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Chapter Six: Kind Hearts Don't Grab Any Glory!

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The forest was full of energy far too early for the dark clad adventurer as he opened his front door with coffee in a mug that had a picture of his face that was clearly drawn by a child. Hawkodile and another hybrid creature, this one an alligator crossed with an eagle were exchanging blows while a flamingo with a turtle shell watched eagerly.

"Hm. Gonna be that kinda morning." Rex muttered into his cup as he walked next to the flamingo. "You fightin' the winner, Pinky?"

"Yeah!" She turned to see who had spoken and laughed. "Did we wake you, old man?"

"Nope. But ya are on my lawn." He put his cup on the windowsill. "That means I get next as the host." He smirked.

"You? Don't make me laugh. Ya look like ya couldn't beat a drum solo."

"And you look like you should be on a bubblegum wrapper. We could always fight for next. I'm game if you are." He hit his left palm with his right hand balled in a fist.

"Don't cry to me when ya break your back!" The flamingo charged at Rex, who hit her with a left hook that sent her to the ground. She shook her head and laughed wildly. "Oh it is so on!" She came at the man with a flying kick, which he blocked with his arm. Another punch sent the shelled bird into a tree between the lizard rivals. They stopped to watch the flamingo rush at Rex, who countered the flying kick with a cross punch to her shell. Her kicks gained blinding speed, but the man was able to roll in time to avoid the more devastating blows.

"Dude. Who is that guy?" The gator lifted an eyebrow, flexing his black wings. "Hey! Guy! Flamurtle! We're fightin' over here!"

"Eaglator! Ya ain't the most important thing in the forest! The old guy's good!" Flamurtle finally landed a kick on Rex's chest, sending him into the side of his house.

"I ain't that old, Pinky!" He ran at Flamurtle with a Superman punch aimed at her shell. She spun around, dazed for a second.

"Bro. Can ya take this somewhere else? You'll get in the way!" Hawkodile sent a haymaker Eaglator's way, taking his rival by surprise.

"I guess you got a point there." By this point, Flamurtle had charged Rex again, but this only got the bird trapped in a headlock. Rex shrugged. "But this is my front yard. I should get a say who fights and who doesn't. I'm not a fan of rebuildin' my cabin every week." The punk bird slipped out of Rex's grasp.

"How we gonna settle this, old man?" Eaglator growled.

"First: I'm in my early thirties. Not that old. Second: I say we do this like Tyler Durden." Rex grinned wildly. "We create a fight club. It does mean we gotta play by some basic rules, but it'll mean we can avoid this crap."

"Ugh. Rules. What, so no low blows and stuff like that?" Eaglator rolled his eyes.

"Nope. Actually, one of them is literally 'one fight at a time'. Nothin' too restrictive." Rex leaned on a tree. "So. You guys wanna listen, or do we just go back to fightin' each other in a big pile? I'm cool either way."

"OK, bro. I'll hear ya out." Hawkodile flexed his wings. "What's a fight club?"

"Just that. A club where we fight." He was glossing over the more chaotic and anarchical aspects, but that wasn't relevant for this plan. "Two guys at a time in the ring. One fight at a time. No weapons, just you. If someone taps out or goes down, it's over. Fight goes on as long as it has to and we keep this little agreement between us four. If ya can agree to that, I think we can have some fun here."

"I'll agree. Those rules ain't bad." Hawkodile approvingly nodded.

"Eh, it's gonna be a change, but I'm down if it means I finally get some action." Flamurtle shrugged.

"Does that mean we don't get to fight any other time?" Eaglator folded his arms.

"Actually, no. Outside of the ring, I don't care whatcha do. I know ya got a thing goin' on and I ain't here to change that. Just make sure we all get a chance to hit each other in the name of sport… or training… or whatever."

"Fine. If Hawkodile's on board, I'll do it."

"Looks like we're doin' this. Let me go clear some trees." He gestured to a field close enough to be seen where they stood, but far enough away to not have flying fighters hit his house.

"Ya gotta let me help, little man. I bet I can get the trees cleared with my kicks faster than your punches!" Flamurtle rushed off to start clearing trees. The remaining three combatants worked to get a fence around the perimeter with the felled trees.

"Shocked he ain't tellin' us we can't fly. He's a human and the rest of us got wings." Eaglator rolled his eyes as he worked to hammer some logs into the ground.

"I don't think we gotta worry about him. I heard he has a punch that can cause earthquakes. I'm almost insulted. I think he was holding back on me." Flamurtle sat on top of an already hammered log.

"He probably was. I heard he went soft. Used to be the most feared thing in the whole galaxy." Eaglator laughed. "Why give that up to hang out with the Unikingdom royal family?"

"I don't think you've seen the guy when he's fired up, bro." Hawkodile propped a log up for Eaglator to hammer. "He's got some scary energy, I hear. It'd make my life harder if he tried to level the planet or something, so I'm glad he ain't about that right now."

"Hey! Little man! Were you holding back on me before?" Flamurtle shouted to the Master Breaker, who was in the process of installing a door in the area.

"I was about to ask the same thing, Pinky! Your kicks were weak!"

"I wanna get first fight with you, little man! It is so on!" Flamurtle shouted back, wings flitting with raw aggressive energy. The three men finished their work and the flamingo flew down to join them. "By the way, I so need to tell Owlamander about this. She'll want in, too."

"Ok. Here's how this is goin' down. Hawk and Eaglator, finish your fight. Then me and Pinky. Then winner of both fights gets the last one. We cool with this?" The other three agreed. "Cool. Go for it, guys." Rex walked to the door and closed it, waiting for the fight to begin. Flamurtle took a seat on top of the fence. The fight soon began, the two fighters clearly evenly matched. The fight went on for a while, during which Rex left and returned with sandwiches for the group. He jumped up on the log next to Flamurtle and offered her one. She took it and ripped into it.

"Why are ya here in a place like this, little man? Ya could be anywhere with the skills I hear ya got."

"I'm tryin' to find myself. I've been lost for a long time, in more ways than one." Rex looked at the fight, but his mental focus was on Flamurtle.

"Action Forest is some place to do it. You having any luck?"

"Not really. I think I got close, then I'm faced with my past mistakes again. I got time, though. More time than ya might think."

"I feel like ya got this. If anyone can, it's the famous Master Breaker. Ya just gotta do some breakin' in here." She pat his head roughly. "Don't worry. I'll knock some sense into ya soon."

"Wouldn't want it any other way, Pinky." Rex heard a shout from below them. Eaglator was tapping out. "Looks like we're up. No holdin' back this time, promise." He jumped down and smirked. "Hawkodile is the winner this round. Time to finish what the oversized lawn ornament and I started."

"Let's go, wingless wonder." Flamurtle beckoned Rex with her hand to make the first move. "Show me the strength that made the stars fall out of the sky! Ka KAW!" Rex turned and headed for the closest part of the wall to him. "Come on! You gonna chicken out now?"

He jumped to the top of the wall. Hawkodile could see the unbridled and deep well of rage behind the human's dark eyes, an anger that burned hot enough that it would swallow most weaker men whole. He wasn't sure Flamurtle saw this as well. The human jumped off of his perch and flew to the ground, fist held straight in front of him. Hawkodile made it his business to know Rex's fighting technique. He was already starting with his ace, the punch that helped end the universe. He wanted to step in, but the attack connected with the target before he could: the ground? Why did he miss Flamurtle? It took a few moments for the move to make sense.

The impact of the Master Breaker Punch caused Flamurtle to be knocked off her feet by the shockwave and blinded by the neon blue and green energy. Rex took advantage of the confusion and slammed into the flamingo with a spinning back fist, followed by a series of alternating left and right hooks. An uppercut sent his sparring partner flying skyward.

"Ya wanna call it now, Pinky?" He shouted, the fire in his eyes not letting up. "I could keep goin' all day."

"Death from above!" The flamingo flew at the man with terrifying speed and force, leg extended for a flying kick. She drove the man into the ground, emitting a scream that sent soundwaves into the hole Rex made with his body. She flew above the hole and laughed. "Get the lead out, old man! Come o-ah!"

Rex grabbed her left leg and used it to pull himself out of the crater, then threw her to the wall like a shot put. He rushed out to where she landed and hit her with an overhand hook to the beak. He then smashed her with a fury of jabs and hooks, yelling as he landed each frenzied punch. She blocked a few of the hooks, but most of them broke through her defenses.

"Love the fury, little man!" She threw her opponent a left hook, which landed on the side of his face. "Love the passion!" She jumped up and tried to hit him with a roundhouse kick and another soundwave attack. He blocked the kick with his arms, but was blown away by the yell. "Keep my heart racin'!" She tried to hit Rex with a spinning kick, but Rex grabbed her leg and threw her again, hitting her with an uppercut before she hit the wall. Hawkodile could see Rex was almost on a kind of autopilot now, letting his inter rage guide and strengthen his attacks. He would be interesting to fight, if it came to that in this arena. Another throw from Rex and Flamurtle was out cold.

"Rex gets the win." Hawkodile bellowed. He rushed to Flamurtle, who he was able to wake up. She staggered out of harm's way as the crocodile made sure she wasn't too damaged. "Flamurtle, don't push yourself next time. He had ya on the ropes. Think of this like training, not a real fight. No shame in tappin' out."

"You know I go all out, Hawk. That's all I do." She smirked. "Man, if I didn't have a nemesis… Woo!" Hawkodile rolled his eyes and walked over to Rex, who was doing circular breathing to calm himself.

"Rex, are you down to fight? Ya can back down if ya think you can't handle another." Hawkodile could see the man tremble and hear a jaggedness in his breath.

"I gotta keep up. I'll be fine." Rex waved Hawkodile away. "Are you ready, bro?"

"I'm ready when you are. Just gonna tell you what I told Flamurtle: Don't push yourself. This ain't the big leagues. Ya have nothing to prove."

"Let's go. Come on." Rex took a fighting stance.

"Alright, bro. You got it." Hawkodile's stance was defensive. He watched Rex's eyes and could see that fire again. Would it ever die down? Was that why he insisted on fighting despite needing a break? Rex charged at him with a heavy right hook, which wasn't hard to block. The two spent a few minutes just exchanging heavy blows until Rex jumped up on the fence again. Hawkodile flew on the fence next to him and knocked the man back down to the arena floor with a low sweep. Rex slowly got up, breathing heavily. Hawkodile didn't know if he should be in awe at his opponent's determination or worried. "Eaglator. Bro. Call it. He doesn't look good." This was answered with Rex setting up a Master Breaker Punch, the gator watching intently. He teetered on the top of the fence as he lined up his target. Hawkodile braced for impact, but his opponent simply fell off of the fence without finishing the move. The hawk caught him and put him on the ground. "Bro! Call the fight!"

"The guy said it himself, bro. Fights go on as long as they need to. He's still lookin' to fight. Look." Eaglator pointed to Rex, who connected a haymaker at Hawkodile's turned back. Hawkodile hit the ground and rolled his eyes. He blocked a few punches from the human before grabbing him by the collar.

"Bro. This fight is over." He threw Rex over his shoulder. "He may wanna fight, but he's not like us. He needs to build up to that."

"Ya gotta push yourself to get to where we are, Hawkodile. Let him finish the fight." Eaglator grabbed the human and set him down. "Ya hearing this, bro? He thinks you're weak." With a bellow, the human rushed at the hawk chimera, the fire burning hotter than it had all day. One punch and the fight was over… for Rex. Hawkodile threw the human on his shoulder, staring daggers at his eternal rival before walking out of the arena.

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cinnamonm00n · 2 years

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Bittersweet

Chuuya x reader

Potential trigger warnings: death, blood

Epilogue: here

Reader P. O. V

"...There are waffles in the air, but flour in my hair..."

Soft singing under my breath followed me around as I was carrying a large tray of cakes from the oven through the buzzing air of the bakery's kitchen.

The warm vanilla scent caressing me from the back as I got further from the oven station just for to quickly be replaced by crisp air of the main baking area, filled with the sound of crackling, wisking and busy foot steps.

The singing tune on my lips changed as I happily develop a bounce to my step, happiness blossoming into a little flower in my chest only for it to slither away under a loud yell coming from the cash register "OI, L/N MOVE IT OVER THERE! THE CUSTOMERS AIN'T GONNA WAIT THE WHOLE MORNIN' !"

A sour thought brezzes through me "Wow boss you really know how to motivate, eh?"

I wave my boss away placing while placing a tray of cakes on a large table nearby and walking out of his sight.

Right as I step back into the main kitchen I go back to tending to my flower of happiness, enjoying the scents sprawling in my nose.

"Back to work, Y/N... " I tell myself with a new wave of motivation.

On their own my hands start moving, picking up flower and sugar from the cabinets above me, while my eyes follow the butter melting on the stove and my mind pictures the icing color combos I will be using when this one is done.

I stir the butter quickly before I place a clean bowl on the counter top and start adding the ingredients I picked out before.

As I work under the skin of my fingertips I let my emotions flow out raw, right into the bowl with the mix. I envision the stars of my dreams and lightning of my fear melt away in the bater, in the to just pour it in the mold and briskly shove it in the oven to settle.

Closing up my first batch of the day I steal a glance at the people at the cash register while shaking the flour off my hands.

My mouth shapes into a smile, wishing that I could see their faces or hear their heartbeat when they take the first bite, to see them be engulfed in the world I've baked. A giggle tugs on my warm cheek as I go back to baking with a new song to accompany me.

Much to my boss' dismay.

Third person P. O. V

Black hallways of the Port Mafia building echoed with the steps of a coat draped ginger wallking through them.

The shallow sound following his shillouet all the way to the large doors wich lead the way into his boss' office.

"Boss... " the ginger said as he stepped inside.

"Ah, Chuuya-kun you're here!". Chuuya's boss, Mori Ougai, turned to look up at him from his kneeling position on the floor in front of a young blonde girl. Around him a small nest of crayons, papers and expensive dresses was vividly taking shape.

Chuuya quickly bowed "My apologies for interrupting you sir... But you quickly requested that I come here. "

Mori started getting up from the floor as the girl stuck out her tounge and went back to her drawings on the floor.

"That in fact I did. The situation is rather urgent I would say..." he got up to go over to his desk, filling the chair behind it with his weight.

With his chin now comfortably placed on top of his laced fingers he began addressing the mentioned urgency to Chuuya.

"We have come over the information that some of our smugglers have turned out to be associated with another organization in a treading deal and they've been stealing from us from quite some time now. They have stolen an impressive amount of our valuable cargo." he stole a glance at the large window wall on his left side. The light reflexed in his eye.

"An impressive amount that's worth over 80 000 yen on the black market. "

Chuuya nodded to this, his fist held tight "So what's the plan of action?"

"I'm glad you asked." Mori smiled.

"You'll take the Black Lizard on a raid to their hideout, leave the leaders alive and bring them to me. Kill the rest. Understood?"

"Yes boss!"

"Good." with that Mori waved him off.

Chuuya bowed again as he exited the office.

- || -

"Damn it! The sun is gonna kill me." Chuuya cursed under his breath as he walked in front of a large tunnel.

"So... An underground organization? This just might finally become interesting." he thought as a smirk rose between his lips.

Feverish red glow started to appear around him, his footsteps increasing in force 10 times than normal he started to walk inside of the darkness of the tunel.

"These fuckers really are about to see what it's like to be crushed by gravity..."

Reader P. O. V

The noons in the bakery were always quiet so it wasn't very surprising to see most of my co-workers lazing around or smoking outside by the park. These moments of quiet were the times I took advantage of to work on my own recepies and notes since the kitchen was mostly empty.

The soft spikes of lazy afternoon silence were scraping on my back as I was measuring honey over a bowl. No noise came to me as I focused on the droplets falling into the milk on the stove.

Until a defening explosion ripped from the park.

Dropping my utencials in shock, I snap my head towards the glass door where I see my co-workers gathering outside to source the noise. I hurriedly join them, shaking.

They start to yell and point to the park near by, all of them soon silenced by another much bigger explosion. This one being followed by a wave of red glow pushing the whole crowd tumbling backwards.

"Oh, fuck no, I'm not dying today!" was all my shaken up brain could muster to coherency.

My wobbly legs carried me back inside, where it was crammed with people. Both bystanders from the streets and workers.

Another explosion roared piercing the glass. "Y/N, get the hell out of here!" my head yelled and I listened.

Pushing out through the crowd I found my way to the door wich lead to the back-alley behind the bakery. Hiding behind old boxes and garbage cans I hugged my knees hoping to calm my heart, wich was about to burst into a bloody pulp from fear.

My hiding spot smelled like garbage, but my best hope was that garbage was gonna get blown up instead of me.

Third person P. O. V

Chuuya sent another piece of concrete flying.

"Hirotsu, call for back up!! We're losing here!"

As he yelled the piece he had sent flying came back at him full force, followed by a wave of green acid.

"Damned gifted..." Chuuya wipped the blood off his lip. The boss didn't tell him that the three leaders seem to have very powerful abilities. Two of them being the one he was fighting now.

One of them was able to copy his opponent's attacks the other one was able to control acid. The Black Lizard currently fighting the third one, who was able to multiply herself.

No wonder they were able to steal so much. Their skills were amazing.

Regardless of that Chuuya kept on attacking trying his best to then dodge his own moves, plus a rain of acid coming his way repeatedly.

"So this is the feared Port Mafia?!" asked the acid controler mockingly.

"Im surprised how you even figured us out with the weak ass game you showing here!" he yelled walking over to Chuuya who was now laying on the ground from the hits. The acid guy smirked and with a whip of his hand sent a hit of acid across Chuuya's chest.

Chuuya yelled from the pain. He tried to attack again, the pain on his chest was making him weaker.

The acid controler was preparing another hit when a black shadow punched through the air knocking him to the ground.

Chuuya tried lifting his head.

"Akuatgawa?"

He didn't get an answer, just an image of a man in a black coat with a blonde female at his tail shooting.

Explosions different from earlier started forming around, doubled up by gun shots in the back.

Weak from his injuries Chuuya couldn't move until a nasty blast blew him away, knocking him unconscious while the shots continued to ricochet in the back.

Reader P. O. V

My knees were shaking. Thoughts were a static filed of nothing but adrenaline.

I heard screams in the far open.

My throat wanted join them in their demonstration of fear yet I also felt like I needed to do something to help.

Yet stayed there quivering.

My numb eyelids crash into each other just to feel them again, I forgot how to blink in this ruckus, until I heard another blow closer to my hiding spot.

"FUCK I'M GONNA DIE"

A thud followed, I got up ready to run until body of an unconscious man laying in the beginning of the alley appeared under the raining cloud of dust.

"Someone else will help him..." I looked around for that someone then another explosion roared down the street. "Aaaand that someone is me!"

I ran over to him and pulled him back to my hiding spot with all of my strength.

Laying him behind the trash can, where I'd previously sat, I could hear bangs and thuds continuing to bloom all around us.

I looked over at the ginger man I pulled from the street hoping he would wake up so we could both run from here.

I shake his shoulder.

He was out cold.

It was obvious I couldn't just leave him there nor could I run with him like this. Riddled helpless I just hugged my shaking knees again, praying that this would all end soon.

Reader P. O. V

The chaos had finally cleared, much later, when the moon was already basking deep in the black of the night.

The silence following it was even harsher then the sounds of explosions before it.

I peeped out of my hiding to see the police helping the scared or the injured on the streets, although keeping weary of the area were the explosions happened.

Something shuffled next to me, quickly turning I find the ginger man opening his eyes.

With a lot of effort a groggy blue eyed stare was peering at me.

"Who the hell are.... You?!" he snapped through his teeth.

"Ummm... Y/N... I'm Y/N!"

He kept panting, now glaring at me.

"You better not be one of the... AAGH!" He yelped mid sentence clutching his chest.

"Oh my god, are you ok?!" I ask quickly. He didn't answer.

"The police is over there they can help you and- "

"NO, not the police! Just..." he went quiet again.

I looked at him, worried.

"He's not dying. Is he?!"

I search around for a solution to help him somehow.

Back at the street the sights seemed to have cleared.

I put his arm over my shoulder.

"What are you doing?!" he snaps at me.

"Sshh I'm gonna help you. Try to stay conscious, don't waste your energy!"

Pulling the man with me through the back door into the bakery kitchen I helped him sit on a table and lean against the tiled wall.

"Where are you hurt?" I ask.

He points to his chest.

I'm not given a chance to say more because he just started taking of his shirt.

A blush runs to my face.

"Stop standing there and help me out. Do you have a faucet somewhere over here?" he asks.

I lead him to the sink where he washes what I now notice to be a fresh burn, spreading vertically across his entire chest.

After washing it off he bandages himself up with the first aid kit I dug up from the drawers. All the while still refusing my help.

"How are you feeling now?" I ask as I pack away the first aid kit.

"It hurts, but I'm better now" he replies "Thank you... erghh... "

"Y/N"

"Thank you, Y/N"

His head leans against the wall making his hat drape over his eyes. He was still breathing heavily.

Watching him breath through the pain a silence formed around us.

"And mind if I ask who are you?" I cautiously try to break it. He looks back at me from under the rim of his hat.

"Im Chuuya. Nakahara Chuuya"

"Lovely meeting you, mister almost-dying-Chuuya Nakahara. Oh yes, and just one more thing why did you avoid the police when you clearly needed help?" a little bravery awakes in me as I speak trough my sarcasm.

His eyebrow silently raised, and that bravery vanished as quickly as it came.

"I'm... You just seemed like you were gonna die, you know?"

"You don't play around, huh?" he shuffled a bit to raise himself from the wall.

"I'll just tell don't worry about that. My boss took care of that" a smirk grows on his lips "But shouldn't you be worrying about the fact that you kinda trespassed in here through the back door?"

"Hah! Nice try but I work here" I smirk back with pride.

"What you're a baker?" he winces from pain a little as he speaks.

"Mhm... " I answer, looking back at his loose bandages. I feel sorry for him again...

"Are you sure you are ok tho?"

A sighs comes out of him "I am just... Can you help me with my shirt? I... need to get going... "

I nod and sport a faint blush again as I help him with his shirt and coat.

"You are sure about this tho? You don't seem too ok" he fixes his hat as he weakly gets off the table

"I am. "

Even with that strong reply I still am not convinced.

"Like 100% sure?" he chuckles softly "100% sure, thank you again Y/N" he tips his hat towards me.

"It's nothing, hope you get back, wherever you came from, safe... Chuuya"

I watch him leave through the back door with a weak step. Leaving the kitchen empty to wallow in the sounds comming from the outside.

My head tries to sink into peace again from again after the strange man I had just met.

Chuuya P. O. V

The plush of the pillow in the infirmary supported my head as the doctor tied new bandages to my back.

The burn from that acid asshole was sure to leave a scar he said.

"And that should do it" the doctor said, tying the last bandage.

Soon after that we heard the door open.

"How are you doing, Chuuya-kun?"

I recoginsed the voice and got up reflexively. Despite feeling weak.

"Much better boss... "

Mori nodded his head and as if on que the doctor left the room to us.

"Im sorry to be the barer of bad news while you're recovering but I have to tell you that the group got away, and that the most of the cargo was either destroyed or used in the battle... "

"THOSE SONS OF A BITCH! " I stumped my fist on the mattress.

"Calm down Chuuya. This is a great loss for the Mafia but if we manage to catch them we will still manage to get much more than we have lost... "

"What do you mean?"

"This organization has been trying to overthrow the Port Mafia by making deals with other rivalry groups. If we kill them we will get the money they offered to other groups, in oderd to join them, and get fear in the bones of those who belived they could beat us. It's a chained event really... Cut the root and whole plant will die. " he paused to look straight into my eyes "But for that to occur I expect to see you recovered and back at work soon"

I look at my hands and squeeze them into fists.

"You will, boss"

"I am indeed counting on it"

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I was going back from the head quarters, carrying with me the weight of a failed mission.

It got under my skin even worse than the acid that burned on my chest.

The empty town streets seemed claustrophobic under the tension building in my mind.

Feeling that restless my eyes started darting around me thinking how a nice a bottle of wine will drown my sorrows when I reach home.

This would have occurred if was able to use my bike, yet the injury took that away along with my good mood.

Thinking this I followed along the pavement until I noticed a broken glass door.

It nugded my eyes upwards and behind it I see a familiar sighing silhouette drumming her fingers on the register.

Following her movements for a bit she caught my eye, trapping it in her gaze.

It then felt obligatory to go inside..

Reader P. O. V

It's been three days since the bomb attack and because the bakery was the closest to the scene of crime many people have become scared to come here, and the few gossipers wich did show up were only greeted with broken shop windows to report back on.

Guess that was pretty flavorless for them since they never stayed long enough to buy anything.

Ticking of the clock was the only thing keeping me company for now.

For the first time I couldn't wait to get out of here. The closing shifts were the dullest blade, wich somehow hurt the most.

Ticking then got interrupted by the sound of the bell above the door signaling a customer.

"Is this still open?" the customer asked.

To my great surprise it was the man I pulled from the street that day.

"Oh, it's you!?"

He walked over to the counter. ,

"Hello there, Y/N"

Damn, he even remembers my name.

"Um, hi! What brings you here? Got more bombs to take care of?" I ask.

He seemed unimpressed with my joke

"I noticed you on the counter and rembered you work here, so I thought I should try what you gotta offer here" he replied now looking at the displayed cakes and sweets "Hope none of these are hidden bombs"

Light crackles through me. This is my chance.

"I'm afraid we don't serve those... But tell you what... You know these displayed ones aren't the best tasting ones, right?" he raises an eyebrow to this.

"Really?"

"Yup! Sit over there I'll join you soon with something accutally edible... Trust me it will blow you away"

I feel his eyes roll as I run towards the kitchen and start cutting up a piece of strawberry cake I baked with my own recepie that very morning to use up the time.

The one boss refused to display.

- || -

Carrying my pride and joy packed in a slice back, I find the Chuuya settled g at a table looking around the shop.

As soon as he heared me coming he looked back from the clock on the wall he was inspecting.

"Heree you go~" I sing placing the cake in front of him.

As he examines the piece I sit beside him placing my head in my hands to keep them distracted. My heart thumping along with the ticking clock on the wall.

Chuuya P. O. V

I wanted to grab a pastry and leave and yet I ended up here. Sitting in front of a girl with litteral fireworks dancing out of her eyes.

"You really love your job, eh?" I ask.

She laughs "My, my what gave it away!"

"Your eyes and how you litteraly jumped at an opportunity to give me this cake" I honestly reply, turning my eyes back on the treat in front of me.

Her eyebrow crooks "You really don't miss anything?" her smile blings at me again through her rosy cheeks " And I gotta say you're absolutely right. But I think it will be even clearer when you try the cake. Now chop, chop!"

I listen to her and place a fork in my mouth.

I feel my eyes go wide.

It's like I just swallowed a ball of melted strawberry fileds and flowery summers in my mouth.

"You.. You made this!? " I ask.

Her sparkling eyes were on the verge of popping out.

"Jeeze can't tell maybe I blacked out and a ghost made it and I claimed it as mine... What should I tell him tho, do you like it?!"

"It's amazing!" I greedily take another bite. A smile rivaling the sun appears on her face. Warming up the room.

In a flash of heavenly taste the cake vanished from the plate wich her eyes didn't fail to notice.

"Would you like some more?" she smirks. I cover my half full mouth to answer.

"Yes please!"

A chuckle follows her as she grabs the plate from me. Soon returning with a new piece on it.

As I begin to enjoy it again she speaks, looking out the window.

"You know... I'm really glad you stopped by today! Since that whole bombing incident we haven't had many customers."

Guilt starts to wash over my throat staining the cake taste.

"Really?"

"Yeah, it's not that fun without customers. Seeing their faces when they eat our treats to me is the greatest charm to baking!" she leans her head back smiling.

The piece in my mouth scrapes me as it goes down my dired up throat.

I try to continue to enjoy the cake and Y/N's radiating happiness when she speaks up again.

"By the way, how did you end up getting caught in that blast back then? If you don't mind me asking again. "

I choke up a little. "I... I had buissnes in there"

Her eyebrow quirks again "Some dangerous buissnes, eh? I hope your injury wasn't too bad"

Trying to take the the conversation out of dangerous waters I say "I'm fine now thank you for asking".

"I mean you do kinda give me the gangster vibes".

I don't think she knew how dangerous those words were...

But I did and thus decided it was better to leave now before a disaster came on.

"Anyhow, I should get going. How much will this be?" I get up from the table.

"It's on the house" Y/N says.

"Hah! Do you do this for all your customers?" I laugh

"Nah, only for the ones I like and besides" she gets up from her seat "You gave me the positive feedback I need to get that cake on the menu so thank you for that! " the room felt warm again with ring of her words I couldn't help but smile myself "In that case I'm glad I stopped by"

I walk over to the door as her voice soar through the room again.

"Come again soon!"

Third person P. O. V

The days to come have grown to be full of twist and turns for Chuuya's behavior. Wringing his heart off some of the dark that had collected on it.

Now instead of rushing straight to his apartment after work he would now pass by the bakery where Y/N worked.

It felt so easy to talk to her whenever they got a chance to hang out. As if their words flowed down a river through a peacfull sunset of understanding.

Of course her treats were another part of the appeal.

He once stopped at the bakery when she wasn't working there and the pastry he ordered just didn't taste the same. Only a shallow crunch of dough and sugar.

The times when the stress and worry from the mafia became too much. Chuuya would walk by the bakery where he would see Y/N listing to music as she cleaned before locking up for the night. They way her h/c tresses would sway, her crooked dance moves and the peaceful joy she carried like an amulet made him stay and watch for a while before he would leave so she wouldn't see him.

The rush of blood he once felt when driving his motorbike was now replaced with a rush when he saw her e/c eyes glimmer when she talked about baking.

"One day I'm gonna open my own bakery! Just you wait and see!" she would say her voice rich with passion.

She was sunshine nectar in a bottle and he a thirsty alcoholic drying in the darkness.

Reader P. O. V

Who knew that all it took for me to start liking closing shifts was a short redhead man.

I didn't even realize before how much more free time I had to experimente in the kitchen at these shifts.

That's why was now using that time making a special treat for Chuuya.

It wasn't rare to hear him gush about wine. So I decided to surprise him using this lead, from his very secretive life, that I managed to get out of him.

Decorating a pastry with a strong scent of wine I heared a jingle from the bell signaling a customer.

"Chuuya?"

I peep my head from the kitchen and seeing him at the door made my soul timber a bit.

"Just the man I wanted to see!"

"Eh?!" comes from him.

"You know where to wait I'll be right back!" I yell out as I run back to the kitchen grabbing the plate.

As I walked back I saw him sitting at the table, taking of his hat and ruffling his hair.

"Damn, that was hot!" I think

"Snap out of it Y/N" yells in my head.

"Since you said you love wine soo much I made this for you~" I place the pastry in front of him with flourish.

"You made this for me?" he asks.

"Nooo, I made this for my aunt out in Iceland. Of course it's for you silly! Now try it I want you tell me if it's good"

He smriks "I'd be more surprised if it wasn't"

I raise an eyebrow hoping to distract him from the blush he caused on my face.

He takes a bite.

Closing his eyes he licks his lips "What did I do to deserve this? This is amazing!"

"Im really glad you like it!" I respond.

After sinking in his reply, happly I watch the street through the shop window when Chuuya suddenly speaks up.

"Hey... Would you like to go somewhere after you lock up?" he shyly asks between bites. A single butterfly flutters in my heart

"S-sure!" suddenly I look down at myself "You just gotta give me time to tidy up tho. I look like a disaster. "

"Oh, of course no problem" he swallows another bite, face tainting red in the cheeks.

I get up from the table and go to change from my work chlotes. As I opened a door to the staff room I hear footsteps running towards me only to see Chuuya who starts yelling.

"We need to leave NOW!"

"What?!" he grabs my arm and takes me to the back door to the back ally.

"I'm having deja vu..."

Chuuya ignores me ans crouches down behind a trashcan pulling me with him.

"I saw that Port Mafia rat go this way" echoed near us. Then everything clicked.

"You're with the Port Mafia?!? " I whisper yell.

"Ssshhh I'll explain everything later. Just please stay here, I don't want them hurting you!" My jaw drops until I hear a loud bang wich made Chuuya leave me behind to step out in front of the shadow yelling.

Chuuya P. O. V

I step out to see the acid controler grinning in front of me.

"Good.." I think.

I can beat him this time, I can't let him hurt Y/N.

"You back for more?!" I say as I activate my ability.

"I should be the one asking you that!" he shouts sending a wave of acid at me. I dodge and start attacking him, mindful to keep far from the place where I left Y/N.

Carefully avaoding attacks it seemed like I was about to corner him when I heard shuffling in the back. Worried I turn to look, only for my attention to be snapped back by a loud bang.

I turned to find Y/N beating the living daylights out of the acid controller with a trash can lid.

"Y/N WHAT THE HELL ARE YOU DOING?!" I yell out

"TAKING OUT THE GARBAGE!" she yelled back, knocking the guy unconscious.

"And you..." she panted "Owe me some answers."

- || -

"So you're with the Port Mafia?" Y/N asks softly.

I see no point in lying now.

"Yes. I am" I hear her swallow and my heart shatters. I remain quiet under the weight of guilt and worry.

I finish tying up the acid guy so I can look at her. She's staring at the ceiling.

"Are you scared?" I ask

"I don't know... I mean you were with the Mafia when we met and if you wanted you could have killed me way before. But now that I know... It's just the good I see in you doesn't match with the evil I associate with mafia"

My chest clenches.

"I would never hurt you Y/N and I think you know that" I take a shaky breath "I didn't tell cause I know how dangerous this job is. Getting you involved would either scare you away or end up getting you hurt. I'm sorry... "

"See that's the Chuuya I know! The loving and caring one, the one I just saw can't scare me when I know what's on the inside"

Tears prod my eyes.

"So you're not gonna run away from me?" my throat shakes

"Unless you try to kill me!" she smiles weakly.

Stepping closer she wraps her arms around me. Her light and warmth getting into my veins making drops of tears in my eyes heavier forcing me to blink them away.

My body clings to her. To her sofftnes and shaking from all the fear she was trying to hide. To the familiar scent of her kitchen making me dizzy.

Reader P. O. V

I couldn't say that I wasn't living on needles after learning that Chuuya was in the Port Mafia. Although the knowledge of it made our relationship so much easier and more honest. He opened up to me about more of things I never dared to ask. It made me fonder of him even more than before.

That explains why I agreed to go on a date with him. "I'm felling badass" I thought to myself "I'm going out with a mafioso"

Me and Chuuya met near the city center. He looked like a panting from Louvre basking in the evening glow.

The smile he greeted me with made my knees give out.

"Thank you for agreeing to this" I wave him off "Oh please, the pleasure is all mine!"

I look him in the eyes.

"Really though, thank you for asking me out... It's a true pleasure".

His eyes soak up the dying sun into their blue fabric, glowing with tenderness.

"Then I can't disappoint. Shall we go then?" he asked offering me his hand.

"Yes please!" I answer laughing.

- || -

Laughter escaped my chest as I walk next to Chuuya. After such an evetnfull day I didn't think this could get better.

I only stopped laughing after I saw Chuuya give me a deep look.

"Is everything ok?" I ask concerned.

"You said you have a fear of heights, right?"

"Yeah... What of it?" as I said this his eyes light up.

"Follow me!" he said and he started running.

"Huh?!" I yell as I run after him trying my best to keep up with his fast pace.

My running ceased only when we reach a tall building. Panting I look around until I hear him calling from the roof.

"WHat the...." I breath out.

"COME OVER HERE I REALLY NEED TO SHOW YOU SOMETHING!" he yells. I enter the building to find the closest lift to get to the roof top.

I'm not using stairs after all that running.

The second I got there Chuuya grabbed my hand "Do you trust me?".

Now I was scared.

He didn't wait for a reply instead a red glow stared appearing around me making me weightless.

"HOLLY SHIT!" booms from my mouth as I get higher. I close my eyes and tense up, scared out of my mind.

I keep tensed up like that until a familiar voice crackles in my ear.

"Open your eyes~"

With a lot of hesitance I do and see Chuuya floating next to me.

I look around to see the dark fabric of the night sewed through with the stars and city lights of the Yokohama city.

"Wow..." I sigh.

Chuuya speaks again "So are you over your fear?"

I look up at him "I think I am.... "

"Good...." his warm hands wrap around my waist "... cause I think it's time for me to get over mine"

His lips gently touch mine and I melt into him, letting my heart do flips in my chest as he pulls me closer.

Third person P. O. V

"Lad is everything fine?" Kyouyou looked at Chuuya across the executive table.

"Better than you can imagine, big sis. Better than you can imagine" he sweetly replied.

He still felt the warm spots on his cheeks and arms where Y/N held him.

At that moment the door suddenly opened, reveling Mori's hurried steps.

"Look alive everyone! The traitors are on the run again. Weaker this time thanks to Chuuya's capture of the acid controler but the other two are just as dangerous. We need to capture them as quick as possible!"

The executives rose to there feet "Yes boss!"

- || -

With one final punch Chuuya sent the multiplying ability user to the wall the others rushing to her to capture her.

Chuuya rubbed his tired wrists as Kyoyou asked him "How do you know it's not her clone?"

"Don't worry about it. I made sure it isn't "

Excusing himself Chuuya walked away from the fight scene reaching for his phone that was silently vibrating in his pocket.

"Hello? Oh hi Y/N. Yeah I'm almost done here, I'll meet you at the bakery later. See you~" he put his phone back and smiled, fresh warmth filling his chest as he walked away.

Head in the clouds he didn't notice silver eyes of the real abilty user praying on him from behind.

Reader P. O. V

With a hum I locked the bakery door after my shift. Prickles of excitement tumbling down my core.

I leaned in the glass door looking around waiting for Chuuya.

The empty street then echoed a whisper of my name.

I turn to the direction of it.

"Umm.... Hello?!" Instead of an answer I get a hand to my throat. I choke as it slams me through the glass door to the ground.

Through the haze I'm met with a pair of grey eyes staring down at me.

"Listen here you little shit, you better not move or make a sound or you're done for!!" the woman above me strengthens the grip on my throat. My vision turns blurry, drowning me in.

I'm almost unconscious as she picks me up placing a cold blade to my pulsating veins.

"Now let's hang out together for a bit, just us girls, shall we?"

Third person P. O. V

Chuuya's pulse quickened at the sight of the broken bakery door.

"NO... no, no... NO!" he yelled as he ran inside. All the fears checked of the list when he saw Y/N, quvivering. With a knife to her throat.

"Y/N!" he yelled. The silvereyed woman smiled at his panic.

"You're the bastard that killed my boyfriend, eh?" she moved the knife closer to Y/N's throat.

"How about I give you the taste of your own medicine?"

Chuuya tried attacking but was too slow.

The rain of blood had already painted the floor.

Chuuya P. O. V

My yelling went numb in my own ears as I held Y/N's lifeless body in my arms. I watched all the life and passion bleed out from her. Her eyes losing their shine, hands bleeding out all their skill and warmth.

She was gone.

The light inside her flipped off like a switch.

Reader P. O. V

I was in the first row seat to my own funeral following the saddened crowd as my body was laid in a gaping whole for worms.

If I were alive I would have gotten shivers.

The whole time I was near Chuuya I saw him fighting off tears. Keeping up a mirage for the others making up the crowd on my burial.

It came shattering down when everyone left.

He fell to his knees in front of my grave. The scorching sun painting the pain in his tears to fruition.

"I'm sorry... I'm so sorry!" he chocked out.

Chuuya's cries were dry and his back hunched to discomfort.

I kept yelling about this innocence in this mess but it fell on deaf ears.

I sit in front of him and hold his face with the foggy image that remained of my hands.

The cloud of dust that were my lips tried kissing his tears away, wanting so bad for him to know not to blame himself.

Nothing worked. I was dead.

All I could do was watch him make a blood soaked promise to kill the woman who did this to me.

It hurt knowing that another death could not bring me back.

We both knew.

Everyone knew.

Yet the world was too much with us.

One had to leave...

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Chuuya Nakahara x fem/Reader

/ Part 2

Reader P. O. V

,,..... There's waffles in the air, but flour in my hair.... " I sang softly carrying a large tray of cakes from the oven through the buzz of the bakery kitchen. The warm vanilla scent embraced me from the back as I got further from the oven station just for to quickly be replaced by the crisp air filled with the sound of crackling, wisking and busy foot steps from the main baking area. I change my singing tune happily as I develop a bounce to my step, my happiness blossoming into a little flower in my chest only for it to wither away with a loud yell " OI, L/N MOVE IT OVER THERE! THE CUSTOMERS AIN'T GONNA WAIT THE WHOLE MORNIN'!"

A sour thought and expression follow from me "Wow boss you really know how to motivate, eh?". I wave my boss away placing tray of cakes on a large table and walking out of his sight.

Right as I step back into the main kitchen I go back to tending to my flower of happiness, enjoying the scent playing in my nose. "Back to work Y/N!" I tell myself.

On their own my hands start moving, picking up flower and sugar. Trough my fingertips I let my emotions flow, right into the bowl with the mix. I let the stars of my dreams and lightning of my fear melt away in the bater, just to pour it in the mold to shove it in the oven to settle.

Closing up my first batch of the day I steal a glance at the people at the cash registre. I smile softly wishing I could see their faces or hear their heartbeat when they take the first bite, to see them be engulfed in the world I've baked. A smile tugs on my warm cheek one more time as I go back to baking with a new tune to my lips to my bosses dismay.

Third person P. O. V

Black hallways of the Port Mafia building echoed with the steps of a coat draped ginger wallking through them. The shallow sound following him all the way to large doors to his bosses office.

,,... Boss" the ginger said stepping inside.

,, Ah, Chuuya-kun you're here!".

Chuuya's boss, Mori Ougai, leaned to look at him from his kneeling position from the floor in front of a young blonde girl.

Chuuya quickly bowed ,, My apologies for interrupting you Sir but you quickly requested me to come here"

Mori started getting up from the floor. ,, In fact I did. The situation is rather urgent. Some of our smmuglers have turned out to be in fact another organization stealing from us. They have stolen an impressive amount of our cargo. " He sat at his desk ,, An impressive amount that's worth over 80 000 yen on the black market"

Chuuya nodded to this ,, So what's the plan?"

,, You'll take the Black Lizard on a raid to their hideout, leave the leaders alive and bring them to me. Understood?"

,, Yes boss! "

,, Good."

Chuuya bowed again as he exited the office.

- || -

,, Damn it! The sun is gonna kill me." Chuuya cursed under his breath as he walked in front of a large tunnel. ,, Oya, and underground organization? This just might finnaly become interesting." he thought with a smirk.

Feverish red glow started to appear around him, his footsteps increasing in force 10 times as he started to walk inside of the darkness of the tunel.

,, These fuckers really are about to see what it's like to be crushed by gravity. "

Reader P. O. V

The noons in the bakery were always quiet so it wasn't very surprising to see most of my co-workers lazing around or smoking outside by the park.

These were also the times I used to work on my own recepies and notes since the kitchen was mostly empty.

The soft spikes of silence were scraping on my back as I was measuring honey over a bowl. I was enjoying my peacfull time until an explosion ripped from the park.

Dropping my utencials in shock, I snap my head towards the glass door where I see my co-workers gathering outside. I hurriedly join them, shaking.

They are yelling and pointing to the park near by, all of them soon silenced by another much bigger explosion. This one being followed by a wave of red glow pushing the whole crowd away.

,, Fuck no, I'm not dying today!!" was all my shaken up brain could muster.

My wobbly legs carried me back inside, where it was crammed with people. Both bystanders and workers.

Another explosion roared piercing the glass. ,, GURL get the hell out of here!" my head yelled and I listened. Pushing out through the crowd I found my way to the back ally behind the bakery. Hiding behind old boxes and garbage cans I hugged my knees hoping to calm my heart, wich was about to burst from fear. My hiding spot smelled like shit, but my best hope was that shit was gonna get blown up instead of me.

Third person P. O. V

Chuuya sent another piece of concrete flying ,,Hirotsu, call for back up!! We're losing here!!!".

As he yelled the piece he had sent flying came back at him full force, followed by a wave of green acid.

,, Damn gifted..." Chuuya wipped the blood of his lip. The boss didn't tell him that the three leaders seem to have very powerful abilities. Two of them being the one he was fighting now.

One of them being able to copy his opponent's attacks the other one being able to control acid. The Black Lizard was currently fighting the third one, who was able to multiply herself.

No wonder they were able to steal so much.

Chuuya kept on attacking trying his best to then dodge his own moves, plus a rain of acid.

,, This is the feared Port Mafia?!?" asked the acid controler mockingly. ,, Im surprised you even figured us out with the weak ass game you showing here!" he yelled walking over to Chuuya who was now laying on the ground. The acid guy smirked and with a whip of his hand sent a hit of acid across Chuuya's chest.

Chuuya yelled from the pain. He tried to attack again, the pain on his chest making him weaker. The acid controler was preparing another hit when a black shadow punched through the air knocking him to the ground.

Chuuya tried lifting his head ,,Aktagawa?". He didn't get an answer just an image of a man in a black coat with a blonde female at his tail shooting.

Explosions different from earlier started forming around, stepped up by gun shots in the back.

Weak from his injuries Chuuya couldn't move until a nasty blast blew him away, knocking him unconscious while the shots contuied in the back.

Reader P. O. V

My knees and my mind kept shaking. I heard screams in the far open. I wanted join them in their demonstration of fear but I also felt like I needed to do something to help. Yet I stayed there quvivering.

I shut my numb eyes, I forgot how to blink in this ruckus, until I heard another blow closer to my hiding spot.

"FUCK I'M GONNA DIE" I thought

A thud followed, I got up ready to run until I saw body of an unconscious man laying in the beging of the ally way.

,, Someone else will help him.... " I looked around for that someone then another explosion came. ,,Aaaand that someone is me!"

I ran over to him and pulled him back to the place where I was hiding.

The bangs and thuds continued to bloom all around us. I looked over at the ginger man I pulled from the street hoping he would wake up so we could run from here.

He was out cold.

I couldn't just leave him there but neither could I run with him like this , so I just hugged my shaking knees again, praying that this would end soon.

Reared P. O. V

The chaos was finnaly cleared when it was deep in the night. The silence following it even harsher then the sounds of explosions before it.

I peeped out of my hidding, I saw police helping the scared or the injured on the streets but avoiding the area of the explosions.

I heard something shuffle next to me I quickly turn to find the ginger man opening his eyes.

With a lot of effort two bule eyes started looking into me.

,, Who the hell are.... You?!?" he snapped through his teeth.

,, Ummm.... Y/N... I'm Y/N!"

He kept panting and staring at me. ,, You better not be... AAGH!!" He yelped mid sentence clutching his chest.

,, Oh my god, are you ok?!?" I ask quickly.

He didn't answer.

,, The police is over there they can help you and.. "

,, NO, not the police! Just..." he went quiet again.

I looked at him worried. "He's not dying. Is he?!" I thought. Back at the street the sight seemed to have cleared. I put his arm over my shoulder.

,, What are you doing?!?" he snaps at me.

,, Sshh I'm gonna help you. Try to stay concious!"

Pulling the man with me through the back door into bakery kitchen I helped him sit on a table and lean against the wall.

,, Where are you hurt?" I ask. He points to his chest. I'm not given a chance to say more because he just started taking of his shirt.

A blush runs to my face. ,,Stop standing there and help me out. Do you have a faucet over here?" he asks. I lead him to the faucet where he washes what I now notice to be a burn. After washing it off he bandages himself up with the first aid kid I dug up from the drawers.

,, How are you feeling now?"

,, It hurts, but I'm better now" he replies. ,,Thank you.... erghh.. "

,, Y/N"

,, Thank you, Y/N"

His head leans against the wall making his hat drape over his eyes. ,, And mind if I ask who are you? " I cautiously break the silence.

He looks back at me,, Im Chuuya. Chuuya Nakahara"

,, Nice to meet you then, and one more thing why did you avoid the police when you clearly need help?" a little bravery awakes in me as I speak.

,, You don't play around, huh? Don't worry about that my boss took care of that" a smirk grows on his lips ,,You should worry about you breaking in here"

,, Hah! Nice try but I work here" I smirk back with pride.

,, What you're a baker?". He winces from pain a little as he speaks.

,, Mhm" I answer ,,Are you sure you are ok?"

A sighs comes out of him ,,I am just... Can you help me with my shirt, I... need to get going"

I sport a faint blush again as I help him with his shirt and coat. ,,You are sure about this? You don't seem ok"

He fixes his hat as he weakly gets off the table ,, I am".

Even with that strong reply I still am not convinced ,, Like 100% sure? "

I hear a light chuckle from him ,, 100% sure, thank you again Y/N" he tips his hat towards me.

,, It's nothing, hope you get back, wherever you came from, safe. Chuuya"

As I watch him leave through the back door with a weak step I try to sink in the strange man I had just met.

Chuuya P. O. V

The plush of the pillow in infirmary supported my head as the doctor tied new bandages to my back. The burn from that acid asshole was sure to leave a scar he said.

,, A-and that should do it" the doctor said. Soon after that we heard the door open.

,, How are you Chuuya-kun?". I recoginsed the voice and got up.

,, Much better Boss"

He nodded his head and as if on que the doctor left the room to us.

,, Im sorry to be the barer of bad news but I have to tell you that the group got away, and that the most of the cargo was either destroyed or used in the battle"

,, THOSE SONS OF A BITCH" I stumped my fist on the mattress

,, Calm down Chuuya. This is a great loss for the Mafia but if we manage to catch them we will get much more than we have lost"

,, What do you mean?"

,, This organization has been trying to overthrow the Port Mafia by making deals with other groups. If we kill them we will get the money they offered to other groups and get fear in the bones of those who belived they could beat us." he paused to look at me ,, But for that I expect to see you back at work soon"

I nod ,, You will boss"

- || -

I was going back from the head quarters, carrying with me weight of a failed mission. It stung even worse than that burn on my chest.

I started looking around the streets of Yokohama thinking how a nice a bottle of wine will ease my sorrows when I get home.

This was the plan until I noticed a broken glass door. Behind it a familiar sighing sillouet tapping her fingers on the registre.

I decided to drown my troubles with something else.

Reader P. O. V

It's been three days since the bomb attacks and because the bakery was the closest to the scene of crime many people have become scared to come here, and the few gossipers wich did show up were only greeted with broken shop windows.

Guess that was preety flavorless for them since they never stayed long to buy anything.

Ticking of the clock was the only thing keeping me company. For the first time I couldn't wait to get out of here. The closing shifts were never fun.

Ticking then got interrupted by the sound of the bell above the door signaling a customer.

,, Is this still open?" the customer asked.

To my great surprise it was the man I pulled from the street.

,, Oh, it's you!?"

He walked over to the counter. ,, Hello Y/N"

Damn, he even remembers my name. ,,Um, hi! What brings you here?"

I ask.

,, I noticed you on the counter and rembered you work here, so I thought I should try what you gotta offer" he replied now looking at the displayed cakes and sweets.

Light crackles through me. This is my chance. ,,You know these displayed ones aren't the best tasting ones, right?" he raises an eyebrow to this ,,Really?"

,, Yup! Sit over there I'll join you soon". I run towards the kitchen and start cutting up a piece of strawberry cake I baked with my own recepie. The one boss refused to display.

- || -

Carrying my pride and joy back I find the man sitting at a table looking around.

,, Heree you go~" I sing placing the cake in front of him. As he examines the piece I sit beside him placing my head on my hands. Heart thumping in wait to see his reaction.

Chuuya P. O. V

I wanted to grab a pastry and leave and yet I ended up here. Sitting in front of a girl with litteral fireworks pouring out of her eyes.

,, You really love your job, eh?" I ask. She laughs ,, My, my what gave it away!"

,, Your eyes and how you litteraly jumped at an opportunity to give me this cake" I honestly reply, turning my eyes back on the cake.

She crooks an eyebrow ,, You really don't miss anything?" she smiles ,, And I gotta say you're absolutely right. But I think it will be even clearer when you try the cake. Now chop, chop!"

I listen to her and place a fork in my mouth.

I feel my eyes go wide. It's like I just swallowed a ball of melted flowers in my mouth.

,, You.. You made this!? " I ask. Her sparkling eyes were on the verge of popping out. ,, I did. Do you like it?!"

,, It's amazing!" I greedily take another bite. A smile rivaling the sun appears on her face. Warming up the room.

The cake soon dissapered from the plate wich her didn't fail to notice.

,, Would you like some more?" she smirks. I cover my half full mouth to answer ,, Yes please!"

A chuckle follows her as she grabs the plate from me.

Soon she comes back. ,, You know I'm really glad you stopped by today! Since that whole bombing incident we haven't had many customers."

Guilt starts to wash over my throat. ,, Really?"

,, Yeah, it's not that fun without customers. Seeing their faces when they eat our treats to me is the greatest charm to baking!" she leans her head back smiling.

I continue to enjoy the cake and Y/N's radiating happiness when she speaks up again.

,, By the way, how did you end up getting caught in that blast back then? If you don't mind me asking."

I choke up a little. ,,I had buissnes there".

Her eyebrow quirks again ,, Some dangerous buissnes, eh? I hope your injury wasn't too bad"

Trying to brush off the conversation I say ,, I'm fine now thank you for asking".

,, You do kinda give me the gangster vibe". I don't think she knew how dangerous those words were.

,, Anyhow, I should get going. How much will this be?" I get up from the table.

,, It's on the house" Y/N says.

,, Hah! Do you do this for all your customers?" I laugh

,, Nah, only for the ones I like and besides" she gets up from her seat ,, You gave me the positive feedback I need to get that cake on the menu so thank you for that!"

The room felt warm again with her words I couldn't help but smile myself

,,In that case I'm glad I stopped by"

I walk over to the door as her voice rings through the room ,, Come again soon!"

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Merlin one shot, bit of humour can be found here

"No boat huh?" Matthew muttered, scratching his head in slight confusion

It was one thousand years later, and what would have been water was now fields, yet the Isle of the Blessed still sat on a hill in all its glory- the same hill that Talia and Matt stood facing.

"No boat. That’s global warming for you," Talia shrugged easily as she placed down her longbow, making Matthew roll his eyes

"So, what are we doing here?" Matthew asked as he sat on the hill looking down to the isle.

"Remember the last time we were here?" She asked, joining him sitting on the hill, their knees touching as they leaned back.

"Screaming vale, Doracha, cranky old woman, scarification of a soul to close the vail, Lancelot being an idiot, you warning the old hag..sure hard to forget, really. Why?" Matthew grinned cheekily.

"Well, time for..revenge," she smirked.

Matthew blinked..and blinked. "We're what?"

"Going to get revenge, well we ain't but..you’ll see," she half shrugged, laying back into the grass enjoying the rays from the warm sun.

"How? Or should I say why?" Matthew asked, looking over to her.

"Because I promised Lancelot I wouldn't get revenge...back then...didn't say anything about helping get revenge." Her eyes closed, unable to see the disbelieving look Matthew gave her. "You know he's gonna have kittens knowing what we're doing." She shrugged again, standing brushing the grass off her shoulders, Matthew following her actions.

"That's why we'll tell him after we deal with the old crone," she grinned before grabbing Matthew's collar, dragging him down the hill towards the island.

"Just how are we doing this?" Matthew muttered climbing down the embankment.

"With a dragon." She answered, following him down the silence followed as Matthew stared at his best friend in shock. "A...dragon?"

"Yes, Merlin let me...borrow Kilgharrah"

"Borrow?" His eyebrows rose skywards, scepticism gracing his features.

"Okay, not borrow...more like the dragon has it in for the hag, so we made a deal." Talia rolled her eyes before continuing along the field as Matthew huffed, "I don't want to know do I?"

"Nope." She answered, snickering. They carried on towards the Isle of the Blessed with a sense of mischief in their hearts.

"Just how did you get our swords and the longbow past the airport checkpoint?"

"You're really asking that now, Matt?"

"I'm curious, it’s not like you can say 'Hey officer, don't worry, just going to get revenge on Cailleach the old hag, then call a dragon, watch him eat her. Just ignore the swords, oh please don't check the blade, it's sharp. Oh look there goes your finger, don't matter if you hurry, it can be sewn on again!" Matthew counted off on his fingers, sarcasm dripping off his words.

"You finished?" She asked, rolling her eyes, once again asking herself why to the heavens. Surely deities were listening.

"Oh no, I've just started!" she sighed before clambering up the steps of the dry dock. "I actually said we're part of a cosplay team…"

"You what?!"

"Now I bet you wished you never asked!" She cackled, walking down the dock, leaving a groaning Matthew.

"You have no idea," he sighed.

It was as if time had stopped. The walls were damp, cobwebs spread in abundance, corridors dark until they spotted the light at the end of the tunnel leading to the altar. "How are we getting the old crone to come here? Not like we're sacrificing anyone...why are you looking at me like that?" Talia grinned at a very worried looking Matthew. "Don't worry, no scarification needed. Luckily Merlin knows a few tricks nowadays."

"Yeah, well he could at least get a haircut and a shave!"

"I think he's got the wizard look right down" she glanced over at him.

"I still think Tolkien met him."

"What, to get the whole Gandalf look down?" She asked slightly confused

"Hell yes! Come on, both Merlin and Tolkien's characters have the beard and long hair… plus look what happened when you asked him to dress up at Samhain!" Matthew grinned, shaking his head.

"Yeah..that was interesting," she agreed, her forehead creasing slightly.

"Tal, he declared Gandalf as a half-baked wannabe with a guilt complex the size of Albion."

"Point taken," she chuckled, shaking her head.

"Then Lancelot laughed that much he nearly passed out."

"Wait till this year at Halloween you'll love it…"

"If you say Merlin and Lancelot as themselves, I'm so going to be there to watch," Matthew said.

"Nah, I gave up on that, thinking Harry Potter and Dumbledore."

The laughter echoed down the empty passageway as they broke into the altar area; it was still large and lush with green grass swaying with the wind.

"You know Talia if this place wasn't linked to the old religion it would be perfect"

"I've nothing against the old religion, just the old hag with a god complex."

"Well let's do this, it's gonna be a long drive back."

Walking around the altar, Talia's hand running along the cool stone as Matthew stood leaning against the wall watching her.

"How are we doing this?" He asked.

"Easily, Cailleach is listening to the old hag and is too nosy not to! You ain't getting a sacrifice to some old hag. So come on let's have this out!" She yelled the last part, her voice echoing around the walls as she jumped up on the altar, sitting on the edge.

"Are we really pissing her off?" Matthew asked.

"I don't get pissed off," the voice croaked behind him.

"Bloody hell, you old cron don't do that!" Screeched Matthew in a high pitch voice that would make an opera singer jealous as Talia doubled over laughing. Cailleach stood behind the young man all in her dark glory.

"What do you want, guardian?" She said.

"Oh come on, Cailleach. No hello? It's been, what, one thousand five hundred years, give or take a year...or ten," Talia shrugged, grinning ear to ear as she crossed her legs on the altar."The last I saw of you guardian...you threatened me, and I don't take well to threats," Cailleach accused, her eyes squinting at her.

"I don't take well to you trying to kill Arthur, Merlin or Lancelot," Talia shrugged easily, surprised by her anger

"It is not killing.."

"Really? A sacrifice to close the veil isn't killing?. Don’t you have enough souls in the underworld?"

"Not yet," she grinned, looking to Matthew

"Dream on hag, we're taken," Matthew muttered, walking over to Talia by the alter, sword in hand.

"So it seems that you are, child." Cailleach mourned at the loss of another soul joining her.

"See, I promised someone I wouldn't get revenge on someone else." Talia brought the conversation back on track. "Lancelot."

"Yes Cailleach, Lancelot, but I spent the day with a very large green-scaled dragon and it seems he still holds a grudge," she smirked, evilly sitting forward.

"Oh look, Talia, I think it just dawned on her?!" Matthew laughed as Cailleach searched the skies above her as the wind picked up.

"So it seems Matt. Heads up hag, we've got a visitor!" Jumping down, Talia grabbed Matthew, dragging her friend towards the wall as wings came into view.

"Done my part. Good luck Cailleach," Talia yelled over Kilgharrah's arrival.

"Amazing how hard it is to get a dragon to meet the gatekeeper," Talia muttered as she pulled Matthew into the gatehouse.

"We are not gonna watch?" Matthew asked.

"Have you ever seen a gatekeeper and dragon go at it?"

"Well...no."

"Me neither, but Kilgharrah said to stay out of the…" A crash and crackle of magic hitting something stopped them.

Both looked to the door.

"I think I get why now." Said Matthew worriedly looking over at her before a crash followed as rocks flew past the doorway.

"Oh, that's one pissed off dragon."

Talia nodded, sitting on an abandoned table. "Wouldn't you be? That old hag nearly killed Merlin, tried to stop the path of Arthur."

"Let's not forget the whole vail crap."

Sparks struck the door frame as Matthew jumped back. "Oh, the whole Veil needs a blood sacrifice and all that crap. She has real issues with wanting blood."

Fire bombarded the area passing the door; the heat could be felt with ease.

"Damn, should have bought marshmallows," Said Matthew bemoaning the loss of a good crispy marshmallow.

"Next time."

"I'm bringing the sausages as well then!" She shook her head as Matthew watched the show as close to the door as possible.

"Well, the old hag needs a peg knocking out of her."

"Duck!" Matt yelled, boards, bursting, showering bits of wood in all directions.

Talia ran to the door shouting around it. "Kilgharrah get a move on you overgrown lizard! That almost killed us!"

Matt stood brushing debris off his coat moving away.

"Bit close," he sighed.

"Just a bit."

With the table upturned, they sat behind it, flashes of lightning and flames, crashes and bashes, debris flew past the door frame or closer allowing them to duck, roars covered ears and magic was yelled as it all continued...

"How long?" Talia groaned heavily.

"Three hours and five minutes, in other words, five minutes from the last time you asked."

"Damn"

"Tal, tell them to quit," Matt moaned whilst cleaning his nails with his sword.

"And get my head blown off?"

"Come on, it's getting late, Merlin can only keep him busy so long!"

"Your point?"

"I'm bored, hungry and they’re being.." he pointed to the door as a lightning bolt struck close by, "...idiots, and they’re going to get us killed!"

Sighing heavily Talia stood, brushing herself off and stormed to the door. "If I die, I'm haunting you!" She muttered before diving out the door quickly as a whip.

Matthew listened intently to the point of straining his ears above the yells of casting, roars and the odd flame until…."THAT WAS MY CLAW!" A deep booming voice Kilgharrah echoed.

"Well if you weren't such an arse, I wouldn't have to stab it, you stubborn bloody dragon! And don't you start either you old hag!"

Matthew snickered, leaning against the wall, shaking his head as laughter rippled through him, whilst trying to listen as Talia continued to rant.

"...yes, I know! Get over yourself, Cailleach or I'll run you through old woman…."

Matthew shook his head, wiping the tears away "...oh trust me, I go to that underworld and I'll haunt you so much that you'll be begging to kick me out.."

He had to agree, she probably would. Talia could be annoying as hell, that was for sure.

"..Yea you're pissed at each other, I get that but come on! When Arthur gets released from Avalon you both need him, so give it a bloody rest! Don't start, you overgrown chicken...and don't you start you wrinkled old pug!"

The second bout of hysterical laughter struck the young man bracing himself against the wall, only Talia would insult a dragon and the gatekeeper of the underworld.

"...Right, that's it!!! I'm calling a truce till next Samhain. You, Kilgharrah, home till Merlin wants you, and Cailleach back till the underworld…no, not Halloween, that my bloody time you get Samhain the eve of Halloween!"

Attempting to catch his breath, Matthew began gathering his and Talia's things.

"Yes, I promise I'll call upon you next bloody Samhain...just...behave till then!"

Matthew cleared the doorway as Kilgharrah flew off, no sign of Cailleach could be seen.

"Finished venting?"

"They are like bloody kids I tell you! I ain't cleaning this mess!" She vented, walking over to her friend gathering her stuff from him.

"meh, we’ll just call Merlin on the way back; he can clean it up," Matthew reassured as the two made their way back out of the old palace.

"Next year we'll bring Lancelot and Merlin. It'll be fun," Talie said.

"Only if we bring camp stuff and food," he replied.

"Deal"

"Cool. Hey, can we stop by McDonald's on the way back? I'm starving," Matthew asked as Talia rolled her eyes.

"Sure, Merlin wants a happy meal anyway"

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