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

Truths

"Make yourself at home," Chuuya invited after taking off his shoes, placing them on a mat to keep the dirt out of the actual house. He left his socks on, indicating that he wanted you to do the same. You followed his lead, placing your shoes on the shoe rack he owned. It only had a couple of shoes on it.

You looked around the apartment. Traditional Japanese furniture decorated the room, making you smile in amusement. You continued to look around the extravagant home, amazed at how much he flaunted his wealth, even in his taste of glass. It was pretty, though.

"Well, the bathroom's over there. I'd let you use the guest room, but it's been made into a training room. Sorry..." Chuuya started, flashing a glance at you to see how'd you react to not having a room to yourself. As he suspected, your face was of stone, almost as though someone had carved out your neutral expression to resemble the presidents of the ADA, Fukozuwa.

You shrugged, observing one lone photo on his wall. "I don't care where I sleep tonight." You announced blandly while he left the room. "I'm just glad that you're letting me stay here. Thank you again, Chuuya." You responded, taking a picture of the picture. A soft hum was heard.

You sighed, once again looking around his house. It was expected of an executive of the Port Mafia- neat and orderly. You were tempted to look through the papers that sat on the table in a neat and orderly fashion. Shaking your head firmly, you told yourself no, moving on to another part of the room. The gorgeous rooms were all designed for comfort in mind it seemed, with them being soft on the eyes.

You chuckled, finding Chuuya in the dining area without his coats and hat. He looked tiny now. The male looked over at you, his face made of stone. You took away your smile in reflex, worried his anger would flare-up if you made another slightly amused face at him. The personage in front of you sighed, shaking his head in exasperation. He pointed at one final room.

"That's my room. If you wake me up for any reason apart from some murder's after you, I'm gonna kick your ass. Got that?" The male inquired as he pointed down the hall. You nodded in understanding as he walked a little closer. "Good night, Y/n." The male murmured, his fingers brushing against yours.

"G-good night Chuuya." You responded with a blush. He smiled softly, waving goodbye. Going to the room he'd pointed out to you, you sighed, sitting on the futon. The quilt made a soft flump as you landed on it. Lifting the quilt, you laid down in the comfortable futon. Rolling into a comfortable position, you sighed, looking into the darkness of the room. You smiled, closing your eyes as sleep overcame you.

*-~-~-*Time Skip*Chuuya's P.O.V.*~-~-~*

I yawned, getting upright in my futon. There was a slight chill in the air, making my skin tingle slightly. Placing my hand in my messy, orange curls, I scratched my head as the realization that I had to go to the bathroom came over me. Getting up, I passed where Y/n was sleeping soundly. It seemed like she was fairly comfortable. Knowing that she wouldn't want me to bother her at this late hour, I quickly went along and did my business.

The second time I passed Y/n's room, the temptation to see her sleeping face won over my common sense. The door pushed open slightly, letting me into the room. Moonlight from the window filtered onto her surprisingly soft face, her hair reflecting the silver beams of light. She looked so beautiful, curled up as she did.

I watched her for a bit, observing how she would twist and turn. The woman was just as graceful in her sleep as she was awake. Deciding that I'd crept around enough for one night, I sighed, getting up to go back to my bed. Looking back at Y/n, I smiled.

"Mmm," Y/n moaned, grasping at the bedsheets in fear. Her mouth, which had been in a smile only minutes ago, was now a grimace of pain. "Chuuya...Gide... please don't-" Y/n murmured out, her knuckles blooming white as her grip tightened on the sheets. I blinked, wondering what I could be doing in a dream about her adoptive father.

She groaned once again in her sleep, muttering.

"Y/n... what're you dreaming about?" I muttered, a little pissed. I could never understand her. She always kept so many secrets, so many things about herself a mystery. Sitting beside her on the futon, I grabbed her hand. It was still a pale white, but she seemed to relax when I drew my thumb over her soft skin.

And yet the woman still panted and sweat, her birthmark now revealed to my eyes. Her hand, now in mine, was clammy and pale. But it soon slipped out of my grasp and covered her birthmark. She began to cry in her sleep, delirious. The woman rolled back and forth, murmuring in her sleep. Things like 'no,' 'help me, please' and 'get away from me!' came from her in a pained way, as though she didn't want to do whatever it was she was dreaming of.

I finally shook her awake, to which she reflexively threw a punch in my direction. I blocked it easily, shocked at the force behind it. But Y/n soon realized that she'd thrown a punch at someone who wasn't her enemy and started to cry harder.

"I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I'm so sorry, Chuuya." She apologized quickly, withdrawing her hand and covering her face.

*~~~~*Your P.O.V.*~~~~*

You cried in your hands as the realization that you'd attacked your superior hit. Not just your superior. You loved him, you knew. But you had just attacked him. Your nightmares had put you over the edge, and you were so scared. You were scared you were going to hurt everyone you knew and cared about. You were scared that you'd become some monster. You were scared that Chuuya was going to hate you.

"Y/n..." Strong arms pulled your hands away from your face, forcing you to look at your friend. Not a friend, even. You honestly thought of him as a best friend. And the love of your life. Chuuya brushed away strands of hair from your face, smiling uncharacteristically. "It's okay," He promised while pulling closer to you.

You buried your face in his chest, sniffing while you started to recollect your thoughts. Then you told him about the nightmares, your fears, everything you'd kept in your heart for so long. He just listened, running a hand through your hair until you fell silent. Then Chuuya told you his fears and secrets. You both listened to the other until your hearts felt relieved.

You knew that Chuuya hadn't told you everything. He was a Mafia Executive, he couldn't tell you all that he knew. But you were just glad that he was comfortable enough to tell you what he thought about. And you knew that he felt the same.

A/n: I know. I suck. I have no excuses. I'm sorry that you got this chapter so late, and I'm sorry that it probably sucks. By the way, I hope that you all read the manga because this fic is going to be following the manga events as well as other events. :P Anyway, I hope that you at least slightly enjoyed my chapter that I wrote in 3... whole... months or something like that. It's been three months.

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