The Untold Origins of The Port Mafia

The Many ＞The Few (Or the One)

~ 2 years Later ~

It's summer again in Yokohama, and once again the sun bears its claws upon the inhabitants of the city.

Each person has his or her own way of beating the heat, and the Port Mafia is no exception. One might find the organisation dressed much less formally than usual in the summer months, almost comically so. Trousers exchanged for skirts and shorts, long sleeves exchanged for short ones or even strapped tank tops. Hair is tied up, and the hum of the air con is constant background noise.

In the infirmary, the head of the mafia's medical division is, by most accounts, a regular woman. She's calm, collected, and beautiful. She tries not to be noticed, dressing plainly and wearing no makeup, which much to her dismay, only draws more attention. Her long dark hair is put into a modest low ponytail, and her clothes are dull, neutral tones. Even her expressions are mostly neutral, professional, closed off. Hiding something but giving no indication of what.

Dr. Yosano Akiko, a.k.a The Angel of Death. When she's not hidden behind her intricately designed butterfly mask she heads up the special infirmary.

She prepares bottles of mineral water to be taken on missions for hydration, leading by dressing lightly, forgoing her signature white coat, and wearing only a cotton blouse, breathable flats, and loose, flowing trousers.

She's already treated the 16-year-old Akutagawa, who now goes by only his surname, for heat stress. Of course, the boy had refused to give up that coat and silly jabot of his.

When Dr. Yosano is not in the infirmary, The Angel of Death, Akiko, is down in the cool laboratory environment of subfloor three with a certain scientist.

Ozaki-san trades in her beloved Kimonos for loose yet professional western dresses, skirts, and blouses.

Ranpo swaps his usual cape, black vest, and grey trousers for a loose white button-down and khaki shorts, looking more childish than ever.

Even the leaders feel the heat, Mori opting to join his partner in dressing in loose traditional clothes.

Dazai however, is dressed the same as always, a walking black hole in a sea of light summer colours.

Despite the more casual appearance, business is more serious than ever. With a rival organisation, Mimic, seeking to challenge them. Particularly between the highest-ranking officials.

There was a spy in their organisation. Mori and Fukuzawa were aware, they had their suspicions before he'd even spent a month in the organisation and The Clairvoyant had confirmed their suspicions with his ability.

Mori used him to spy on Mimic's movements, and then when he was done he arranged for the loose end to be tied up, only for a certain low-level grunt to interfere. Oda Sakunosuke.

The grunt had begun to care deeply for the spy, and not knowing the spy's true nature, he saved his life. Moved by the action and weighed down by guilt, the spy confessed. The grunt, angered, but more than anything, saddened by the truth went to sulk at his usual bar. A certain executive was there waiting for him, eager to know how the mission to save Sakaguchi-san went. Of course, Odasaku told him everything.

So now, with anger boiling fiercely inside him he taps his foot, wishing the lift would rise faster. He'd run all the way here, for once using some of his athletic capabilities.

Not caring who may be inside, he burst into Mori's office.

"How many people knew? Was it all of you?"

Mori looks surprised at the volume, but does not need clarification.

'Ah, he knows. I'd better handle this carefully.'