Bungo Stray Dogs: Two-edged love.

Chapter 1: My Chaos

There were so many people coming in and out of the office. I couldn't keep track, I was only here to disinfect wounds and to figure out what is wrong with the actual patient. Both my parents are good people with good intentions, they believed that people should always be given a second chance no matter what.

This was only 1 bad day here at the hospital. Countless days had passed by where people would enter, due to the restless night yesterday my parents were already exhausted. We couldn't say 'no', more like we didn't want to say 'no'. These were cases of life and death. Most days, it would be cleared and there weren't many people, but I tend to talk a lot to the patients here and they seem to sustain their injuries from a group of boys.

They said that the most powerful one that you shouldn't mess with at all with no means was the King of Sheep. Apparently, he took down countless people lately, all at once and that's why we have been flooded by countless people at the office. It surprised me that a group of boys were dangerous enough to harm this many people in one day. It would almost seem impossible any of this to happen.

But... if these many people were harmed then that could mean that there would be so many more casualties than injuries. Hopefully, within time, this would all settle out and our situation at the hospital will settle down. My parents aren't licensed doctors, but they went to college to try to become doctors. After being rejected they decided to run this business instead.

I'm what you can consider unknown to the world. I go outside sometimes, but I never talk to people. I'm only allowed outside if there's no one in the office and my parents can take over for a little while. I've never really truly had or have friends. I have tutor for a school, instead, cause we're always so busy. And we're rarely home. Due to the fact of running this clinic, we catch breaks quite a bit though.

Within a week our situation it was quiet. One or two people would come in each day. Within one of those days, these group of boys entered carrying another person who seemed to be badly injured. This was an almost daily occurrence for them to come in. The boy that stood out the most was the one with vermillion hair. He acted like he was in charge of the place and very childish at that.

They were very talkative and seemed to scare away people that came in. At first, I was scared of them, I couldn't even engage in a simple conversion with them. They would all come to talk to me, or flirt if I may say. It took me a while to come up with something to talk about with them. And when I did talk to them the vermilion-hair colored boy who defended me with a simple look.

I came up to them, they seemed to be on their smartphones playing games. I clenched the clipboard in my hands hoping that I wouldn't mess up anything. "Hello there!" My voice sort of became higher pitched but quieter with a hint of nervousness in it. "If I may ask, but why are you all always here?"

"Are we not allowed here or something?" He growled.

"No, that's not it. I'm just curious, that's all." I backed away slowly, but still looked at him with curiosity "It's just you all are here almost every day."

"We're troublemakers. We don't stop until we get what we want." He said.

".... Yeah...." I was only hoping that someone would call my name, someone would bother me for something, or a patient came in. Nothing happened.

"Leave him alone, he's just a narcissistic asshole!" The vermilion-haired boy said.
I looked at him "What's your name?"

"Oh, uh, my name. Y-yes my n-name is (L/N) (Y/N)!" I managed to squeak out.

He gave me a smirk "Chuuya, Nakahara Chuuya that's my name."

I gave him a small smile "Nice to meet you, Chuuya." He was nice enough to defend me when that other kid gave me attitude. 'I guess he's not so bad...' I thought.