Love At First Crime (Kafka X Fem Reader)

Chapter 8: Under The Influence

[Y/n's PoV]

I turned around in shock when a voice suddenly comes from behind me. My eyes quickly widen in surprise when I realized the person I bumped into was actually Kafka herself.

How did she appear here suddenly and why did she come here while I was in the bathroom? She was the last person I would have expected to see here.

My mind starts to get a little foggy from the effects of the alcohol, which made the situation even more bizarre for me.

I quickly reached for the dagger on my side, but I was shocked to find that it suddenly disappeared from its sheath.

I quickly look back at her and see that she already had my dagger in her hand, which is very puzzling for me.

How did she get it from me so quickly and how did I not feel her taking it off from me? The effects of the alcohol are still too strong on me to think clearly, though I could tell Kafka's intentions are very hostile right now and she is holding the dagger at a dangerous angle.

"Tsk, what are you even doing here?" I asked her.

"I told you I'll be here at Penacony, remember? And I'm glad you took my word when I say to you that my next destination will be here." She responded.

"You just said that you will be in Penacony. I didn't expect you to be 'here' in this same exact bar as me." I replied as I try my best to remain calm, since she clearly has the upper hand.

"Hmm, yes, but at least I'm not that affected by the alcohol that I drank." She said.

"Touche." I replied as I try to composed myself once more, even though I could see that my words were a tad bit slurred from the effects of the alcohol.

The alcohol really made me even less alert than I usually would be, which was an advantage that Kafka now possesses against me now.

"You do know we are currently in the men's bathroom, right? It seems that you are really that drunk, hmm?~" Kafka asked with a smirk.

My face immediately flushes red when she pointed out that I was actually in the men's bathroom, not realizing that I just went here without thinking.

I feel a bit of embarrassment and shame about that fact and it only intensifies when Kafka laughs at me with a smug expression on her face.

I felt my back hit up against the sink as Kafka approached me. Her eyes are focused directly at me and she didn't seem to be afraid of getting close to me in this situation, as she moved closer in.

She still had a small smirk on her face, as though she found the situation amusing in a way, considering how she was now towering over me.

Kafka then slowly bring my dagger to my cheeks, tracing her fingers on my skin with the tip of the dagger while she maintained a threatening glare at me the entire time.

Her eyes were like sharp blades which seem to pierce through me, and her expression remained constant, not looking away from me even for a moment.

However, I couldn't help but notice the way her smirk and expression seems to get more intense the closer she got to me.

"Honestly, I don't know if I should kiss you or stab you at this point." She whispered.

"...."

I was already surprised by how close she got herself to me and suddenly hearing her whisper something in my ear made my heart beat jump.

She was just inches away from me and I can feel her breath against my ears. I try my best to remain calm despite the threat from the dagger that she still held. I couldn't help but wonder what her intentions were in saying such a thing.