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Nakahara Chuuya does not dream.
His waking, is like foam emerging from mud.
...Chuuya woke in his bedroom.
It's a gloomy space. What's there, are walls, a floor, and a roof. A blue darkness covering it all. There's relatively little furnishing; a bed with a sheet covering, and a few bookshelves. A small safe buried into the wall. On the central desk, a jeweled book cover is opened to a random page. That's all.
Morning light beams from an open space between the curtains, casting a clear split in the dreary room.
Chuuya raised his body upright. Slight perspiration lingers near his chest area, where remnants of a violent emotion swirl inside. But what emotion it was, he can't remember.
Recently, it's always so.
Given up, he slides out of bed and takes a shower. Bathing under the rain of hot water, Chuuya thinks about himself.
Nakahara Chuuya. 16 years old.
Since entering the Port Mafia a year ago, he'd built success at a speed unseen before, gaining recognition throughout the association.
But no money or status could serve to present him any happiness or joy. Because he lacks something much more valuable.
A past.
Chuuya does not know who he is.
His memory starts eight years ago, when he was abducted from a government research facility.
His memory starts eight years ago, when he was abducted from a government research facility.
He has no memory previous to this event- just darkness.
A darkness, darker than the gloom of any night. Simply, pitch black darkness.
He wipes his body and heads to change. He presses an area of the wall, which opens soundlessly to reveal an arrangement of clothing. They're all luxurious assets; not a crinkle in their fabrics. He picks out a random selection and threads his arms through.
Chuuya fastens emerald cuffs on his sleeves, and takes a glance at the mirror. He clicks his tongue slightly before leaving the room.
Once out of his house, a shuttle car arrives as if having timed his arrival.
The expensive black car was driven by a dark-clothed, sunglassed Mafioso. Wordlessly, he stops next to Chuuya and opens the door to the backseat.
"Take me to the usual place."
Having said this single phrase, he gets in the car and closes his eyes.
The black escort car glided through the metropolitan roads.
In the various streets and intersections packed with cars, the vehicle that carried Chuuya slid easily through into sideroads. Whereas the others were sidestopped with traffic, the escort wove between with astounding smoothness. As if it, and it only, was under a spell, isolating the vehicle from everything else.
"Today's dealing records?"
"Here they are."
Chuuya ran his eyes over the documents handed to him. Typed in a special uncopyable ink, it was engraved in code; were it ever to get in the hands of the police department, it would be impossible to label it as criminal proof.
"Hm, dealing's steady today too." Chuuya said neglectfully. "Boring."
In the Port Mafia, Chuuya was to facilitate the jewel smuggling exchange.
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