the man who was dangling from the ground, his body twitching in agony.