Fyodor dostoevsky x chuuya nakahara
*note: the following story might not seem accurate and 100% imformative. All the words and concept is my imaginary story. Do not take it seriously*
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Fyodor Dostoevsky, a russian mafia boss. Known for his cruel and ruthless behaviour. Is merciless when killing his enemies.
He was also a ceo to hide his disgusting crimes. Trading and selling imported drugs was his part time hobby, he run many big clubs where only rich people comes, he was jailed more than five time yet everytime he was proved innocent because of his high status and money while the police station who arrested him where burned down with the facade of acadential fire.
His empire was all around the world until his eyes fall on japan, he wanted to grow his empire on japan too. With the help of his ceo position he conducted meeting with port mafia japan's notorious mafia group.
He was curious and thrilled when he learned about their history, and port mafia's famous duo...'Double black'
It was the day of his meeting with port mafia and he was running late as he got stuck on killing some thugs who tried to rob him thinking he was a foreigner.
"Fucking hell!" Fyodor cursed when suddenly someone bumped into him, almost making him fall as he balanced himself
"Can't you fucking see you piece of sh-"fyodor frozed, he felt like his tongue was sewn shut as his eyes fall on the person who bumped into him
Orange fiery hair shining like ember, long eyelashes with blue eyes shining, eyebrows frowning stressing. Fyodor's eyes fall on the nose...flushed pink cause of bumping hard, moving his eyes down he noticed plump pink lips muttering small curses
Suddenly that person looked up and fyodor felt like he was going to be blind as he blinked, his eyes squiniting when a sun light reflected from the glass window blinding him from seeing the person's eyes
When he got time to look at that person properly, that someone was gone...that person's form retreating form faraway as his eyes fall on the swaying hips making him gulp silently
He flinched when a loud horn echoed as he cursed walking towards the parking lot wjere his guards were waiting for him
"Drive towards the port mafia's headquarter, located near the abandoned street no.342" he ordered as his driver who was also his guard started driving
Fyodor sighed, his mind drifting towards that person who he bumped into making him curse silently to himself
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Fyodor nodded his head when the guards bowed to him as he entered the headquarter.
Entering he was throughly checked for guns and any kind of harmful weapons. His guard was allowed to take guns in a form of protecting their boss
Striding in the corridor he was led to the meeting room where port mafia's boss Mori Ougai will be waiting for him with his few executives and some members
Entering the meeting room fyodor frown slightly when he saw a kid sitting on mori's lap. He can easily see that kid was not mori's daughter or any relatives as he rolled his eyes in his mind silently cursing
"Pedo'
Mori stoodup giving him a creepy smile, the kid watching over them with a same smile but it was sweet. Mori handshake with fyodor, the russian giving him a cold nod before sitting on the chair facing mori
"So should we start the mee-" fyodor was rudely interuppted by mori who gave him a apologetic smile
"Apologies..dostoevsky, it seems like one of my important executive isn't present here, can we delay the meeting by 5 minutes?"mori asked his smile apologetic yet his crazy eyes shown otherwise
Fyodor frown, giving a scowl to mori. Fyodor priorities his time more than anything in his life, he valued time like no one and now hearing he had to compromise on delaying was something he hated
"Well why don't we just start now? Knowing that 'your' executive is late he must be usel-"fyodor was again interuppted when the meeting room's door creaked open and a pair of blue eyes peeked inside
Fyodor's breath hitched when he saw the same orange fiery hair and the smae pair of eyes
"Chuuya! Come inside nakahara-san we were waiting for you"mori said with a smile but his voice held a warning tone which fyodor certainly didn't liked
Fyodor watched as chuuya the person he bumped into a while ago walked by him, looking dowm mumbling apologies to everyone and stood by mori's side
Fyodor frown slightly observing chuuya's clothes, it was fine for a executive but he couldn't quite understand the concept of wearing overcoat larger than their form as he watched chuuya's overcoat draped over his shoulder
Turning his gaze away the both mafia bosses started their meeting. It was proud moment for fyodor as he smirked silently when he saw the port mafia's member slightly tensing over hearing his name and the work he does
But what irkd fyodor more was when chuuya didn't even seem amused, it made fyodor more curioud for chuuya. Fyodor felt chuuya's sharp gaze following his everymovement stirring something dark within fyodor who grinned silently loving chuuya's attention
It was time for the demands and paycheck, when mori suddenly said
"Dostoevsky...if your work ever meddle in my work i'll ruin your empire"mori said darkly, fyodor whose attention was on chuuya suddenly shifted his gaze at mori, he frowned his mood decreasing
"Ruin..? Who me?"fyodor chuckled, his hand fisting angrily as he glared at mori who seems to feel the dangerous aura as the man stirred in his seat
"Mori....i came here to ask nicely because whoever had said that they'll ruin me has always endup six feet deep in the ground begging for air"fyodor said, his jaw slacking in a stressing manner. Chuuya frowned noticing the intense situation going bit too far
Chuuya looked at mori before speaking"dostoevsky...are you threatening us?"
Chuuya's voice was cold and deep, laid with warning but for fyodor, he immediately calmed dowm hearing chuuya's voice. His anger vanishing slightly
Fyodor smirked, his eyes gazing in chuuya's eyes"it depends on what you state my words as..chuuya"
Chuuya seems to be startled hearing his name called by fyodor, the man's russian accent thick and rich..sounding so attractive. Chuuya felt like his name didn't belong to him anymore by how rich it sounded
Before chuuya can say anything mori stopped him
"Silence"
Mori said, he seemed to notice how fyodor looked at chuuya and how his eyes roamed on chuuya's form
He smiled evilly internally. Mori hummed thinking something
"I apologise for sounding like threat"
Fyodor hummed leaning in his chair, placing his feet on the table crossing
"I'm offended mori...it seemed like you don't trust me...i'm your new bussiness partner yet still threatening me.."fyodor said, faking his sadness as he glared at mori who gritted his teeth
"I apologise dostoevsky...forgiving my shamefull and doubting behaviour you can demand anything from me as per you like"mori said not wanting to create a rivalry between japanese and russian mafia
Fyodor grinned like winning a victory, he hummed uncrossing his leg as he stoodup silently. He eyed the meeting room noticing everyone holding their breath
Fyodor smirked, his steps silent like he was hunting for prey as he walked towards mori, his eyes fall on chuuya whose eyes widened slightly stepping back
"Mori..it seems like i found a treasure hidden in port mafia" fyodor says darkly, his eyes scanning chuuya as he walked towards the shorter male
He was also amused by chuuya's height. Fyodor smirked towering over chuuya
"Chuuya...ты придешь со мной"
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