𝗗𝗮𝗻𝗴𝗲𝗿𝗼𝘂𝘀 𝗣𝗿𝗼𝘁𝗲𝗰𝘁𝗶𝗼𝗻 (Kunikida x Y/N)

3: Rescued

A/N: This chapter was rushed I'm sorry T_T

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Y/N stirred awake, her head pounding, vision blurry as she struggled to regain focus. She felt the rough texture of the floor beneath her and the tight pressure of ropes binding her arms behind her back. 

The air around her was stale, thick with dust and the faint scent of mildew, confirming what she already suspected—an abandoned building. Her thoughts were disoriented, but one thing was clear: she hadn't been taken far. 

She could still vaguely hear the bustling streets in the distance, not too far from the ramen restaurant where she'd been moments before.

"Well, look who it is," a voice broke through the haze, dragging her attention toward the figure looming above her. She blinked, trying to adjust her vision. 

"If it isn't the 'Raven,' the most wanted assassin from different organizations."

The mention of her old alias—the one she'd buried along with her past—sent a chill down her spine. Y/N glared at the man in front of her. He was tall, dressed in dark clothing, his face twisted with malice and something more—a deep-seated hatred.

 
"Who the fuck are you?" she asked, her voice rough but steady, masking the turmoil that brewed inside her.

The man laughed, a low, mocking sound that echoed through the empty building. 

"None of your business." he replied, before delivering a brutal kick to her stomach. The impact knocked the wind out of her, a sharp pain radiating through her core. She clenched her teeth, refusing to give him the satisfaction of seeing her wince.

"Tsk." Y/N thought, trying to gather her strength, even as the ropes cut into her wrists.


The man knelt down beside her, grabbing a fistful of her hair and yanking her head back. Y/N winced but held his gaze, her eyes burning with defiance. 

"You're the reason why everyone in the black organization is pissed off with your fucking skills," he spat, his tone seething with resentment. 

"The things that got half of our men killed.....all because of you."

He slapped her hard across the face, and she felt the sting immediately, followed by the warm trickle of blood from her lip. Y/N wiped it with her shoulder, her crimson eyes locking onto his, a fiery rage simmering beneath her calm exterior.

"That's not my shitty problem." she snarled, her voice dripping with venom. 

"You and your so-called organization suck anyway."

Her taunt hit its mark. The man scoffed, visibly irked by her words. 

"Even your organization?" he shot back, his smirk widening when Y/N froze for a split second. He'd struck a nerve, and he knew it. 

"Of course, we all know about it. Everyone from your rival organizations does."

Y/N's jaw tightened. She couldn't let him get to her, but his words cut deep. The betrayal she'd suffered—the one that drove her to flee her life as "Raven"—was a wound that hadn't fully healed.

The man stood up slowly, walking over to a nearby table and picking up a gun. He turned back to her, a dark glint in his eyes.