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Petals [Chuuya Nakahara x Reader]

Stepping out for a breath of fresh air, Chuuya adjusted his choker so that it faced the right way, already sick of the night out Mori had planned. He scoffed to himself, clicking his tongue. They were all irritating, and he couldn't tell why. He took his hat off for a brief moment, running his gloved hand through his hair as if to destress himself. His eyes wandered as he put his hat back on, eventually lingering on the form of a rather attractive young lady with a small flower crown. He shook his head, not wanting any complications. He wasn't going to be like Dazai; with the lack of shame to fall flat on his face for a girl without ever talking to her, getting to know her or anything other than first impressions. He pried his eyes away from her, azure orbs trailing to the alleyway the beauty emerged from. A sleek frame loomed around the alley, small, beady eyes trailing up the lady's figure as he slinked forward quietly, tensed and seeming ready to abduct her. Chuuya rushed forward, ready to activate his ability if needed.

"Hey, creep-" Before Chuuya could finish his insult, the tall, lanky man had been sent to the floor by the girl.

He looked in awe, (e/c) eyes glowing perfectly in the moonlight.

"Thank you, sir, but I'm okay on my own," the girl said, a small smile. The petite male pouted childishly,

"Whatever.. If some fucker bothers you, you won't always know he's there," the man huffed,

"There won't always be a knight in shining armour, either, Mr Executive," the lady sighed, looking at him with the same annoyingly polite smile.

"You're not part of the Port Mafia," Chuuya hissed, gripping at her shoulder roughly, "Just who are you?"

"Does (L/n) ring any bells?" she breathed, moving closer to him, voice low and almost harsh. Before the ginger male could retort, the door to the bar opened, Mori stepping into the cold, night air,

"What are you doing, Chuuya?" the boss asked, "Come back in, I'm surprised you haven't drank yet,"

"S-Sir.. Someone was there," he said, still shaken and scolding himself for stuttering, "There are questions I want answers to," he rephrased, sounding much more like how he wanted to initially.

"What questions?" he pried, curious as to what answers would need to be provided,

"Does the name (L/n) mean anything to you?" Chuuya asked.

The man laughed.

"So you really have been at the wine!" Mori said with the same dry chuckle, "We can discuss this after celebrations."

With that, the raven haired man retreated back into the warm buzz of the bar.

Chuuya whipped around on his heels, nothing but a white petal in place of the tantalising lady. He scowled, stepping on it agitatedly.

"Stupid petal.." he scoffed, walking back into the bustling bar.

He quickly zoned out, noises and conversations fading into the hum of the background, his thoughts fixated on the elegant lady.

She had (h/l) lockes that flowed gracefully in the wind. A few strands of (h/c) hair shielded glowing, (e/c) eyes with lucious lashes. He found her ravashingly beautiful. Even her voice was charming. The monotony and slight aggression had him hooked. He couldn't tell why, in all honesty. She had an aura of mystery, grace and slight brutality. His eyes lazed over the room, seeing the same white petal in front of him. He growled, slamming his hand on the table.

"I was just offering you a drink," Gin scoffed, getting back up.

Excuse me? What?

He shook his head. Sure enough, there were no petals.

He groaned in agitation, gripping at his empty glass. It was left untouched by any winery, something his colleges found bizarre.

"Stupid petal.." he grumbled, the glass shattering as he tensed his grip. He remained unfazed, standing up completely sober,

"I'm gonna go, call me if something comes up," he said, the usual sass in his tone replaced with a dreary groan.

"I'll discuss your job tomorrow, then," Mori said with a knowing smile. Chuuya rolled his eyes, fixing his hat firmly onto his head of wavy, ginger hair as he stepped back out into the cold, night air.

He scowled at nothing in particular, kicking a pebble as he went. The short male was pissed, but he couldn't quite tell why.

Was it how much he messed up infront of his colleges?

Was it the lady from before managing to absolutely floor that guy in a single move?

Her enchanting beauty?

The abundance of rose petals as he continued to walk?

Probably that last one.

He stepped through the streets, stopping for a walk in the park.

It just past midnight, and the cold breeze of the melanoin obscurity flowing through his wavy, ginger hair. Fighting back the peaceful smile tugging at his lips, he looked up at the scattering of scars lining the sky.

"You have a peaceful side, ne?" a familiar voice cooed, closer to him than he would have liked. He whipped around, calm expression shattered into an agitated scowl,

"What is it to you, bastard?" he snapped, seeing the lady from earlier.

"Rather cute," she said with a small giggle. It brought a pink dust to his cheeks.

"Sh-shut up!" he scowled, turning away childishly. The woman smiled, stepping forward so that she was next to him. He looked back at the rose bush nearby, speckles of colour ranging from pristine whites to crimson reds; soft pinks to luscious peachy-oranges; soft lavenders to pale corals; deep pinks to pale yellows. He blinked, opening his eyes and seeing the graceul lady in the white dress kneeling at the bush.

"Will you not get pricked by the thorns?" he blurted out, somewhat concerned.

"Yes, but I need them," she hummed, turning to him with a smile, "They're the reason I can use my ability, afterall."

"So it's you!" he growled, pointing at her with an acusinf finger, "You're the reason I've been seeing those stupid petals!"

"Oh, yes, of course," she said, "I find you intruiging." She stood up, stepping towards him with a singular lavender rose, "Lavender rose, a symbol of enchantment," she smiled, offering it to him. Chuuya took it in his gloved hand, somewhat hesitant.

"Terribly sorry for any bother I caused you, feel free to get your own back against me," she apologised, a slight bow,

"No it's fine.." he mumbled, twirling the rose in his hands.

"Ah," she said, "I hadn't expected that,"

"Ne?" the male asked, looking at her with inate curiousity.

"I was expecting you to do something, you do seem like the aggressive type," she said, an almost nervous chuckle, "I suppose you are quite the gentleman; I'll see you around, Chuuya," she smiled, plucking a petal from a white rose.

And she was gone with the cool breeze of the night.

Gone with the wind.

Plucking petals from a lavender rose, the (h/c)ette smiled to herself.

"He loves me, he loves me not~" she chimed, childishly.

"Still have your flower obsession, I see," the cold tone of Mori Ougai filled her ears.

She pushed herself forward, dropping off of the wall almost gracefully,

"Yes, it is the source of my ability, afterall," she glided closer to the ravenette, expression sickly sweet. Her eyes narrowed as she seethed lowly,

"The power you exerted my father for."

A somewhat dark chuckle escaped Mori's lips, eying her constantly,

"Why are you so obsessed with purple lately?" he smirked, holding a small, pale hand.

"What had you so obsessed with young girls?" the lady said with a small giggle, (e/c) eyes darting down to Elise.

"She's my ability, (Y/n)," he said, scowl forming on his lips, "For someone as highclass and ladylike as yourself, you have quite the attitude,"

"But of course, gambling has it's affects," she smirked slightly, the expression seeming out of place on her porcelain features, "So, what do you want from me? I'm free from debt, so anything you ask of me is going to cost you."

Chuuya froze, the radio Mori had planted in his blazer playing back the exact vocals he had became hooked on. He knew she was powerful, but he never guessed she would challenge the mafia.

He took of his hat, small details coming together.

She had an obsession with purple lately? She had given him a purple rose.

"White rpses were always your favourite, you love to travel," the boss said with a visible smirk,

"Of course I do," she said with a small smile, "But I find lavender a soothing colour; it allows me to see what people think, as well,"

"Something is puzzling you, then?" he guessed,

"Yes, and I intend to find answers," she smiled,

"Of course you wou-"

he cut himself off upon noticing she disappeared, a pallid rose in her place.

"Gone with the wind once more, I see."

A sudden voice from behind the red haired male surprised him, before he relaxed slightly.

"You love me, you love me not," she cooed, pulling at the pale, lilac petals and scattering them around the room.

"Why are you here?" he said, tone somewhat cold,

"To find answers, you would know if you eavesdropped well," she hummed, continuing to pick at the rose,

"You love me, you love me not, you love me, you love me not.."

He squirmed slightly, mind racing as he heard a quiet whisper, warm breath against the back of his neck and dainty hands on his shoulders.

"You love me."

She smiled, planting a chaste kiss on his cheek. His eyes drifted, looking at the floor to see the outline of a heart, drawn in lavender petals.

The symbol of love at first site.

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