Rain poured down, heavily as a petite figure in a gray raincoat dashed down the empty and slippery street of Yokohama. The Yokohama night pulsed with its usual neon rhythm, a stark contrast to the hammering in Silver Wolf's chest. Two months on the run, her once vibrant silver hair was now a dull tangle, her once sharp eyes perpetually scanning for pursuers. Hunger gnawed at her stomach, a constant companion neben the guilt that coiled in her gut. Leaving the Port Mafia in chaos had been an act of desperation, but freedom, she was discovering, came at a hefty price.
Tonight, she was drawn to the familiar scent of the docks, a yearning for the life she'd abandoned. A life punctuated by bloodshed and the ever-present threat of Dazai's twisted schemes. But a life that also offered a twisted sense of belonging.
As she crept along a darkened pier, a figure detached itself from the shadows. Silver whirled around, hand flying to the dagger strapped to her thigh. Moonlight glinted off a shock of unruly black hair and a sardonic grin.
"Well, well, Silver-chan," drawled Dazai, his voice dripping with amusement. "Took you long enough to grace us with your return."
She huffed and snorted. "We met again after...let's see, two months? Took you quite a long time to caught up with me, mackerel."
Turning towards Chuuya, she raised her eyebrow in mocking. "What? So Mori decided I was too much of a threat, so he sent the famous and fearsome Soukoku after me now?"
Her words hung heavy in the air, a challenge laced with a bitter edge. Dazai's grin remained unfazed, but a flicker of something akin to annoyance crossed Chuuya's fiery eyes.
"Don't flatter yourself, Silver," Chuuya growled, a spark igniting in his palm. "You're just a loose end Mori wants tied up."
Dazai, however, remained unfazed. He tilted his head, a playful glint in his eyes. "Ah, Silver-chan, always the fiery one. But tell me, what made you think you could escape the Port Mafia? We have eyes everywhere, even in the pouring rain."
Silver gritted her teeth, memories of the chaos she'd unleashed flooding back. She had bombed the Port Mafia headquarters, caused immense chaos, burnt their supplies to dust, and when escaping, she stuck a sticky note on Mori's forehead which said 'Fool, noob'.
"But you can't deny its kinda hilarious." She huffed and raised her eyebrow at Dazai.
A strangled snort escaped Chuuya, momentarily breaking the tension. Even Dazai's lips twitched, a hint of amusement flickering in his dark eyes. "Hilarious?" Chuuya finally managed, his voice tinged with disbelief. "You left a trail of destruction, jeopardized our operations, and somehow you think that's funny?"
Silver shrugged, a defiant glint in her eyes. "Look, I had to do something drastic. You wouldn't understand."
"Maybe not," Dazai conceded, his voice devoid of its usual amusement. "But causing chaos doesn't equate to freedom, Silver-chan. It only paints a target on your back."
The playful facade had vanished, replaced by a cold efficiency that sent shivers down Silver's spine. She knew they weren't here to reminisce.
"Enough talk," Chuuya growled, impatience simmering in his crimson gaze. A tendril of his ability crackled in the air, a menacing reminder of his power.
She rolled her eyes at him. "What makes you think you're my opponent?"
A humorless laugh escaped Silver's lips, laced with a bitterness that echoed the rain drumming down on the docks. "Besides," she continued, her voice dropping to a dangerous whisper, "you wouldn't want to fight me here, would you, Chuuya-kun? One misplaced kick and we both end up taking a swim in the Yokohama Bay."
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