Bloodied Dahlias | Miya Osamu

[II] Illuminated Alleyways

"Come on, Miyano. We've got to deal with that kid quickly."

Osamu looked over at his companion, his eyebrows furrowed into a frown, his lips pressed tightly together into a straight line. He paused in his steps, turning towards his right to face the entrance of the skyscraper before him as he looked down at the map on his phone.

"You've got to be kidding me," he bitterly chuckled, his eyes trailing up skywards as he took in the high-rise's full height. Towering over the port city of Hyogo, the skyscraper loomed over Kobe with its tinted blank windows decorating each level of the multi-story building. Save for the spotlights mounted along the skeleton framework of the imposing structure that seemed to reach past the clouds above, the coating of the windows gave away little of what was happening inside, with not even a particle of light passing through its filtered glass.

With a heavy sigh, Osamu shoved his phone back into his pocket, his other hand hooking a finger under the black face mask bunched at the tip of his chin to pull the fabric up past his nose.

"Inarizaki Corporation's head office?" the dark haired man scowled through his face mask, a frustrated sense of contempt dripping from his voice. This could potentially get troublesome. "Can ya tell yer shitty ass kids ta stay in yer goddamn territory fer once? Don't tell me y'all don't know they're just a front fer the Emperor's damn fox—"

Osamu paused, catching his tongue mid-sentence to take a deep breath. His focus shifted from the man standing in front of him to the throbbing sound of his pulse ringing in his ears, the pounding in his heart threatening to shatter his chest completely.

Accent slipping out. Play it cool, you fool.

"Seriously, you guys sure know how to leave a mess for everyone else to clean up," he finished after a moment of silence, his head shaking lightly and loosening the strands of hair in his side-swept bangs.

His companion simply sighed, paying no mind to Osamu's outburst as he ran his hands through his unruly black hair. He shot a forced grin at his partner, and then shoved his hands back into his jacket pockets before resuming his original pace and walked on ahead.

"Look, we'll deal with that when we get back. Let's just get in and get out."

With a string of curses mumbled under his breath and his eyes glaring daggers at his denim jacket-clad partner, Osamu shook his head and continued walking, lengthening his stride to make up for the distance between the two.

"Konoha better be ready for a lifetime of debt," Osamu grumbled, a hand flying up to cover his mouth as he yawned through his mask. "Can't believe your boss can't even keep his own eggs in line and dropped the whole goddamn carton. Now the main family has to help clean up your clusterfuck off the floor."

"Weird analogy, but also, technically Konoha isn't actually the b—"

"We both know that Konoha's the one who does the actual work," Osamu cut in with a shake of his head. "Credit where credit ought to be due, yeah? Props to him for tryin' at least. Still better than that old fart." His companion simply sighed, his head nodding along in resigned agreement.

"Touché."

"But you," Osamu continued, changing the topic as he took a large stride forward to stop his companion in his tracks. "I believe you owe me a sankaku choco pie on the way back, Akasgi," he continued, addressing the man by name. The corner of his lips raised up in a smirk as he noticed the said man halt in step, a shudder crawling past his shoulders. Osamu offered a cheeky smile through his mask as he skipped on ahead down the sidewalk with both hands in the front pocket of his white hoodie, clearly amused by the reaction elicited by a simple name drop.