Adj: deviating from what is normal or usual, typically in a way that is undesirable or worrying.
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A figure strolls through the massive halls of the Port Mafia Headquarters, making her way towards the boss' office, her light fading to dark mantle slightly drags behind her. The sounds of her shoes clacking were echoing as the hall lacked any materials for it to be absorbed. Kouyou had just finished her missions for the day and was off to have an afternoon tea party that was requested by none other than Elise.
Standing outside the office, the scarlet haired woman announces her presence with a knock, opening the dual doors. "Ougai-dono, Elise, I have arrived—" Upon entering, she sees the man and the girl sitting around the table settled in the middle of the room, noticing a figure the same height as the blonde lassie. That made her pause.
This couldn't have been Q as they were still locked down in the basement— the other before her gaze was alot more different than that godforsaken child in terms of appearance. Alas, the three noticed her finally and Elise waved her arm.
"Kouyou! Come sit by me!"
Kouyou was about to when she saw the child face her, cherry red eyes met a pair of heterochromic ones. Blue and brown.
"... Chuuya?" She squints and leans forward.
Chuuya Nakahara indeed. However, smaller, his ginger hair that had one side long was now completely short. His cheeks were more full and chubby.. Well, it seemed like he was chewing on something as he had crumbs surrounding his lips. His eyes wide, and were full of life, as if the darkness that lingered in every corner of the earth hasn't infected him, not yet, atleast.
Kouyou physically recoiled like something had impacted her greatly with a strike. A pang had went through her heart— had her lad been hit with an ability of some sorts to have changed into such a small and innocent child? She glances at Mori and he caught onto her confusion.
He lets out an amused laugh. "Meet Chuuichi-kun. Isn't he just adorable?" The mafia boss ruffles the little boy's hair.
The boy— Chuuichi makes a face and slaps Mori's hand away. "Get your slimy hands away! Elise, let's go." He turns away with a huff, walking away.
"Ah- Chuui! Why can't you be a gentleman and let me go first!?"
Elise ran to him, leaving the two adults alone.
Mori sighs as he shook his head with his ahoge moving along. Kouyou hid the curl of her lips behind her sleeve until she finally snapped towards the other with a glare. "What have you done with Chuuya?" She took a step forward. He raised his hands and waved them with a smile. "Now, now, Kouyou-kun. Needn't worry, Chuuya-kun is currently on an errand. He'll be back in an hour or so."
Kouyou's stance faltered as it shifted into suspicion and more confusion. "Then.. Who was that young lad?"
Mori stepped behind his desk and took a seat, intertwining his fingers and resting his chin atop.
"Would you like to guess?"
"Ougai-dono..."
"Go ahead, I want to hear what your thoughts are~"
"..."
Her face scrunched up. What was Chuuichi? Where could he have come from? He was too similar to Chuuya to just be a random orphan that the boss had picked up from the streets.. Kouyou's eyes doubled in size before shrinking back, there was a possibility that-
