His Red Silk - Soukoko story. (Bungo stray dogs)

Chapter 3 opening, - Chuya Nakahara.

It came out of nowhere. Blind anger, bitter talks. As though something within him couldn't take it anymore. Recklessly, he had just made the biggest mistake of his life. He was now twisting in the velvet chair in the office, trying to adjust to a strangers throne. This chair would never be his, no matter how many times he looked at it or took a seat in it. He was doomed, doomed to look upon it and view the shadow of a man who used to claim it as his own. In Mori's defense it suited him perfectly, as if he was too big for the seat. To Chuya however, it was like he was too small for the chair. As if the plush arms would choke him. As if the golden legs would somehow fold underneath him, pushing him back to the ground. People say before him, on the ground, on his territory, on their knees. That also didn't feel right. 

"Sir, I propose you make a decision shortly." One of the men urged him, terror hidden in his voice. That also wasn't right. "The Port Mafia needs to know who'd take your chair." 

Chuya scoffed. He'd been on this chair for two days now and they were already terrified for him. Terrified for the future of the Mafia. Two leaders killed within a short time would show weakness in the organisation. More companies would shoot their shot, knowing how unadjusted the new boss was to the job, to knowing the loss the Mafia would be facing. To knowing how wrong it was to keep such a monster on the throne of the underground. A decision needed to be made for the Bosses safety, but something about it didn't sit right with Chuya. If he made a decision this soon, the person he chose could kill him and take the will for his own right. That would put Chuya at risk. He needed to wait and find someone reliable, someone loyal and who'd stay by his side for a long time. Someone who was in a similar spot to him, trapped. 

"I have decided." He stated, trying to fit his role to the best of his ability. "I'm not choosing a successor. It is true that if the port mafia were to lose me anytime soon, the position would go to my second in command - isn't it ?" 

The same man spoke up, daring to look his way. "Y-yes sir. It would go to Akutagawa at this rate." 

"Then leave it as that for now." Chuya contemplated. "I;ll stick to tradition until I can fully understand and trust my men. We've lost too many men already. I don't fancy paying for more."

"But - sir. That's a reckless idea. Your men will take advantage of you. In any means." One of the others advised, joining his superior in the conversation. The mere suggestion made Chuya. To be taken advantage off - in any means - just to get the throne of the underground. A part of him fell in love with the phrase. As if anyone could. As if anyone had the guts to try. Refusing to stay compliant in his chair, Chuya found himself moving to the window. As he walked, he felt the eyes of his men trial after him, clinging to his every moment. He stopped however, in front of one of the men who spoke recently and kneeled down, meeting his level on the ground. He locked him hand firmly under the males jaw before using his ability to weigh his hand down. At the same time, he tilted his head up to meet his boss, straining his neck. The man hissed at the feeling but didn't dare to complain. 

"Reckless." Chuya muttered. His eyes glinted with a hint of glee. "Soldier. Reckless and forward is how you survive in this business. If you can't afford to take a life or be reckless with your own - then this isn't the job for you." He watched as the man bared his teeth, trying to stand the ever growing weight of Chuya's hand. "Perhaps you'd like a more careful job at a desk in an office instead, behind the safety of your home walls. Would you like that to be arranged ?" 

Everyone in the Port Mafia knew one simple rule. Never to talk to the desk people. The desk people were those that had been demoted for not following orders or doing a job correctly. For those who were cowardly on the battle field and hid in comfort in a fairy tale. Nothing about the desk people showed any signs of prosperous or challenging work. They were the outcasts of the Mafia - the lowest ranks. The man, suffering at this rate, was ready to argue his case when a pair of double doors swung open. To everyone's surprise, a fair looking maiden walked in, elegantly yet urgently. To her own surprise, she stopped upon seeing her boss on the floor, holding another man. Unaware of the situation though, she decided to greet them all with a bold comment. 

"Cheating on our poor Judas are we, sir?" She asked him with a short giggle. "My, my what a pity." Her looks enticed every man in the room, enough to make them forget the pain they were in now. Even the man suffering from his interrogation, stopped to marvel at this lady. 

"Koyou-san. Please save your scrutiny for another time. That bastard may be a lot of things but he isn't mine. Besides, this is the opposite of whatever your brain had conjured right now." Two of the men almost fainted upon hearing her name. They scurried like mice as her kimono brushed past them, none of them wanting to touch the material of which she was draped in. As beautiful as this woman looked, she looked threatening, menacing. She, over time, had gained herself the nickname of the 'black widow' of the port mafia. This name alone, told men exactly what kind of woman she was. With the intention of scaring them away from her, they kept pilling up - all waiting to earn her affection. Jealously swallowed every man however, when they learned the only man who ever gained her affection was the Port Mafia boss - her old student - Chuya Nakahara. It hurt them more to learn that Chuya couldn't care less how much Koyou babied him or showered him with fondness. He kept her by his side and to him that was enough to tell her he was happy she was there. The two of them shared a mother, son relationship. That was all. 

She was now stood, looking at her student with a proud look on her delicate face. "You've fit into your new role exceptionally well, haven't you ? Someone would be proud." Chuya hissed. Now wasn't the time. 

"What are you here for ?" He asked her sharply. He hadn't meant to snap that way, he just honestly couldn't care less about what they thought of him now. He'd lost all sense of dignity the moment he had taken a seat on that chair. All the things he stood for and against had changed drastically, like he was no longer himself. Despite his words, Koyou also understood his intentions when he asked. She invited herself in sit on a spare chair, watching over the trembling men. Her eyes never made contact with Chuya. 

"I'm here because the gift you ordered has arrived. Though as charming as he looks, he hardly is a gift at the moment. He requests company. Your company." She smirked at the words. Chuya only froze up for a moment, leaving the men alone as he turned to her. "It would be nice for you two to reunite wouldn't it ?" 

Seriously. They had brought him in already ? Chuya could've sworn he issued the order only hours earlier. He paused, thinking about it. It was too soon. Unless he wanted to be here, it would've took a day and a half to successfully retrieve Dazai - not an hour or two. Did he want to be caught ? What was his motive? No one willingly gets caught and decides to call for the one person they hate. Like - no one with a brain. So why was this brainless idiot here so soon? And so willing to talk to Chuya ? 

"He also told me to say that if your done talking to yourself, he is waiting for you. Not like he can go anywhere but he will still get bored." Koyou laughed, marvelling at the message as though he knew perfectly what would happen. His smarts shook both the leaders in the room. 

With a growl, Chuya compliantly picked his hat up of the side of his chair and made his way out of the room. Before leaving, one of the men had enough courage to stop him and ask, "Please, sir. Make a decision soon. For the Port Mafia's sake." 

Chuya only scoffed on his way out of the door...