A Present And A Goodbye

A Present And A Goodbye: 'i miss you...'

Chuuya woke up from the sound of his alarm clock, 7:30 a.m he looked at it for a while and he groggily went out of his bed, not even bothering to fix the scattered pillows and disheveled sheets and the already falling blanket.

He also let the curtains closed, not bothering to look at the beautiful and peaceful morning view of Yokohama. Why would he though? He took his phone that was charging on large flat-screen TV table that was only a few metres away from his bed.

He checked for messages, calls or any sended files on him. When he saw none, he turned off his phone and tucked it to his knee-high navy blue shorts, and went to the walk-in kitchen.

He decided for something light, pancakes that he loves so much. He reached for the cabinet on the counter-top to get the ready-to-cook pancake mix, got a transparent glass bowl from dish drawer and poured the powdered pancake mix on it, he put two cups of water, opened the fridge to get two eggs, and put it also on the mix, stirred it with a whisk, added a little bit of vanilla extract and prepared the non-stick pan on the stove in the medium-low heat.

He spread a little bit of vegetable on the pan, let it slightly heat and poured the mixture on the pan.

He loved the aroma that emerged at the almost cooked pancake on the pan, he loved how it smelled, its just smelled like the one he made for him when he was sick. The corners of his lips curved into a small smile, as he finished the mixture off and finished cooking the pancakes.

He took a white ceramic plate from the dish drawer and stacked the soft vanilla pancakes to one and the other, he went back to the fridge to get a block of butter and a knife and also the chopping board. He cut up a cube shaped butter and placed it on the stack of pancakes and went to one of the top cabinets a bottle of pure honey, poured it on the top of the butter until it drenched the pancakes perfectly. He also got a fork and put it on the plate.

He heated up a kettle to have himself a warm morning green tea, to ease his mind, he also put the pan, whisk, bowl, knife chopping board, and threw away the egg shells and the box of the pancake mix away. Put the butter back on the fridge and also put the bottle of honey back to the top cabinets properly.

The kettle let out a whistling sound, indicating that the beverage have been heated properly, he removed it to the stove and got his China cup from the cupboard and poured the hot drink in it, putting some sugar cubes and a teaspoon beside, he carefully put it on the tray and placed it on the mini table by the window, he ate peacefully, occasionally scrolling to his phone, laughing at some memes that would pop up.

He then finished his light breakfast as he, once again closed his phone, cleaned the table, put the dishes to the tray and delivering it to the sink, and went to the bathroom after getting a new set of his clothes from his huge walk-in closet also not forgetting his beloved fedora hat.

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After a while, he went out of the Mafia's higher-ups apartment building, and going to the underground parking lot where his shiny black, window tinted Ferrari car was waiting.

He walked inside of the car, enjoying the soft cushions of red leather seat, as he looked at himself on the back-view mirror to slightly fix his fedora, his curly bangs and adjust his red tie properly, and once again, pushed the car keys in the key hole, start the engine and drove off.

The reason why Chuuya wasn't wearing his usual outfit was because there is a meeting with the French Mafia boss and every executive in the Port Mafia should be present, of course, that included Chuuya.

After that meeting he also was appointed on going to the mini-victory party that the Black Lizards' threw after one successful hard mission.

Sighing he checked his Rolex wrist watch to check the time as he drove smoothly on the vast roads of Yokohama, avoiding any possible traffic problems that he may encounter.