Guns And Love (Soukoku)

Sharing

Upon not seeing the brunette anywhere to be seen, the ginger's eyes narrowed as he ordered wine, one not to strong so that he could stay aware of the whole situation.

He sat at the corner of the bar, a shadow perfectly casted over the table and seat.

The ginger knew the brunette would recognise him by his hair colour so the shadow worked in his advantage.

He removed his balck coat which was draped on his shoulders and folded it neatly before placing it beside him on the seat.

He finally took the time to observe the environment he was inm quire a empty and silent bar. Well, it was in an empty alley way.

The billboard advertising the bar was dimly lit and it wasn't exactly big in size. It was as if the bar was trying their best not to have customers. We're they trying to be secretive.

Even better, was this a place other organisations came to have meetings? Chuuya would love to hear their conversations.

His thoughts that were expanding into many assumptions all disappeared when he noticed the brunette smiling at a red head who was working behind the bar, coincidently being the one who served him his drink as he left what seemd to be the employee only door.

He was working in a bar?

Chuuya swiped that thought off when be noticed what the redheas's uniform which the brunette wasn't wearing.

So he was actually coming here for a drink? But he didn't have the money...or maybe he does?

The ginger raised a confused brow as he took a sip on his wine, finding it quite sweet, much to his delight.

He only saw the brunette sat one of the stools facing the bar and started a conversation with the bartender.

The ginger was too far to pick up anything but a few muffled words so he decided on observing the two instead.

Nothing much of the ordinary when Chuuya just assumed that the brunette and a friend working in a shady looking bar and is giving him a room to live in.

Picking up his coat, he decided on leaving discreetly as the bartender and the brunette were engrossed in talking, finding no interest in their conversation.

That was until he heard the door creaked open and he hastily sat back down when the duo at the bar glanced at the door.

Chuuya also glanced at the new intruder and watched as he sat right beside the brunette who ignored him.

The ginger sighed as he heard the talking of the bartender again that he straightened his coat and slid himself out for the seat he was on.

"Is that you, Dazai?"

The seemingly new guest called out as the ginger's ears perked up.

He watched as his right hand man merely nodded before subtly moving to the next seat to leave a gap between him and the newcomer.

The raven haired seemed to notice that hostile behaviour from the brunette and his eyes narrowed.

"Don't be so cold Osamu..." the raven haired merely moved to the next seat, smiling at the brunette who had a small frown on his face.

First name? That was new. Henever heard anyone call Dazai by his first name.

"If you're here to ask me about my job or anything else, I'm not interested."

The ginger knew that many anted to join the mafia, due to the higher than average pay and mostly the influence you'll have over people.

The raven haired chuckled as the ginger noticed the red head's grip on the cup he was cleaning tighten.

"I'm not asking any of that sort. I'm just checking on you." He rested hsi hand on the other's shoulder.

The burnette shrugged the other's hand off and nodded, "Then, I'm fine."

The ginger snorted to himself at the brunette's usual coldness along with his as cold replies.

The ginger crossed his legs, contemplating on whether his right hand man could handle this on his own.

He could...but he'll stay around just in case...

He only saw as the raven haired reach forward to grab the brunette qgaon only for his hand to be grabbed.

"Sir, no harassing in my bar."

The brunette scoffed at the other as the raven haired snatched his hand away from the other's grip.

"Mind your own business. I'm the father's friend."

The brunette bit his lip, "You're not."

The raven haired snapped his head to the brunette.

"I was the one who helped your father make his business grow. He was in debt to me."

The ginger's eyes narrowed, he had researched on the Dazai' parents debt, they weren't in debt with anyone else.

"You're still living with your friend when I could have given you a house of your own along with money. But you decided to pay off your own parent's debt with your hard earn money I could have given you."

The brunette kept silent as the red head's brows furrowed, hands pacing down the cloth and cup. Fingers curling into a fist.

"Why don't you accept me? Your life will be easier that way. I have the moeny after all."

The raven haired grabbed Dazai's arm and pressed it a bit to nudge him

A gloved hand gripped onto the raven hair's arm, lifting it as the ginger smiled, "Because he's part of my organisation now."

Chuuya released the other's arm, "And I don't like sharing."