Guns And Love (Soukoku)

Moving out

The brunette's eyes widened along with the red head behind the bar as Dazai muttered, "Boss..."

The raven haired scoffed as he ripped his arm out for the other's grip, "This is your boss? Don't joke with me."

The ginger's brows furrowed as he stepped back slightly to retort but the brunette was ahead of him, "Watch your mouth."

The ginger stared in surprise before regaining his composure and smiling proudly at his right hand man.

The raven haired frowned before reporting, "Who is he anyway? A puny leader of a gang?"

The ginger smiled menacingly, "Takes one to know one. Who are you?"

The rvane haired seemed shocked at the other's comment as he smirked, "I'm in charge of the weapon stock of one of Yokohama's biggest stock holders."

The raven haired eyed the other up and down before tilting his head in a mocking way.

Well, I guess that explains the money. The ginger thought to himself before answering, voice showing that he was looking down at the other.

"Oh, you're that stock handler that we bought weapons from. I have to say, your quality isn't the best."

The raven hair' eyes widened before instinctively his elbow jerked back quickly before his fist almost collided eoth the ginger's face.

The raven haired strained as he grunted, immense pressure suddenly pushing him to his knees.

Chuuya smirked as he commented, "You better apologise to my right hand man and me or I'll make you explode."

The raven haired, still dared to stutter, "You won't. You don't want a crime scene and get yourself arrested along with Dazai right?"

"Believe me when I say I don't care. I can always call you clean up crew to clean this mess up and bribe the witnesses."

The ginger pushed a stray strand of hair behind his ear before smiling, "So?"

Chuuya, using his ability, increased the pressure even more, making the raven haired collapse to the floor and a viable crack appeared on the floor.

The bartender gasped and was about to speak up but upon seeing the brunette shaking his head, he kept silent.

"I-Im sorry! I beg of you, don't!"

The ginger glanced at the other, seemingly thinking about his apology before humming, "Seems about right."

The raven haired sighed in relief and Chuuya smiled almost sadistically.

"Just kidding. Anyone who makes fun of the port mafia dies."

The rvane haired screamed in excruciating pain as he exploded from the inside but, blood, guts and bones flying everywhere as the ginger did quick work with his ability to stop any blood stains of any inner guts from flying anywhere, especially before it dirtiest his clothes.

The brunette thankfully managed to cover the red head's eyes in the nick of time preventing him from watching the gruesome scene.

However, he himself shivered but a smile was plastered on his face.

The ginger sighed as he reached over the counter, picking up a conveniently placed thrash bag and placed all the remaining of the man into the thrash bag before opening the main door of the bar, throwing it to the side.

He hated clean up so he usually left it to his clean up crew as he did a quick text to the said team.

When he entered the bar again, he saw the bartender and brunette staring at him. One difference was that the red head was staring at him shcoka and the other had a small smile on his face.

The ginger smiled back, approaching the other.

"You okay?"

Chuuya gently grabbed the other's arm as he saw the slightly red wrist of the other, mpst liekly from the rough gripping of the dead previously.

Dazai stayed silent before nodding slowly.

"That's good."

The ginger then turned to the red head as he apologised with a chuckle, "Sorry for the floor, I'll ask my man to fix it."

The red head nodded slowly, still covering from the shock.

"Anyways..." he ginger turned to face the brunette, "What are you doing here?"

The brunette bit his lip, "Meeting a friend."

"Then where are you going afterwards?"

Dazai avoided the other's gaze.

"I'm staying here."

The red head seemed to snap out of his shock at that moment when the brunette said that and spoke up, "Is there a problem with him staying here?"

Th ginger chuckled and shook his head, "Oh, no. Its just that where does he sleep and live?" The ginger' eyes narrowed.

The red head glanced at the other who bit his lip before answering, "In the staff room. There's only wine bottles in there after all."

The ginger frowned before smiling, "You're moving out."