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Pain radiated from the shoulder, which had hit the wall from the force of the blow. Chishiya winced silently in pain and turned his face down to hide any expression that was drawn to his face. Blonde hair fell on his face, while covering part of his vision. A gun attacked from a blind corner covered by hair, the gun's body pressed against Chishiya's chest, squeezing his throat in the process.
"Not so smart anymore," Niragi hissed, bringing his face inches from the other, pressing the gun harder against the exposed chest. Niragi had a smug look on his face, which was reinforced by his tongue licking his lips. Chishiya tried to steady his breathing, but the gun pressed against the back of his throat made his breathing shallow. He might lose consciousness in a couple of minutes, so he had to come up with a solution before that.
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It was one of those days at the Beach when Hatter had lost his mind. He was obsessed about the cards all the time, but some days it was more tolerable. This wasn’t one of those days and all the executive members had to suffer because of that. They were sitting in the executive room, listening to Hatter's monologue about rules, traitors and new safety ideas.
It was all boring bullshit that Niragi didn’t want to be part of. He had changed many glances with Aguni in the last hour, trying to get permission to leave and do something more useful. Which would have been anything fucking else. But Aguni didn’t answer all those stares and when he did, he didn’t change his stone cold expression, which meant that permission was denied. Niragi stretched his back on the chair, trying to find comfortable position, which was clearly fucking impossible, when you had to listen to some goddamn maniac talking about his paranoid bullshit.
When Hatter mentioned the two newcomers for the third time, Niragi saw movement in the corner of his eye. Chair creaked when Chishiya stood up from his seat, casually putting his hands in hoodie’s pockets and heading to the door. Niragi looked at Hatter, who didn’t react to that in any way and then everyone else, who were still concentrating on the nonsense that Hatter called talking. When even Aguni didn’t answer Niragi's unasked question, he lost his mind.
“Where the fuck are you going?” Niragi spit the question and turned his head to see the blond who was a few steps away from the door. That cutted Hatter’s speech in the middle of the sentence which made him lean on the table to concentrate on what was going on. Chishiya didn’t bother to turn around, but looked over his shoulder to see a glimpse from Niragi’s frustrated face.
“I have things to do”. Hatter nodded to the answer as a sign that Chishiya had permission to leave. Niragi huffed. What the fuck was that smartass doing that he had everyone wrapped around his finger. Somehow that pocket-size fucker had more privileges at the Beach than any other executive.
“We also have things to do. Why the hell do all the militants need to be here?” Niragi cursed back. Sure there were other militants too, but Niragi considered them all to be braindead to the point that they were just too dumb to do anything else. If Hatter cared so much about the safety of the Beach then militants, the actual smart ones, presence should be more important anywhere else in the Beach. But apparently there wasn't a single brain cell left under that greasy, dark hair. Before Niragi could say anything else, Aguni opened his mouth and started the damage control.
“Niragi has a point. Boshiya, are you confident that all the militants need to be here?” Aguni asked, wrapping the question to look like an actual concern about safety, not an attempt to calm down Niragi’s rage. Hatter frowned when he looked at Aguni and then the table, he’s still leaning against. Everyone was silently waiting for Hatter's answer when he nodded but before he could actually say anything, Chishiya interrupted him.
“Nothing out of order has ever happened during meetings,” Chishiya said and finally he took steps away from the door and came closer to the table. He changed one glance with Niragi who was now sure that the fucker just wanted to make his life miserable by making up some excuses, why he couldn’t leave.
When Chishiya explained all the statistics, probabilities and importance of the meetings, Niragi started to see red. Even more because the card maniac was agreeing with that bitch. Hatter looked like he was hypnotized when he listened to the bullshit that Chishiya was explaining, just to piss off Niragi and denying his chance to leave this useless meeting.
“Considering these facts and possibilities, it’s much more important for the executives to be in the meetings than wandering around the halls” when Chishiya said that, Hatter nodded and dropped his head down to suck in the information he just heard. And when nobody was looking, an amused smirk was drawn to Chishiya’s face for a second. That smirk pushed buttons inside of Niragi, who was done listening to this nonsense.
Last straw was when Chishiya looked at Niragi with a smug glance in his eyes. Niragi snapped. That fucker was actually just trying to piss him off. With a burst of anger Niragi jumped up from his seat and took a better grip from his MK-47 and thrust the barrel on Chishiya's face to finally shut him up.
“I guess your presence is useless in every place and that gives you the privilege to fuck off,” he yelled while pointing the gun in blond’s face. Finally other executives reacted to Niragi’s outburst by stiffening in their seats, but the most noticeable reaction came from Ann, who took his dark glasses off and sighted. She was used to the conflicts between other people, especially these two, and somehow even trigger-happy psychopath with a gun didn’t scare her anymore. Not in these circumstances.
“Is there a need to talk about the upcoming games..” Ann asked, trying to get over the conflict by just ignoring it. Hatter was still staring at the six-feet tall man who was towering over the blond with the gun.
“Niragi’s visa is expiring tomorrow. I think he needs to talk about the games,” Chishiya said, staring at Niragi’s furious eyes without blinking. With those words Ann’s attempt to end this conflict died.
“You know that I could just shoot you?” Niragi spit the threat that was heard at least twice a day. It was a miracle that Niragi didn’t shoot more people since he was incredibly unstable and always had access to guns.
Why was he even a militant? Apparently Aguni had brought him to the Beach one day and since Niragi was an excellent shooter, not afraid of dying and was excited to keep order in the Beach, he became a militant. Even though Niragi’s way of keeping order was more violent than anyone else's. It would make sense to take all the privileges away from him, but maybe it was safer to keep Niragi close. At least Aguni had some power over Niragi, but he didn’t step in to calm him down. Like most of the time he didn’t bother to say anything, except when Niragi was clearly stepping over boundaries. And sticking a barrel in someone’s face didn’t do it.
“There’s mutual agreement that respecting other executives is…” Niragi heard a voice behind his back but couldn’t pinpoint who the hell was talking. But that calm, collected voice sounded like Kuzuryu. Chishiya hummed as an agreement to those words before he said
“Yes, there’s many agreements we have made and stepping over those should cause consequences..” Niragi tightened his grip on the gun as a warning for Chishiya to shut up, but he dared to continue
“... it may seem untrustworthy, even stupid, for the Beach members if there is disagreements among executives.” When Niragi heard those hypocritical words about his behavior even though that motherfucker had provoked him to this point, he actually lost it.
“Fuck this! I won’t listen to more of this bullshit-” Niragi snapped
“- if I want to hear this much whining, I’ll just get myself a bitch I can fuck.” And with those words Niragi finally walked out of the meeting room. Actually he didn’t need anyone’s permission to do what he wanted and when even Aguni didn’t stop him from leaving, he knew that the bullshit rules didn’t apply to him. He could hear about the games later, when that miniature bitch wasn’t annoying him.