Bungou Stray Dogs

Ryunosuke Akutagawa x Reader|Port Mafia! ❬Angst❭

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   Your hands. Hands...  The small limb like parts of flesh had been glossed over by your own blood. The fluorescent color glimmered back at you with the dull light that gently reflected off of it. Shaking. Trembling. You slam your blood soaked hands to the concrete below you, in which you collapsed to.

   A swelling feeling then began to crescendo in the base of your throat that soon released. A deep cough escaped your body, forcing jewel like splatters of blood to the flooring at your hands.

   Your lower lip quivers as you slump your gaze above you, lifelessly staring at your superior.

   "Get up."

    He shouts, his voice laced in heavy ice. You then tremble to your knees, swaying back and forth as you fully stand.

   "Again." He yells to you, his arms crossed as he spouts demands to you.

   You close your eye lids, letting the stinging sensation seep into your corneas.

   "Did you hear me?" The young man screams to you and swiftly lifts his left leg to then kick your soft stomach. Your body then crumbles to the ground from the impact of it.

   Blood then begins to leak from the creases of your lips, slowly sliding down your chin, dripping onto the ground.

   You then sway to your feet, stumbling. Akutagawa glares at you coldly, unsatisfied by your actions. You then flip open your pocket knife. Because of your body not holding an ability you were stuck with a disability and a more difficult time.

   "That small of a weapon? How pathetic." Akutagawa snaps back disgusted.

   "Have you seen how pathetic you are sir? I'm not the one hiding behind an ability." Your lips release the tension filled sentence. He clenches his teeth and tempt to damage you further.

   You then dodge his attack, slowly walking toward him, raising both hands in surrender.

   "You think your done now? After the stunt you just pulled?" He raises his voice. You then gaze at him lifelessly, your eyes empty voids.

    "Would you like to continue?" You question, your gaze still locked on his. He holds up his gaze until he glances away. "Right." You whisper and chuck your knife at him.

   Before you could hear the enjoyable wet thunk of flesh, he clenches onto it, the object inches away from his face. "Your slow today." You whisper and cough blood into your hand.

   You then catch the knife yourself, the one he threw a few milliseconds ago. "I'm surprised your reflexes aren't dulled from the beating I gave you." He adds to then walk away.

   You gaze at him until he leaves and make your way back home.