Memories of The Past

Meetings & Adjustments

824, 880 people died that day but history won't remember a single one.

Dazai, the strongest and most fearful executive ever to be known in the Port Mafia, who lived in the belly and shadows of the beast of Yokohama was watching as the city he loved so much fell apart around him. He watched as building split down the middle and fell on to the street cracking the streets and killing innocent by standers. Dazai saw everything he loved so dearly being ripped from him second by second.

"Dazai watch out!" Odasaku said as he ran and jumped grabbing Dazai and they both tumbled to the ground as a building fell over beside them.

"Shit that was close." Odasaku said sighing. But they weren't catching a break as another building fell over.

Dazai?

Kouyou-nee? Dazai said as he spoke back into his ear piece.

Don't let that child stray too far away. He has destroyed enough of Yokohama. Hurry and cancel out his ability.

I've got it.

Dazai stood up and he ran as fast as he could after the source of all the destruction. Dazai saw the small streaks of ginger hair as he approached closer to the target. He cackled madly as he threw around black balls destroying more of Yokohama by the second. Dazai ran and slid as he dodged a ball thrown at him. Dazai grabbed the child and he activated his ability, and as he felt the child go limp in his body he shoved a cloth over his mouth and nose. The child put up a weak fight before succumbing to darkness. Dazai held the now calm child in his arms, he looked down at the fragile child in disbelief. It was hard for Dazai to believe a child so small could cause so much destruction in such a short matter of time.

"Dazai!" Odasaku said rushing over as Dazai stood up, Oda looked at the child in Dazai's arms. Oda shrugged off his jacket and he used it to cover up the tiny ginger headed child.

Boss... the target has been caught.

Excellent. Bring him back to base, immediately. Don't let anyone else spot you with him.

Yes boss. Odasaku said softly.

It was the following morning in Yokohama. Dazai was scheduled an early meeting with the boss of the Port Mafia, Mori Ougai. He hated these after meetings for any business. But with the number of fatalities last night, pedestrian and of their own, this had to be done. Dazai walked up to the door, and he knocked three times. He waited patiently for an answer, and he heard a soft enter. Dazai opened the door and as usual Mori was sitting in his office chair, and the little girl Mori often played off as his daughter but was nothing more than his ability, Elise, sat beside him coloring.

"Ah." Mori said smiling. "What a wonderful day it is to be alive."

Dazai showed no emotion as he stood in front of Mori. "Yes. I guess you could say that."

"How many of our own?"

"200 dead. Twenty injured. Would have been more if he wasn't stopped when he was. But subordinates are disposable. You yourself taught me that. So, what's the real reason for you calling me here?"

"Tsk. Tsk. Teenagers should mind their own business."