Hold On (I Still Need You)

Four

It took days for Chuuya to be back on his feet. He'd told the boss that he was taking time off, yet wandering back into the tall building he'd been ordered to, Chuuya wished he'd taken more.

Mori was in his office when Chuuya threw the doors open. Not bothering with his usual routine of knocking the guards on their asses. He felt like shit, and didn't want to deal with the indirect bullshit right now.

"It took you long enough," Mori frowns. Sipping from a glass while watching the city through his windows. That little freak of an ability seated a few feet away, playing with something he couldn't make out.

"What do you want?" Chuuya questions as he forces himself over to the opposite seat.

"You to do a job for me." Mori responds. "Wine?"

Chuuya reaches for the glass, but a sharp pain sears up his arm and he just drops it, shaking his head as answer.

"The job part was obvious." He grits out, tapping his foot.

"Well, are you up for it?" The black haired man looks over to him, swirling the liquid in his glass. Chuuya waits, hoping for more information, but he's not fortunate enough to get an answer.

"I can't tell you that, unless I know what I'm doing." Chuuya answers. Mori sighs, somehow dissatisfied with the response.

"Well, you understand our terms with the Armed Detective Agency," He begins to be quickly interrupted.

"No." Chuuya cuts in. Something like a laugh comes from Mori and he turns fully to look at Chuuya. The little girl doing the same.

"Chuuya, you know I wouldn't ask directly if you could turn it down."

And he's right. Chuuya was an executive, and a strong one at that, but the boss's word was law.

"What're the specifics?" He frowns to Mori. Who again laughs, offering a smug look before pulling a small stack of papers from his end table.

"Do you want me to read them to you?" He asks, and Chuuya bares his teeth, opening his hand for the stack.

Mori reluctantly hands them over, then goes back to his wine so that Chuuya can look the, over.

Armed Detective Agency Partnership: The title page reads. A long list of conditions, and legal crap he didn't feel like bothering with. He just flips it to the next page where a bulleted list is.

When either party calls for aid, it is the others responsibility to answer with what they can.

The Detective Agency musn't interrupt the Mafia's dealings unless under specific appointment, and required proof.

The Port Mafia must offer members to work as agents at the Agency's request. (For reasons of: Lack of staff, defense, mobility, offense, etc.)

"Is this some sort of joke?" Chuuya asks, throwing the papers onto the stand.

"No, unfortunately." Mori sighs, closing his eyes. He sips from his glass again, rubbing his eyes.

"And we have to go through with it?" Chuuya continues.

"Yes, legally we're bound to that unless we want to risk our permit."

Chuuya takes his turn to frown.

"How much of it did you read?"

"Scanned over the first page, got about halfway through the second." He clips out.

"Did you read the seventh bullet point?"

"...No," Chuuya answers.

Before Mori can say more, Chuuya counts down the list. One, two, three, four, five, six, Seven.