The Chess Piece ( Nakahara Chuuya x OC)

[ 30 ] Closure

His laugh echoed in the dim-lit hall. 

The night was silent and calm. No new storm has brewed yet. The Port Mafia is currently focusing on recovering from the loss they had endured after facing the Uccello. 

It's been a while since the infamous Mafia that had ruled the underground trades of Yokohama, had to experience a defeat against a foreign organisation. It would be wrong to say they were frightened by this but definitely more vigilant than ever. The pride that the mafiosos carried around as their greatest weapon was subdued to some extent after having to clean up the destruction and the bodies of their comrades caused by their opponent. 

It certainly wasn't a matter to laugh about and yet, Nakahara Chuuya struggled to stop himself from chuckling. Kouyou, who was sitting opposite him was unamused and somewhat confused, to say the least. 

" I don't get it, Chuuya. What's there to laugh about? " 

The woman frowned, waiting for an answer from her colleague. The latter quieted down but a gleeful smirk was still evident on his lips. 

" I'm just imagining how that Mackerel is holding up. He's pissed for sure! I'd like nothing more than to see his face right now. "

His gloved hand covered his mouth, trying to hide the obvious smile that he was trying to suppress. The older woman raised an eyebrow, questioningly. 

" What has he got to do with any of this?" 

Kouyou was slowly losing her patience, cause the issue they were discussing wasn't anywhere near funny. 

The man sighed, leaning against his chair as he looked at  Kouyou in a bored manner.

" Can you remember a single time a prisoner hasn't talked under Dazai's interrogation? "

The woman shrugged and shook her head.

" No. And that's because there wasn't a time-

" - when they haven't talked." 

Chuuya finished her sentence with a slight roll of his eyes. After hearing the same for seven years, he was pretty fed up after all.

" Oh…" 

It finally made sense to Kouyou as to why Chuuya was laughing. Dazai may have not been the most loyal to the Mafia but he had the reputation to take his work seriously and he was without a doubt excellent at it. Though, it seemed like he had finally met his match when it comes to being stubborn. 

The woman couldn't help but snigger at the thought as well. 

" You're partially correct but I doubt the agency would let him do anything similar to how things work in the Mafia."

"...He still wouldn't have been able to do anything." 

Chuuya's voice quietened almost to a whisper. As if he didn't want Kouyou to hear his response. But she did. Her eyes travelled up and down, scanning the person sitting across her. For the last few days, this was all she was doing to try and understand what was truly going on with this man. 

No one seems to have noticed except her how things certainly weren't alright with the executive. He was still as responsible as ever, respected by his subordinates and trusted by the Port Mafia's boss. And yet, the woman who practically raised him noticed the minuscule changes since his encounter with the Uccello or to be more exact, the second-in-command of the Uccello.

" How can you be so sure, Chuuya- kun? What you said is pretty impossible." 

The blue eyes were stuck, staring at something on the blank wall. He scoffed slightly.