The Queen's Executioner (Niragi X Reader)

♡◇Love is Pain♡◇

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You're only mine, lil Usagi.
- Niragi Suguru
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Niragi's POV

Feeling the rush hit me all at once, as I fight for not myself but for her safety whilst she laid on the floor in her weakened state. She was stuck in a tough situation, she was unconscious. These past few days I notice her true self was showing more than the psychopath Mira had created for the games. I noticed that this girl was just like any girl in this world, she was scared for her life and scared about her final moments arriving too soon.

She just needed protecting.

Looking back and fourth between the shoot out and making sure she's okay, I began to realise this distraction was not helping what's so ever. I just need to get us out of here.

"Boss, she's a traitor?!"

Hearing that label be placed on her so easily was heartbreaking since she was bringing in the most cards in for Hatter's  belief of freedom.

She lost herself for a while to even be part of those games!

Yet she's being called a fucking traitor?!

Frowning at the idiot who I trained to be part of my team (obviously not my team anymore after this) he deserved a bullet through his empty skull.

Seeing the bullet from my direction hit him straight in the head, I let out a chuckle as people observe my inner cravings appearing for all to see.

I craved blood...

Pain...

And death to those who all got in my fucking way!

Hearing the screams of terror and witnessing the different states of shock from all those who witnessed was very fulfilling but I need to focus on Y/N.

Shooting once more to hear the gun click, I began to curse as I felt hopeless but realised now all I could do was use my body as her shield. Approaching her quickly as the halls echoed gunshots whilst I kneel down to double check her breathing and pulse.

She's fine.

I am glad to she is fine.

Cupping my hands under her limp body before proceeding to pick her up bridal style, all I could do for now was run but as I did check every corner and turn, I couldn't help myself and catch a glimpse of her beauty.

A beauty that she always had even with her fighter scars.

I wish people saw this side of her than a monster or traitor they paint her to  be.

"Where are they?!" Hearing the bastard Hatter's voice erupt the air with anger was fulfilling since he's a prick anyway. So much for giving a shit about me for all those years, only for him to paint and create an evil image for myself which I stupidly believed and followed as my high authority made me feel a surge of power and control against everybody.