The Terrible And The Strong | Chainsaw Man x Male Reader

Chapter VI

Y/N kept one hand on the wheel, the other tapping a rhythm on the dashboard as he drove through the city

In the passenger seat, Taxes sat with his arms crossed, wearing a three-piece suit, his "head" tilted slightly as if looking out the window. In the back, Future and Drugs squabbled like two restless children on a long road trip, both of them wearing hastily chosen outfits Y/N had thrown together from a thrift shop.

Future wore a faded red baseball cap, tilted at a ridiculous angle over his many-eyed face, paired with an oversized blue shirt that made his tree-like lower half seem even more bizarre. Meanwhile, Drugs sported a black trench coat that was three sizes too big, making him look like a kid trying on his dad's clothes. He fidgeted constantly, twitching and scratching like he was allergic to the fabric.

"Hey, quit it, you two," Y/N snapped from the driver's seat, eyes still on the road. "You're gonna cause a mess back there, and I'm not in a forgiving mood today."

"He started it!" Future pointed at Drugs, and he promptly slapped it away.

"Did not!" Drugs shot back. "He's been touching my side of the seat since we left!"

"You're not even sitting in a seat!" Future barked. "And your side is, like, everywhere!"

Y/N sighed, gripping the steering wheel a bit tighter. He glanced in the rearview mirror, "Both of you, pipe down," he warned. "One more peep, and I'll make you both ride in the trunk."

The two devils huffed, crossing their arms like scolded kids. "He started it..." they said simultaneously shooting the other a dirty look.

"Yeah, yeah," Y/N turned his eyes back to the road ahead, "Try to at least act your age," he added.

Taxes adjusted his tie. His formality was somewhat undermined by the ridiculous disguise Y/N had chosen for him: a trench coat with a black turtleneck and sunglasses, which looked utterly pointless. The shades rested on what could only be guessed as his nose, even though there was no visible face beneath.

"Are you certain this will work?" Taxes asked.

"As long as you all act like you've got a contract with me, no one will question it. Just keep your mouths shut and let me do the talking."

Drugs snorted from the back. "Yeah, sure, dude. But why the clothes? Ain't nobody gonna think I'm normal in this get-up."

"Hey, I don't mind!" Future chirped, straightening his shirt and tipping his baseball cap proudly. "This stuff really brings out my eyes!" He paused and made a finger-gun gesture with his arm as if shooting a wink. "Get it?"

Y/N rolled his eyes. "You've got about six too many to care, Future. Alright, boys, listen up. Mission today is more of a patrol. Got word that a group of students might be hiding a devil instead of reporting it to the authorities."

"Kids these days," Taxes said. "Never learning the consequences of illegal devil possession. It's bad for their future."

"That's where you three come in. I'm supposed to still be on 'vacation,' so if things get messy, you're my guys. Just keep it together, and remember—no funny business."

Future raised his arm. "How'd you know about the kids, anyway?"

Y/N chuckled at Future in the mirror with a knowing smile. "I know everything, everywhere."

That shut the car up for a moment.

Future blinked...well, more than blinked—his many eyes narrowing in confusion. "Uh, okay... That was ominous."