A calm summer breeze blew through the streets of yokohama. The leaves and the flowers were in unison, a graceful dance, as the sun set on the horizon. A young ginger, laid in a field of flowers, the wind grazing his form as he stared up at the summer sky, not a single sound being heard, just the blissful peace of nature. The boy allowed his mind to go adrift as he allowed himself to be gently swept into a peaceful slumber. But thats not why he was here, is it. A phone ringing interrupted the peaceful scene we once invishioned in our minds as the ginger sat up. Not to fast, and not to slow, leaning against the tree he was under the branches of as he answered the call. “Chuuya, I need you in my office when you are ready.” A masculine voice said through the phone, and a young girl could be heard in the background. “It is of, the upmost…importance.” “I’ll be there as soon as I can, boss.” Chuuya replied, in his same usual tone that was a mix of annoyance and slight laziness, but that side was only around Dazai. Chuuya walked along the streets of yokohama, having fully awoken from his once peaceful slumber that he had experienced on the outskirts of the city. He would be lying if it didn’t feel nostalgic, after all, 7 years ago he was doing the same thing he was doing now, minus the orders from the Port Mafia. Runing around in the streets and controlling territory, laying down in the meddows with people you considered friends, he had that once, but in this world, everything of value gets striped away from you as soon as you achieve it. Once Chuuya had covered the correct distance, he turned into a building that towered over the city. One might think that this location would be the worst for a Mafia Headquarters, but it actually wasn’t that bad, considering almost nobody could stand up against the port mafia anyways, besides the Armed Detective Agency, but that was irelevant. As he entered the large building he caled home in a way, he was brought to a large elevator, with over 100 different level options, but he didnt need all of those, only one. The top floor. As the elevator started to rise Chuuya looked out the window of the rising machine. It was a peaceful sight, the end of the sunset and the beginning of a moon-filled night, that for once was not filled with bloodshed and murder, it was something he wanted to hold on to. But alas, he could not once again, as he walked into the office of the Boss of the Port Mafia, kneeling, and awaiting what he was summoned for.
Chapter one - A Peaceful Nostalgia OK I KNOW IM BOUNCING FAMDOMS A LOT BUT LIKE- I might be going into a BSD phase here guysss expect a lot of Chuuya drawings if I end up posting them.
