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Akutagawa

By now the news had spread through the Port Mafia like a wildfire. At first it was just hushed whispers in the corners. It's progressed to frantically getting everyone's act together.

Ougai is back.

I'm unsure what caused him to lock himself away for so long, but the threat that we recieved seems important enought for him to show his face again.

Though that brought questions to the surface.

What will he do about this?

We've spent days researching the American Underworld. Yoko refuses to leave her room until she knows what she's up against.

"It's not healthy anymore." Chuuya groaned peeking through her doorway. She had fell asleep at her desk once again, books piled high and laptop open.

"We're all on edge." I muttered looking over her exhausted body.

Foolish child.

Shoving my hands in my pockets I walked into her room and glanced at the masses of books.

Yoko lifted her head noticing my presence then laughed to herself.

"What is it they say? No rest for the wicked?"

I shut her laptop ignoring the death glares it earned me.

"We're concerned. Get some sleep for once in your life."

"You aren't my dad." She retorted pushing my hand away.

"No I'm not. I'd hoped I was better than him." I said narrowing my eyes at her. She clenched her fists angrily.

We never spoke of our pasts. Our families. The lives we left behind. Yoko's was less that desirable. I never knew about it until Chuuya Nakahara informed me years ago.

Yoko lived in the slums like most of us. Her mother passed away shortly after Yoko was born. Her father, became a heavy drinker. He abused her for years before she ran away to the Port Mafia.

As if living in this place is any better for her.

A horrific past, killing blindly, being shot, and now having a death warrant hanging above her head.

How this girl is still intact, is beyond me.