Cursed (Chuuya Nakahara X Fem!Reader) {Hiatus}

The Mark of Birth

The streets, as crowded as ever, paced about with a slight panic in their eyes. You, too, could feel the restless air that floated about. Lillith stayed close to you, confused as random strangers eyed her distrustfully. Taking a deep breath, you grabbed the woman's hand, walking towards a bus station. 

"Miss l/n? What's going on?" The blonde asked, keeping up with you easily. You turned to her, taking a deep breath.

"The recent kidnapping, the bombs on the trains, something is going on in this city. You see that building, up in the distance?" You asked, looking towards the five pillars that stood in the center of the city. Lillith nodded. "That's the Port Mafia base- they are people that protect and hunt this place. I've already told you about them, and I don't doubt many people have."

"If they are so dangerous, then why don't the police shut them down?"

"Because they have something the police, or the Special Ability Department doesn't. The support, and fear, of the people. The people fear them, but they also see results from that organization. They use violence when necessary, and so it is the job of the press to keep the people informed. The Port Mafia use us to keep the people off their backs, just like we use them. It is a beneficial relationship." You explained, buying a couple of tickets.

"Are we going, then?" Lillith asked, her mouth parted in a confused daze. "If we use the Mafia, then how come we hardly know a thing about them?"

"You ask too many questions. Let's go," You ordered. Why do I have to train this woman? You asked yourself, sighing. I am the last person she should be near in this place, Your thoughts went on as you looked at her, who was speaking to an old woman. Lillith was an aching light, and your secret would only hinder her. 

You shook your head, exasperated at your thoughts. Nobody knew- nobody.

*-~-~-~-~*Flash Back*-~-~-~-~*

Sighing, you continued to dodge bullets and stop beside random soldiers, touching them quickly. The soldiers stood, suddenly revitalized. As you left them, moving to heal other soldiers, the ones you'd used your ability on, moved much quicker than before, much more like you than like themselves. 

By the time the battle was over, your side had pushed further, towards the 'bad' side. No one remembered what this war was even about, or why you were fighting. They only knew that they had to win.

Gide, a pale man with gray eyes and white wind-swept hair, looked over at you. He frowned. "You should've moved sooner. Perhaps it would've been noon if you had," The male informed. You tsked.

"I know that, Commander. However, unlike you, I don't seek the perfect fight, or a fine death to send me to rest." You answered. The white-haired male rubbed your hair,  his deep frown curling into a soft smile. 

"Go get some rest. You have done well today, my daughter." You nodded, looking at the now marked individuals who excitedly spoke of their victory.

"I'll get to go home!"

"We have a chance thanks to the Commander's daughter!"

"Yes, all that's left is for the Great War to end!"

You shut out the noise, shaking your head. The black-red bruises marked them now. You looked down, at your arm, which throbbed in pain. At this point, the whole of your Commander -and father's- army had been healed, at least once, by your powers. 

The birthmark on your arm matched the bruises of the soldiers exactly.

*-~-~-~-~*Flashback End*-~-~-~-~*

"L/n! Are you alright?!" Lillith's voice cut through your thoughts, causing your flashback to dissipate. The background flooded back into view, making you realize that you were on a bus, with people staring at you in shock. Well, not you, but instead your arm. 

Hissing with realization, you pulled down your long sleeve, effectively hiding the birthmark. As soon as it was covered, the people, one by one, started to go on with their lives, forgetting what they had seen. Lillith still looked at you, her europian accent on the tip of her tongue. 

But before the woman could speak, you answered. "Sorry. I was just in my little world." You informed, smiling at the younger female. She chuckled.

"It's okay. You were just muttering about something, so I wasn't sure if I should talk to you or not. It was pretty freaky, L/n." Her golden eyes sparkled with concern. Concern for you. Clenching your teeth, you looked out the window, which was pointed at the tower. The tower of the Port Mafia.

You clenched your fists as you felt your blood begin to froth with anger. It was the Mafia's fault that your father was dead. He'd always craved a warrior's death, never able to live off of the battlefield. And yet you could not forget, nor forgive, the man who'd killed your father. He had died the same way your father had. All of the people you knew died.

Because of the Port Mafia. It did not matter if you were free or not, the battlefield would always pop up when you least expected it to. 

And the battlefield this time was all of the hell-hole called Yokohama. 

Taking a deep breath, you turned over to Lillith, releasing your momentary anger. Your father was at peace, with his beloved army. That's all you needed in terms of solace. But if you received an apology from the man who'd led you here- then that'd be the sweetest taste that you would ever gain.

*~~~~~~*3RD Person's P.O.V*~~~~~~*

Knuckles rapped on a door, a sweet and yet rhythmic sound. The large door swung open, revealing a tall and slim brown-haired man, who donned a worn-out lab-coat and scarf. As soon as the person entered the extravagant room, he walked forward and kneeled to the black-haired and elder male in front of him. 

"You asked for me, boss?" The younger of the two asked, his eccentric voice echoing throughout the large room. The black-haired male nodded, smiling.

"I recall you reporting that Kyoka Izumi, one of our trained assassins, fell into our enemy's hands- because she was aided." The boss explained, clasping his hands together on his desk. "Tell me, did you see who she was?" 

Sensing an opportunity, the one who was kneeling asked to go get his laptop, which was supposedly connected to some explosion-proof cameras. After he re-entered the room, he showed the cameras, which were linked to all cars of the train, including one on the outside. 

The laptop's records were sketchy, bleeping out every couple of seconds, but there was one common thing among them- that the people were scared. Except one. An h/c haired female wearing mostly black, her sleeves and pants long, calmly headed towards the central car while others beside her ran. 

Sometimes the people would bump into her, others would urge her to hurry. But the woman just pulled down her sleeves, assuring people that they would be fine. A little girl had gotten a small cut on her hand, crying in all of the confusion, suddenly separated from her dear mother. 

The h/c haired woman picked the child up, continuing her trek to safety, girl in hand. 

Then the records skipped, to where Kyoka had jumped off the train, Atsushi following. The Boss smiled, amused at the fact the same woman from earlier jumped after them, the child in her grip no longer there, but instead in her mother's grip, completely fine.

The only different thing was the girl had a bruise on her arm. Mori smirked.

"I want that woman, the one dressed in all black, found." The black-haired man ordered, shutting the laptop. He'd seen enough- he knew exactly who this woman was. 

A/n: If you're curious, the story starts on episode 8 of the first season for the anime, chapter 7 for the manga. You can always go and re-watch episodes or re-read chapters if you get confused. The story will be pretty slow time-wise, considering that the manga moves so fast and of course, we don't really have a good idea of what goes on when the Port Mafia isn't onscreen. -_-

Have a good day~! Thank you for reading!

P.S.: I know that the plot hasn't really started yet, and I'm sorry for that, but just bear with me! Next chapter, the plot begins!