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

Choices, Choices.

A/n: Well, it appears that I need Jesus bc I've been working on this book practically all day (And night... and the next day). I also got my schedule for the next school year... and. This is all I can say:;-;. Well, emote. My school year starts on my. Freaking. Birthday. Again. KDHGIOSDHGIOWRGIORIOHROIEGHIRHIORE WHYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYY?!

Anyway, time to stop complaining about the school which will inevitably drag me face-first from my bed. Have you enjoyed the X Reader so far? Is Chuuya a little bit too OOC? If so, please tell me!!!! It's just that he's very calm when people aren't pushing his buttons and Y/n doesn't like pushing buttons... or anything. Except maybe herself, lol. 

Anyway, our favorite angry boi will become more like himself this chapter, so just stick with me until then. Oh, I forgot to mention: DEAD APPLE, the BSD movie, will be in here. Just because... you know, drama. So yeah, spoilers if you haven't seen it. (Hint that you didn't hear from me: The dub's on Joufube)
A/n end~

Your eyes stung as the cold night air's fog swirled around you, hiding the company beside you, as well as the giant building.

"What are you waiting for? Follow our Exec!" Urged the sniper, pushing you forward. You tripped, slamming into the man in front of you with a Crash!

"What the hell?! What'd you do that for?!" Chuuya snapped, turning and grabbing you by the shoulders. Well, at least he's kinda-sorta a gentleman... You thought as his grip strengthened by the second.

"S-sorry. I g-got pushed forward and tripped..." You answered, wincing at his grip.

"You two! You know she's to be brought in unharmed!" The ginger snapped, keeping a hand on your shoulder firmly. Then why did you slam my head into a wall...? You wondered silently, feeling bruises begin to form on your arm. Chuuya began to drag you inside, muttering to himself inconsistently.

Feeling a stab of sympathy for the man, you almost reached out to touch his shoulder comfortingly, but then thought against it. Instead, you apologized for crashing into him once more.

"Not your fault," Chuuya muttered softly. "Yokoe, Kashiwara, you are no longer needed." He announced to the two people behind you after entering the building. The two looked at each other, back at you, and nodded.

"We'll see you tomorrow, then, Sir." Answered the one in the dress.

"Yes, tomorrow." Chuuya agreed. "The first thing I'll do when I see the both of you is kicking your asses to next week!" The male went on. The two immediately looked crestfallen.

"We're so sorry, Sir!" Both explained, bowing.

"And, Yokoe, you're an assassin! Stop wearing dresses!" Chuuya went on chewing the two out for a couple of minutes before sighing. "You know what? Just- just go." He ordered, turning to look at you, who had used the time to rub at your now apparent bruise marks. The pink-red marks hurt, but you knew not to complain. "Why don't you just heal it?" 

"Because I swore to myself that I'd never use my power again! The only reason why I used it when you had broken into my house was that you would've killed me otherwise!" You snapped, pulling your arms to your sides, glaring at him angrily. "I hate my power! It has only caused those I care about pain and suffering and now it's caused me to be taken by the Port Mafia, the people who murdered the person who was like a father to me! I hate all of you, and I will never use my power for the Mafia's benefit!" You told him, shaking.

"Yeah?" Chuuya asked, walking up to you. "Then we'll just beat you into doing it. But before that, you need to meet with my superior." The ginger answered. He grabbed your wrist, holding it with all of his might. You winced as the man dragged you off, his steps sounding strong and angry. Either this was a try of intimidation or he was pissed at your words.