The Chess Piece ( Nakahara Chuuya x OC)

[ 16 ] Metonoia

Third Person POV :

It was a bit late in the morning , the two Port Mafia executives were sitting in the conference room. Kouyou Ozaki and Nakahara Chuuya . Its been a moment since any of them had uttered a word , each silently lost in their thoughts but somehow, amazingly both thinking about the same matter.

" You don't seem tensed , Chuuya ." The woman stated quietly , her cherry red eyes glancing at the man who nodded slightly . He sat with his eyes shut and arms folded on his chest leisurely .

" I'm not." He answered shortly. He sat up into a better position , now staring at the opposite wall.

" Hey , Ane-san ."

The woman turned towards him , showing that she was listening .

He started with a hesitant voice , " Do you also think -"

" No Chuuya . " She cut him short . " I don't think your attempts will be futile ."

Finally , he turned to look at the woman . She had always been with him from the very beginning , after he joined the mafia. He was 15 when she had taken him under her wing to train him into a mafia executive. She was his mentor . A woman he had always highly respected and looked up to and not for once there had been an occasion , when she had not supported or agreed with him. Always trusting in his abilities and encouraging .

" Yet ..." The female furrowed her brows. " The boss doesn't seem to exactly trust her. " She looked at Chuuya , a bit concerned . Who sighed deeply as he stretched into his chair , getting into a more comfortable position  and gone back to closing his eyes , while he recalled the earlier encounter with his boss .

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The raven haired man shook his head slightly in disagreement pushing his executive into a more uncomfortable position.

" No . I don't think so Chuuya-kun. " The man exhaled sharply , as if disappointed at the opinion Chuuya had suggested.

This time he looked directly in the eye of the man standing before him . A chill ran down his spine under his boss's gaze , still Chuuya kept shut.

He had been dreading this. The ongoing conversation was about a certain woman , whom his boss seemed to distrust through and through. His attempt to help this woman seemed to be going downhills at a very fast pace. 

Why help this woman?

He had been careful to avoid answering this question. Maybe because it confused him as well. At first he thought it was out of pity but then again , this reason didn't seem convincing enough .  Perhaps it was that feeling of serenity he felt every time he saw her smile. Every time she smiled because of him.

The small laughs and chuckles that escaped her lips . They were so genuine and so true. Her usual cold and dark eyes always held a softness when she was with him. Her sassy remarks making him laugh and feel content. She never failed to make him amused and not to forget as a smile always , always stretched on his lips when he saw the two little blue stars dangling from her ears . He gave her those earrings, and she wore them . Everyday , all the time. They haven't got off her since she had put them on the first day. She always had them , like a cherished and priceless gift.

Yet , these weren't enough for what he wanted. A little bit of freedom , that's he wanted to give her. He knew that's what she had always craved. To be on top of everything , to give her independence would have been the best way to make that smile permanent on her.

She was known to not accept help, she would never let someone taint her pride . But this time she's chained to the lowest pit with no way out . Chuuya never realized why she never expressed any anger or bitterness towards him . He had been the one to bind her  drown her in this hell . And it was he whom she confided most into . The only person whom she talked to . It wasn't as lively as before but at least not dead either.