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

Violence and Healing

"I don't make deals with people that use violence as a weapon," You told the person in front of you. "Besides, I don't speak with people whose names I don't know." You added, glancing at the woman with the umbrella. The black-haired man smiled his now characteristic smile, chuckling.

"My name is Mori." You flinched at the name. One of your friends in the army was also named Mori. "Did I strike a nerve, Miss Y/n?"

"Please- call me L/n." You requested after a pause. The group tsked.

"I see. So, you are that type of woman." Mori chuckled.

"No. I am not that type of anything except a woman who ran away from her past only to have someone drag me back into it," you answered, putting a hand on your hip. "What do you want from me? My ability to control people? The ability to heal people? Or perhaps you just want me as your puppet, to appear and take the blame when you can't?" 

"You guessed all of them so quickly. What a smart girl." Mori sounded like he was teasing, as though he held all of the cards. "I want your abilities, yes, but I also want to protect you." The man answered. He pulled out a computer, placing it on the desk in front of him. It had a loop of videos with you through your daily life- including with Lillith.

"You bastard! You're blackmailing me?!" You screeched, stepping towards him.  A strong hand grasped you, holding you back.

"Don't even think about it," Chuuya snarled behind you. You hissed in annoyance but then stepped back, pulling your arm from his grip and massaging the wrist, already turning red. Your birthmark was ever-present in the dimly lit room, causing you a lot of anxiety. You stared at the mark, covering it with your chest.

"Just tell me what you want so I can go to the home your people destroyed," You urged. Mori's smile widened. He found everything amusing, it seemed. What a strange man.

"Of course, you can always turn down our help, but you see, this footage isn't ours."

"So I have a stalker. Big deal."

"It is. Correct as always, Miss L/n. Your stalker is of the Guild. They want your ability, and unlike us, they are willing to use much more... violent methods. Just this morning they took away one of our Port Mafia warehouses." Mori sighed at the last bit. Chuuya slapped his hands together, cracking his knuckles.

"They'll pay for that," He Informed. You whimpered, stepping away from the trigger-happy petite one. "Oi. Where are you going?" He asked after you took another step. 

"Away from you," You answered. "You're scary." You went on. He smirked.

"Then why are you running? I'm more like-"

"That's enough, Chuuya." Mori interrupted. You gulped, feeling yourself shiver with fear. Chuuya's smirk became even wider at your reaction.

"Sorry, boss. But you how Dazai treated me like the dirt he walked on. And this chick's just the same." Chuuya explained, pointing at you with his thumb.

"You're right, Sir. I'm sorry," You responded, bowing to the short male. "I should treat with you respect, considering that you've slammed me into a wall twice and started to slit my throat and watched me cry in a van." 

"You did what to her?" Mori asked. Chuuya sighed.

"As soon as this is over, you're getting the beating of a lifetime, you damn chick." You ignored the ginger, turning to Mori.

"I heard that some people were attacked as well. Were they okay?" You asked. Chuuya muttered something. You ignored him, instead letting the woman that seemed to be his co-worker to scold him instead.