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ZERO. ONE. TWO. THREE(An Aki x Mystery MC, can be read as a self insert!)

THE LAST PARTTT!!! If ya'll want an extra part, or have requests for another character, let me know!\

THREE (The real you, this time.)

“Today, there’ll be a new member joining your division, Hayakawa.�� Makima’s usual “kind” tone echoed through the office, as Aki just nodded in response. “Okay. Is it really needed?” She nodded, smiling at him as her head rested on her hands, her amusement evident. “Oh trust me, you’ll get along splendidly.” Soon, the short briefing was over, as Aki headed down. He couldn’t help but feel a bit tense. It had been a while since a new member had joined them. “And she’s sooo fine, and like- she took out power in one hit!” Denji’s excited voice could be heard throughout the entire office basically, as Aki couldn’t help but sigh to himself. So it was a woman. Could it be her? It had been so, so long without her. Well, it had been two weeks, yet he was going absolutely insane. He had tried to reach the number multiple times, practically ripping his hair out as the stupid “This Number doesn’t exist.” message replaying over and over again.

“Oh is that so? Truly I'm flattered.” Aki halted before rounding that corner. That damn voice, could it be? Fuck. He quickly rushed to the bathroom, to adjust his hair, and to make sure he looked good. He wasn’t even sure if it was her, but he wanted to be damn prepared. And soon, he rounded the corner once more, and halted in his pace. It was her, and she looked better than ever. Her hair was cut, a blunt cut, yet one that framed her face so much better. And it showed so much more of that pretty face- Shit. “You’re staring!” Denji didn’t think something more hilarious existed. “Ehm. Sorry.” She got up from the couch with a truly radiant smile, as she stood before him, extending her hand to him. “She’s not gonna tell her name!” Denji echoed in the background, but his voice soon faded as Aki met her gaze again. “Carmilla Del Mares.” His heart dropped, it was another lie. Another fake name.

“But for you..” She grabbed his tie, like she always did, ignoring the yells from the boy in the back. She pressed a soft kiss against his neck, before moving to whisper in his ear. He didn’t care about the stares either as he pulled her in a tight embrace. He finally got her damn name. After all this time, all this goddamn pining. “Finally.” She chuckled, pulling away from the hug. “It’s a pleasure to meet you, Hayakawa. Can’t wait to work with you.”

#chainsaw man #aki hayakawa #slight smut #enemies to lovers #self insert #x reader #mutual pining

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adaptivebluewood · 2 months ago

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ZERO. ONE. TWO. THREE(An Aki x Mystery MC, can be read as a self insert!)

Andddd, time for another part. Enjoy!

TWO (And I got you now.)

The encounter with Aki led to well… an interesting dynamic one could say. They had caught each other multiple times before, yet they counted both as a “Draw.” You could almost call it an arrangement. Friends with Benefits, no, way too casual. But lovers sounded way too serious, they didn’t even know each other that long yet. Yet it seemed to be long enough to drive Aki goddamn crazy if you’d ask him. The game was almost forgotten by now, well, at least in his eyes. It wasn’t all a game to her, yet she still intended to win in the long run.

She was planning on marking tonight as her victory, celebrating in advance in a bar. It was a shitty downtown bar, yet the drinks were pretty damn good. So was the company. She ran into an old friend, chatting away with him, with the bonus of free drinks. She couldn’t help but laugh at some of the stupid comments, truly, this guy was a total idiot. She hadn’t exactly expected to be running into her sweet “little” Devil Hunter tonight. But fuck, fate had different plans. She met his gaze across the bar, a gaze that clearly told her he was pissed at the way she laughed with the other guy, truly she could understand where he was coming from. He gave a sharp tilt of his head toward the back entrance, not even waiting for a reply in return as he headed out. And fast. Fuck, this was NOT according to plan. She let out a deep sigh, downing the rest of her vodka cran, as she shot the friend a glance. “Duty calls. Can’t promise I'll return.” With that, she was off, pushing through the busy crowd in the bar, through the back door. She didn’t want Aki to get the idea it was all a stupid game to toy with him.

“Hey.” His cold, almost distant voice called out from a corner, as she turned to it right away as she emerged from the door. “Hi Aki.” He let out a scoff, not meeting her gaze as he took a drag from his cigarette. Pissed, he clearly seemed pissed. He was trying to play it off, trying to seem unbothered. But the tense muscles, the tick in his jaw and the underlying jealousy and the cold and harsh deliverance of his words explained more than he ever could think. “Had fun in there?” She knew where this was going, atleast, she could fucking guess at this point. He couldn’t take this “arrangement” anymore. Well, it wasn’t like she could either. She was just calmer under it, on the surface at least. “Sure. The drinks were good.” She replied bluntly, he was acting cold, so was she going to be. It wasn’t the most fair, but when had they been fair toward each other? “That prick in there, the one with his gaze all over you. Does he do it better than me?” She raised her eyebrows in response, trying to meet Aki’s gaze, who looked away right away, taking another drag of his cigarette with shaking hands. He was nervous, he was scared to hear the answer. He tried to hide so much from her, but he couldn’t. She knew more about him than she’d like to admit. He knew nearly nothing about it, and it kept her up at night. She wanted to be closer, to show him more of her. But, it wasn’t time yet.

“Excuse me?” She asked, voice harsher than intended. At this point, it was only going to escalate further. Both fucking refused to communicate with eachother, it wasn’t going to work like this. “I said, that prick inside. Does he fuck you better?” She was rarely rendered speechless, but this time, she definitely was. She couldn’t help the feeling of anger boiling underneath, yet one feeling ran deeper. A slight admiration, and definitely, a fucking lot of attraction. “And what makes you think he even touched me before?” He scoffed, tossing the cigarette on the ground, crushing it under his foot, and pushing himself off the wall, and ended up standing right before her. In most of their encounters, Aki wasn’t standing like this, so his full height wasn’t exactly visible. Now that he was standing in front of her like this, she couldn’t help but look up to meet his gaze, feeling smaller than she was used to. “It’s too familiar. You’re too familiar with each other. Bet he fucking gets your name huh, your real one?” Shit. Perhaps she really should have told him her name earlier, perhaps it’d soothe him more than anything else could. Yet she promised herself, she wouldn’t tell him her name, not until this stupid game was over.

“So what if he does?” Wrong words, she instantly regretted it as she saw the faint flicker of hurt passing through his eyes, quickly masked by a look of anger instead. “Don’t I fucking mean anything to you?” He leaned in closer, so close his lips were pressed against her hair, as he took a deep breath, taking in her scent. She noticed his breath hitched, before forcefully returned to a steady pace. He didn’t want to be entranced by her. “What am I to you? Circe, Chiyo. Who ever the fuck you may be. What am I to you?” One of his hands moved down her side, in a shaky motion, before grabbing onto her hip harshly, pulling her against him. “Why are you so silent? Usually you’re so damn talkative, huh?” This was a new side to him, she certainly hadn’t seen him like this before. It should make her feel sad, perhaps mad, but all she could be, was fully entranced with him instead. “Done with you fucking treating me like this. I know you introduced us, this, as a damn game. But you got me hanging by a goddamn thread just- Fuck, I can’t even deal with this anymore.” His words grew shakier, as he buried his face further into her hair, the grip on her waist tightening even further. She was speechless once more, unsure how to answer. He never showed this much emotion before, perhaps it even was unhealthy attachment, this entire thing. Whatever it was, she wanted more of it. “I can’t give you what you want.” He let out a bitter laugh at her response, pulling away from her hair just to look down at her. She just noticed his eyes were bloodshot, he looked tired. Exhausted even. “That wasn’t even my question. God- do you even listen to me?!” His emotions got harder and harder to read, the line between her own and his starting to blur. Not exactly a good thing. “I told you not to get attached, I told you this was a game. I didn’t mean for it to get to a point like this.” His gaze hardened, as the hand resting on her waist moved to bury into his hair, as he let out a groan, turning away from her. “Fucking hell..” An unfamiliar feeling shot through her.. Was this what humans would call guilt? She shook her head, pushing off from the wall. “Sorry.”

“Sorry? Fucking wait.” He caught her wrist, practically slamming her back into the wall. “You’re not going to fucking treat me like this. Can’t convince me we weren’t shit.” He ran a hand over her back in a soothing gesture, a small apology in case he had hurt her. His actions spoke louder than words, that was clear already. “You’re driving me fucking insane. I can’t take the pressure anymore.” His voice softened, as his voice turned more unsteady, and she could only look away. “Look at me.” His hand tightly grasped her chin, tilting it up to face him. She could see his gaze flickering to her lips briefly, before focusing on her eyes. Those damn fucking taunting eyes. He took a deep breath in, not breaking eye contact. “You’re gonna tell me your fucking name- tell me who the damn woman is who has been driving me.. Absolutely crazy.” He leaned down, crushing her lips in a suffocating kiss, one she didn’t even return. “Can’t even kiss me back.” He pulled away, and she noticed his hands were shaking more than before, how his jaw clenched once more. “I’m going to fucking beat the shit out of that guy. Taking you from me.”

“Wait.” She pulled him back, and trailed her hand up his lower abdomen, as his muscles tensed up, a low strained chuckle escaping his lips. “Don’t fucking do this to me. Not again.” She shook her head, looking up at him. “No. I won’t do this anymore.” With that, she pulled him down, kissing him instead. Sorry, Aki. I’ll explain it the next time we meet.

“Where are you going?” He was slightly dazed, leaning against the wall as he could barely register her heels as she walked away. Always those damn heels. “We’ll meet again.”

That night, Hayakawa Aki received a message. A simple message from an anonymous number. “I loved knowing you, as the unapproachable Aki. Got to admit, I never treated you fair. This is the end of the mysterious Takahashi Chiyo, and Circe Ambrosia. See you around, Aki <3” “What are you talking about?” MESSAGE NOT RECEIVED, NUMBER DOESN’T EXIST. “You got to be kidding me.” MESSAGE NOT RECEIVED, NUMBER DOESN’T EXIST.

#chainsaw man #aki hayakawa #slight smut #enemies to lovers #self insert #x reader #mutual pining

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adaptivebluewood · 2 months ago

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ZERO. ONE. TWO. THREE. (An Aki x Mystery MC, can be read as a self insert!)

It's time for ONE(up for a challenge?) I hope you enjoy!

ONE (Up for a challenge?)

With Makima’s “approval” for the test she had in mind for her new future work partner, she couldn’t just let it be a simple one. No, it had to be unexpected. But not too unexpected, it’d make it perhaps a genuinely traumatic experience. If she was going to work with this guy, for potentially years, she couldn’t be the reason for his trauma. So what better than to taunt him? She made sure he received fake files about a hybrid Devil, one similar to Denji was. One who was purposefully taunting and messing with Public Safety Hunters, making them disappear one by one. If they returned, it was with the description of never having been so afraid before, the feeling of impending doom and no escape. The feeling of Agoraphobia. The extreme fear of being in places where escape isn’t possible. That wasn’t the only bait she had planted, and she had made most of the baits traceable. If one takes a little time to look closely, the files were obviously faked. But along with her appearances, being in places where Aki never expected to see her. It was to the point of madness, and thinking he was hallucinating. That’s when she stopped. She didn’t actually want to harm him. Atleast, he hadn’t given her a reason yet.

Asking her men to “kidnap” Aki wasn’t a request she had made. It was on Makima’s request. Aki had needed a break, apparently. What’s a better way than starting a break normally? Ofcourse, via kidnapping! Now, it wasn’t exactly a common practice for her. Truly, this had been the first time she had a man strapped to her chair. Well, non consensually. Either way, she couldn’t deny there was something about him. He was tall, handsome, had dark features, and had a strong gaze. Truly she understood why he was so popular among female colleagues. Especially one by the name of Himeno. She couldn’t help but scoff, but instantly quieted down as she noticed the man stirring in his sleep. It was show time.

She silently watched from the shadows, as he stirred in his sleep. A low fog had filled the room, a toxin. A toxin coming from her actually, inducing intense fear in most cases. He couldn’t exactly see her through the handy little blindfold supplied to her. A good purchase, really. “Ugh.. what the hell.” His voice was well, quite rough. Perhaps her men had handled him too rough. Maybe they needed discipling later. It wasn’t a priority for now, she wanted to see how he reacted in the face of fear. Well, she mostly wanted to know if he even had the capacity to feel fear. Some traumas numb it fully, who knows. The leader of Special Division 4 got to have at least some guts. She stepped forward, having made sure she was wearing the exact same red bottom heels as she did on their first meeting. Perhaps if he was observant enough he could connect the links. His head snapped up almost instantly, facing her with a scary accuracy. He had a good sense of direction, or perhaps he recognised her. Maybe it was her imagination, or maybe she was more observant than she gave herself credit for.

“You.” “Me.” She replied perhaps too quickly, too excited. He wasn’t as scared as she expected him to be. “Where the fuck are we.” Mhm, that cold and collected tone, with underlying despair underneath. It was her favourite sound, her favourite sensation of fear she could awaken into humans. “Take a guess, pretty boy.” She put her hand on his head, burying it into his hair before pulling his head back, earning a slight groan from him. “You’re not frightened?” The bobbing of his adams apple gave enough of an answer, he was horrified, yet acting tough. How adorable. “You could at least let me smoke first. First pocket.” She scoffed in reply, letting go of him, and stepping back. “This cheap bullshit you smoke? I could put you on something better.” She snatched the pack of cigarettes out of his pocket with ease, flicking open the packaging. “Surprised you can even bear to smoke this stuff.” She took one of the cigarettes out of the box, instantly raising her eyebrows. Seemed she picked a good one. “Easy Revenge!” She stared at it for a moment, gaze darkening as quickly as it faded back to normal, the cigarette tossed onto the ground right away, crushed under her heel. “Why’d you do that?! That was a fine cigarette.” “Right, like I care.” He cursed under his breath, throwing his own head back. “..Fucking unfair.” She shrugged, slowly strolling back to the corner she came from, letting her heels drag agonisingly slowly across the hardwood flooring. “Maybe this is the “Easy Revenge!” that was written down on it.” There was no reply from him. Too harsh, maybe.

The next sound filling the silent room was the scratching sound of a match against its box, followed by it being lit. “Fuck- really now?” She chuckled, taking a drag from the cigarette she had just lit. One of the damn better brands. “Really. Wanna try?” He moved his head again, seemingly trying to track where she was standing now. “..Sure.” She hummed in response, strolling back over to him. “Open up.” She brought the cigarette to his lips, watching the tension almost leave his body as the scent of tobacco got closer. Just as it was about to meet his lips, she pulled it away, earning a frustrated sound from him. “You’re not fucking funny, you know that right?” Oh she thought she was funny, she couldn’t deny that. She was funny, it was a fact. She let out a laugh, placing a hand on his shoulder as she circled him, how a predator would circle its prey. The tension in his body seemed to increase, to the point of creating strain on the ropes restraining him. “Relax. I don’t bite, well, maybe if we get.. A bit closer hm?” She had leaned in, closer to his ear as she lowered her voice to a sultry, teasing one. His breath caught in his throat, as he clearly couldn’t register what was going on. “But, I'd like you to beg for me.”

After provoking him to the point of nearly breaking, she slowly untied his blindfold, letting it drop to the ground. As his eyes registered the new light source, he soon was met with the same teasing smile he had encountered months ago. The same teasing smile that had been haunting his dreams and showing up everywhere. “So it was you.” He glanced away, again cursing under his breath. “Fucking bitch..” Her smile hardered at the words, burying into his hair from behind, tugging and messing with the top knot his hair nearly always seemed to be tied with. “Now. Is it really smart to continue messing with me?” She messed up the top knot even more, pulling his hair free from it in the end. “Now that’s a better sight.” She let her hand slowly drop down to his neck, to his shoulder, finally resting on his chest as she circled around him once more, halting in front of him. “One.” “One?” She hummed in response, letting go of him as she crouched in front of his chair, meeting his gaze with a more sadistic seeming smile. “One. This marks the first time I caught you since I started a little game.” His gaze narrowed into a glare, as he huffed. “That’s not fair. I didn’t know we were playing a damn game. “According to your lovely files on me, I have never been fair. Right?” She stood up, dusting off the dress she was wearing, and letting out a yawn, covering her mouth with her hand. “But very well, I'll explain the game to you. See.. this marks one. If I catch you more than you catch me in a month's time, you, dear Aki, strike a deal with me. But if you catch me more.. I’ll join your lovely Public Safety Division.” She was going to join it either way, but he didn’t have to know that. Not yet.

“You can’t possibly think I'll agree to that.” His expression was complicated to read, but damn, his body language wasn’t lying. He certainly was very happy to see her. “That’s fine with me. If you wish to stay tied up here for all of eternity, be my guest.” She smiled at him, a way too innocent smile as she headed for the door. “Wait! Fucking wait- okay? I’ll play.” She chuckled, halting in front of the door for a moment, before turning around, and untying him from the ropes. “Good. I’m sure you’ll do great.” She grabbed him by the wrist as he was untied, not giving him a chance to protest as she dragged him to the door. “See you around, Aki.” She met his gaze, before grabbing him by the tie, pinning him against the door and kissing him. His eyes widened, but surprisingly, well honestly unsurprisingly to her, kissed her back with an almost feverish desperation. As his hand reached for her waist, she hummed into the kiss, and unlocked the door, quickly pulling away and pushing him outside. “Bye!” “You fucking bitch-” and, bang! The door was closed, and so was the first round.

#chainsaw man #aki hayakawa #slight smut #enemies to lovers #self insert #x reader #mutual pining

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adaptivebluewood · 2 months ago

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ZERO. ONE. TWO. THREE(An Aki x Mystery MC, can be read as a self insert!)

Hello everyone! it's been so long, and I definitely improved upon my writing now. Atleast, that's how i'd like to see it. I hope you enjoy!

ZERO: Before the “Game”

“So, what you’re saying is that his partner passed away?” “Yeah, his work partner.” In the line of Work of Devil Hunters, death wasn’t a foreign concept. Yet an attack on the Devil Hunters from Tokyo seemed to have been planned, causing the death of several of their Hunters. Of Course that was reason enough to finally send one of their strongest Hunters to assist Tokyo Special Division 4. Division 4 had the most unique out of most of Public Safety, yet due their nature they could be considered more “disposable” than the other squads they had. It was an experimental squad, one of the reasons why she considered refusing. But who refuses an offer directly from Makima?

“Right. I heard about the attack.” She smoothed out her skirt, keeping direct eye contact with the woman in front of her. The rumoured Makima, the one everyone seemed to adore so much. “I believe you and Hayakawa have met before.” The woman before Makima couldn’t help but raise her eyebrows, before shaking her head and letting out a scoff. “Hayakawa.. Aki, correct?” Makima’s smile just seemed to widen a little, clearly pleased that they had met before. “Under a different name.. Or well, names. Yeah, I've met Hayakawa before.” She sighed, thinking back to their first meeting. It certainly was.. Eventful. She couldn’t deny it- Aki was an interesting person. He was so cold and distant, yet he also seemed to have a certain weakness to him. Weak isn’t the perfect term to describe someone like him, but underneath that cold exterior there is something he doesn’t wish to show the world. Well, that’s how she’d describe him if Makima had asked..

Meeting -ZERO

A party hosted by Public Safety, it was a pretty rare occasion. Rarely anyone would refuse this offer, and the mysterious woman leading this story certainly thought so too. She did consider refusing, but she knew Makima would have her head in the end. Defiance wasn’t exactly something the Control Devil appreciated, so hey, she had no choice. Some humans believe one always has a choice- Which technically speaking, couldn’t be further from the truth. Perhaps there was some truth in it too, but how can you make a choice or consider yourself to have one if it’ll cause the downfall of everything you had built? Dwelling on the past didn’t have much use though, so she simply went to the stupid party as if nothing was wrong. Why would Makima ever have bad intentions? Truly, she didn’t seem like the type. That’s what she’d want people to spread around. Most likely.

The dress code for such a stupid party couldn’t exactly be too interesting, she didn’t want to be overdressed, but being undressed wasn’t an option either for a person like her. Well, one can never go wrong with a body fitting black dress and a pair of red bottom heels. Most likely.

The party would be as you expect any work party to be at the start- absolutely shit. It wasn’t exactly like anyone recognised her either. They saw her, sure. But they had no idea who this woman lingering around the table of drinks was. All they knew was that this woman could hold her liquor damn well. Looking around, she didn’t exactly spot anyone interesting to her either. Except for one. A man, well, a little bit younger than her, most likely around the age of 20. His hair reached his shoulders in a rough cut, and he had these.. Quite captivating blue eyes in her opinion. One issue though, a woman practically clinging over her shoulder. She recalled some files she read, those two must be part of Special Division 4. The bunch of crazy lunatics Makima had put to babysit a fiend, and a Chainsaw Devil apparently. How laughable. Those two should be Himeno and Hayakawa Aki. Hm, ah well. She considered approaching them, but they seemed close. Perhaps too close. The guy, Hayakawa. He seemed to not be into it as much as she was. She seemed older too, by at least a few years. Maybe this guy is just desirable in the eyes of older women- well.. Not that she herself was per se into younger guys. This Himeno woman also seemed to be older than herself. Doesn’t this mystery entice you? Oh trust me, I'd love to share the name as much as you’d like to know. Be patient, dear reader.

She wasn’t a jealous person- Well, she was. But definitely not with a guy she hadn’t even talked to yet. But with Himeno’s actions, they somehow managed to get on our lovely main lady’s nerves. Acting in this case would be stupid, truly stupid. It’d be a way to dig her whole career into an early grave. Not like she had much of a career to begin with in the first place. She worked as well, you could almost call it a mercenary. But with Public Safety constantly on her ass, she had to settle down at least somewhere. What better place than Public Safety itself? She couldn’t help but let out a scoff, out loud. Strange, sure. The wine was cheap here, she sure would have expected Public Safety to be able to afford a damn nice bottle for one of these rare occasions. Apparently not, greedy bastards. “See you tapped into the pleasures of alcohol too.” Now that’s a voice she wouldn’t complain about. “Hi, old man.” She lifted her hand, a lazy gesture in return. “Hello, been a while huh?” It indeed had been, she had seen Kishibe last when she was around 21, and now she was 24. It sure had been a while, and she was certain the both of them had changed. “Yeah. Didn’t expect to be back here soon.” “Heard you went private and got Public Safety after ya.” Kishibe said in a dry tone, as usual, while downing half of a glass of pure liquor down in one go. Classic Kishibe action. “True. But hey, what can I say? Missed you and Quanxi too much.” She could hear a scoff from the man, before being followed by a rough chuckle. “That’s why you’ve been focusing on that guy there, right?” He raised his glass, pointing it to Aki. She rolled her eyes, quickly taking the glass from Kishibe, and using the arm to manoeuvre herself in his embrace. “Shut up. Don’t draw attention to me.” She chugged down the remaining liquor in the glass, before swiftly moving out of Kishibe’s embrace. “Mhm. Sure.” He just shook his head, before raising the now empty glass once more, and walking off. “Take care, girl.”

With Kishibe gone, she couldn’t help but let out a sigh in relief. She took her time to glance back to where Aki and Himeno had been previously, and ofcourse, they were gone. Great. She sighed, pouring herself another glass. “Good evening.” At that voice, she nearly crushed the wineglass that was resting comfortably against her hand, now under so much tension her knuckles had turned white too. “Miss Makima. Good evening to you too.” She closed her eyes for a moment, regaining her composure and finishing pouring her well deserved glass of wine. Well, if she had to just for herself at least. “Have you been enjoying yourself? It’s new for you to be in Tokyo again.” That stupid tone, and that stupid forced and manipulative smile. She already wanted to leave. “Yeah. It’s actually so great I'll go catch some fresh air.” She excused herself, taking her wine glass with her. It was still shitty wine. She swore on her future grave it was shittier than any other wine she had before.

The cold bit at her skin as she finally reached a back alley, sighing as she leaned against the wall, taking a sip of her wine. It was terrible really, but it was something to keep her entertained. She probably should have worn a jacket, but it wasn’t that cold when she left before. Well, it was to be expected either way. Her wine was finally starting to taste better, when it was interrupted by an awfully loud laugh, followed by a simple chuckle. She clenched her jaw, her nails digging into the palm of her hand as she took another sip from the wine, a way more aggressive one. Too aggressive, probably. So that’s where they had gone. “Hey Aki, i’ll be back soon! Need another drink.” Her words were slurred, and a clear stench of cheap beer came from the corner of the alley. The small hiccups soon faded along with some stumbling footsteps. Finally, some peace and quiet. Or a chance for some action. “Oh. Fuck.” The wine glass dropped to the hard concrete, shattering on impact. Totally an accident, ofcourse. “Who’s there?” She couldn’t help but let out a soft chuckle, finally managed to draw the guys attention at last. “Oh I don’t know, who is there?” Quite honestly, if a normal person would hear a voice like hers coming from a dark end of an alley, they’d run the opposite way. Especially with the voice potentially coming from a damn Devil. But no, he seemed not to move, not even when the clacking of heels was approaching him.

“Hey.” She called out, halting before him, a slight teasing smile already present on her lips. “Hey. Do I know you?” Wow, certainly off to a good start. Maybe she misjudged his character already. “Maybe you do, maybe you don’t. Does it matter to you?” Starting with cryptic questions and trying to draw out any reaction from someone was typically how she started an encounter. Especially if she was interested in someone, or atleast, slightly intrigued by them. “Makes total sense. Course, I saw you in the files.” She raised her eyebrows at that answer, eyes flickering quickly between the cigarette resting between his lips, and those cold eyes. Interesting response. “Cool. Saw you there too.” She shrugged in response, fuck, she couldn’t directly come up with a clever response. “Your girlfriend seemed pretty drunk.” He took a puff from his cigarette, blowing the smoke straight into her face. Great, a guy with an attitude. “Not my girl. Just a friend. Close one.” The teasing smile slightly faltered at his gesture, and the way he was talking. She didn’t let it show for long though, instantly regaining the very same smile. “Right. Heard her from quite far away.” Well Himeno probably was too drunk to even return back outside, not an issue for her though. “What’s your name?” He asked, finally in a normal seeming tone as he snuffed out the cigarette. “..Chiyo. Takahashi Chiyo.” He raised his eyebrows in return this time, as if asking her “really now?”. Well, maybe the name was too obviously fake. “Right Miss “Takahashi.” I asked for your real name.” She couldn’t help but let out a chuckle. It was a fair point, she supposed. But she wasn’t too fond of someone telling her true name if they hadn’t earned it yet. “You caught me” She hummed, before continuing. “Circe Ambrosia. It’s more real than the other one.” It wasn’t the most clear answer, but it was part of the game she liked to play. “Right. You’re not an honest woman. Nice to know.” Perhaps this type of game didn’t work on him, not the weirdest concept. Not everyone enjoyed being toyed with. “I haven’t told you a lie. Yet. Takahashi Chiyo, Circe Ambrosia.. Both are names I do use.” He didn’t seem exactly impressed, but there was a hint of curiosity in his gaze. Well, that was a start. “Okay. Can’t say I have heard about either of those names before.” She simply hummed in reply, meeting his gaze. “So you did lie to me.” He seemed to freeze for a moment, not communicating in words, just in his gaze. “You said you saw me in the files before. If you did, you’d know my name, Dear Aki.” She chuckled, turning around, enjoying the look of shock that passed his face as she did. He must have thought she was bluffing too. “So see, I am an honest woman. If you’re an honest man, that’s the question. Rookie.” With that, she was gone. Only questions remained for him, while only answers remained for her. The start of a potential game. Only one victor, already determined by this very encounter. How amusing.

BACK TO ZERO

“Great. I’d love for you to work together with him then.” As Makima’s offer stood, she got up from her chair, nodding. “Mhm, thanks ma’am. I won’t disappoint, but I do have one request.” Makima held her gaze for a moment, almost daring her to speak before her command, before she nodded. “Go on.” “I’d like to test him.” Her smile, wicked and fake at first, seemed to genuinely shift to one of amusement. “Very well. I’d love to know the results of your “test”, Miss Estrella Roja.”

And that was part one! I'll put all of them in a post, rest assured!

#chainsaw man #aki hayakawa #slight smut #enemies to lovers #self insert #x reader #mutual pining

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