•||Puppet Strings|ChuuyaxReader||• (DISCONTINUED)

•||Chapter 7||•

3 years later...

•||(Y/N) Pov||•

I have given my loyalty to the Port Mafia for 3 years now. Being one of the strongest executives has it perks, I guess.

The people there gave me respect, always bowing whenever I walked by. It was great to get the opportunity, but...

Are my parents really happy that I went to an organization that kills people?

Dazai kept saying to me that they were bad people. Then what about the people in the sidelines, who accidentally gets involved or even dies in the mission.

My thoughts got interrupted by the door creaking open.

It was Nakahara, holding some papers in his hands.

"Should've went to the rooftop..." I mumbled, not really caring if he heard or not.

"Why so?" He asked, placing the papers on me desk.

"Something's bugging me lately."

"And that something is?" He asked placing a hand on his hip.

"The people we've killed..." I said putting my head on my desk.

He sighed and went to the couch right by the door.

"You know they did some crimes, right?"

"Not them. What I mean is, the people from the sidelines."

"For the people from the sidelines, it wasn't really our fault for them getting killed. They were at the wrong place at the wrong time."

I slammed my hands on the desk.

"Chuuya!"

He flinched.

"What if they had families? And what about the children?"

"(L/N)—"

"I could've protected them somehow—"

"(Y/N)!" He shouted my name. I snapped my head towards him.

"What happened to you? You weren't like this years ago." He gripped my shoulders.

I looked down. Not wanting to face him at the moment.

"Come on, you can to talk to me. We're friends, right?" The grip on my shoulders loosened. I hesitantly looked up. His face softened up, giving me a heart warming smile.

"When the hell did you get nice to me?" I softly chuckled, sitting back down on my chair.

He glared at me, crossing his arms.

"Let's talk about it another time. I don't feel like talking about it right now. Having an existential crisis brings down the mood."

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•||3rd Person Pov||•

By the time Chuuya went out of her office, she sighed. She waited for a minutes before heading out to the corridor.

She walked past all of the doors in the corridor. Lamps were scattered along the walls, guiding her with each step.

She walked up the flight of stairs, going all the way to the rooftop. She opened the door. The breeze softly hit her face. She walked towards the railing and leaned against it.

She briefly looked at the scenery before her. Rushing cars, people walking in the sidewalk. It was normal, nothing out of the ordinary.

She activated her ability; After Dark. She made little figures, some animals, nature, and also Dazai and Chuuya beating the shit out of eachother.