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Akutagawa

I was drowning, suffocating. No matter hard I tried, the surface grew further and further away.

My body grew heavy, my eyes closing. As the darkness consumed me all I could see was her smile.

~*~

I opened my eyes to the sight of her lying in a bed. She was cold, pale, they didn't have the slightest idea if she'd even wake up.

"Sir? We seemed to have gotten an anonymous tip." A voice stated. I held her hand tightly, I felt that if I let go she'd disappear forever.

"Man, she looks better when she's abusing me." He groaned. Chuuya Nakahara stood next to me holding a piece of paper out.

"There's no way of telling if it's a trap or not, but they claim they figured out who the shooter was." My head snapped to face him, quickly grabbing the paper.

Dear Port Mafia,
  I see that someone has put down one of your dogs. Quite a shame actually. But I'm not writing to console your cold hearts. I know who did it. If I know the mafia correctly, and I think I do, you may want to check this out.

I glanced down at Yoko. Someone had to pay for what they did.

You mess with the bull, you get the horns.

"Of course, I wouldn't object to watching over your prized possession while you go for a walk." Chuuya smirked.

"Lay a finger on her and you answer to me Nakahara." I growled. He held his hands up in surrender and waved as I left the room.

An anonymous tipster who claims to know how the Port Mafia thinks. I'd be lying if I said my curiosity wasn't peaked.

I unfolded the small paper and looked at the address on the bottom.

Really? That makes things slightly interesting so to speak. Okay, I'll fall into this trap. Perhaps I'll be as interested in this as the burning of chemicals.