Soulmates, Tainted and Twisted (Soukoku: Yaoi Fanfic)

Entry 1

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The striking clang of the wine glass resonated in the spacious halls of the four-walled office. The table was messed up from the piles of documents and folders. Some papers are scattered to the floor. Amidst the table were there displayed of some fine expensive wines and alcoholic drinks with a single wine glass.

Irritated from the small amount the wine glass can take up so Chuuya carelessly pull one of the bottles and down it himself like it'll be the last time he'll have the chance to drink.
He's aware he's drunk but enough to walk though a bit faltering. Chuuya directed himself outside, walked leisurely as his subordinates were seemingly in panicked, other's are running and shouting, likely bustling for a new mission or reinforcement.

" The incident from Odasaku's place. They're coming to the culprit right?"

" Yeah, but halfway the men were told not to interrupt. "

" Why is that? "

" I don't know, perhaps higher ups' decision or something"

" Stop talking about it. That incident had happened two days ago. It's new mission now."

" Ah yes, but somehow I heard a rumor..."

" What rumor is that??"

" Odasaku had a breakdown and Dazai is with him. I heard that they're actually lov-------WHOOAA-!! W-hats h-happening?! "

The men rattled, clutching for their lives from horror as they saw the tremendously round ground rapture and a standing petite physique amidst the rapture was in drooped head with its hat. The men looked and realized the striking color of red orange hair of the person amidst.
At once, the men shivered as they realized it was the terror superior, one of the Port Mafia's executives ------------Nakahara Chuuya.

Death glares. Chuuya devilishly look at the gossiping men and groaned,

" Want me to pulverize you ? "

Shrieked. The men bent on their knees for mercy, they apologized candidly like they're not mafia but innocents who never once took other people's lives.

But the over-agitated, adding from the fact that he's already drunk Chuuya didn't absorbed any hint of comprehension from the sorry-in-state men. Chuuya only thought of breaking what's in front of him until his phone rang and somehow caught his attention, he took it and answered.

The bent men inwardly sighed, felt saved from the divert attention of the small statured-monster almost wrecking havoc within their sight. They watched as Chuuya turn around and started walking a bit abnormally like wavering to over the side and the other, they're perplexed until the idea caught them that their superior Executive could be drunk as they heard from the others who had watched him drinking alone in some random office this morning. They thought, perhaps that was just a little huge tantrum out of the sort still they cant figure out the reason but who cares, it's not like it'll be their business.

Chuuya went to the office of the Port Mafia's Boss as that was what instructed him by the call he recieved awhile. Faltering, he hurled the big doors of the office. At once, he saw Mori Ougai walking leisurely near him until then as Chuuya slightly felt right in the mind, he apologized immediately.