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Akutagawa X F!Reader - 'Hands off'

This fic is entirely random, and probably focuses on the badassness of the reader LOL

The ending is cute tho trust me I'm a writer

ONWARDS WITH THE FIC

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Cars glistening with falling rain whizzed past, sometimes flicking droplets of water towards you as you continued down the busy pathway. Weaving in and out of fast passing civilians, you kept your head low and continued towards your destination. It was well into the night now, and the sky was draped in darkness; not even the moon showed itself, and that put you on edge.

You were on your way to meet a contact, the Port Mafia had entrusted you to carry out their wishes, and knowing how important this was, you obliged with no objections.

Turning into a gloomy, dank alleyway, you were partly sheltered from the bitter winds and rain; the rancid scent of rotting garbage instantly filled your nose, making your eyes water. However, ignoring the horrific stench, you continued advancing into the darkening alleyway; a wave of unease hit you, as the sounds of the city grew muffled behind you.

You had taken precautions, of course; a dagger was strapped to the inside of your thigh, and a small pistol was attached to the belt slung around your waist.

(E/C) irises flickering down to look at your watch, the time read 23:59- you were one minute early. Leaning back against the shadowy walls, you waited patiently for the contact to arrive.

And it wasn't long before they did. Down the opposite side of the alley, a tall, intimidating figure approached slowly. You couldn't make out their face, as a black hood hid it from the light; a shiver ran down your spine instantly, and you tensed- for some reason, you got a terrible feeling about this.

Then, they stopped, body as still as a statue.

"Do you have the package?" You asked, cutting straight to business.

No answer.

"Hey, you just gonna stand there in silence?"

No answer.

"If you're putting up an act, it isn't working..." You could hear your own nervousness seeping into your tone now, as the figure finally made a move.

In one swift motion, they whipped a revolver from their pocket, pressing the cold barrel hard against your forehead. Gasping out, you were now the one frozen in place.

"A hitman..." You recognised the crest on the side of the gun, a simple skull and crossbones, and the number five engraved into the side. You remembered this organisation, a tiny force that worked as hired assassins; not only had the Port Mafia completely wiped them out, but they'd taken them for everything they owned. At least, that's what you thought, anyway. They were highly skilled in hand to hand combat, as well as weapon handling- not that you weren't.

But, this person did pose a threat; I mean they had a gun pressed to your skull, finger hovering over the trigger.

Yet, adrenaline coursed through your veins, and you sucked in a deep breath before making a risky move. Slamming your knee into their stomach, you felt them flinch just long enough for you to pull your own pistol out. They stumbled backwards, as you held the gun out in front of you.

"Who sent you to kill me?" You demanded; your eyes widened when you heard a long, cold laugh.

"No one did. I am here because I wish to take your life." Their tone was tinted with a foreign hiss, one you recognised as European.

"Because my people destroyed your organisation, right?" Your tone was edged with a furious growl, "You killed many of our members, is this just a game of revenge, doomed to repeat?!"