THE BOSS OF YOKOHAMA (PM BOSS CHUUYA NAKAHARA)

I Apologize If You Feel Something

WARNING SMUT

A week later 

And so, this has become his place again.
The main building of Port Mafia, tall skyscraper that towered over the skies of Yokohama, is now shrouded in the darkness of the evening.
Feared by the inhabitants of the city, which barely come close to that hostile and dangerous place, it perfectly represents - with its dark windows and disreputable men who are standing in front of it, what happened inside, the secrets it had hidden for years.
Strange rumors revolve around the disappearance of Mori Ougai and the assignment of his successor.
Dazai always listened to what Chuuya's subordinates whispered about him; they crawled in the shadows like bats, feeding on the few praise they received from their boss.
Still, his ex lover had always been attentive and courteous even to those who worked under him, making a person's grade no different.

Shit, he had screwed up everything.

Thinking of the change that had taken place in Chuuya's soul made him regret having left him to his pain, of having brought him such big suffering that he destroyed what was good in him.
What made him different, special.

Quick steps in his direction. A boy of about eighteen approaches the dark figure dressed mainly in black, who at that moment is at the door of the boss's office.
Layers of bandages cover his face, like strips of a mask that hide his true identity.
He opens his mouth to ask for something; rosy lips frame his face, they move at a steady but slow pace.

"Is Chuuya here?"

The boy of about eighteen watches him. For a few seconds it's like trying to figure out if he's the person the boss asked for.

"Dazai Osamu? The new executive?" - There is a slight tremor in his words.

New, eh?

The older one decides not to respond as he'd have wanted because he cannot make others understand his true intentions.
He returned with the aim of helping Chuuya to get out of the abyss where he had fallen, from the grave that he dug with his own hands.
So, it solves using a few simple, effective words.

Oh, he knew how to act.

When it came to manipulating, extracting information, understanding the human mind and its infinite reasoning, it was the best.
No one beat him.
Certainly not a boy of just eighteen with signs of pimples on his cheeks and part of his neck.

"Where can I find the boss?"

Boss, Dazai uses the right word.

"He's in his room, right here on the right ..."

The boy is interrupted by Dazai's hand, lightly laying on his shoulder in an almost reassuring way.

"I know where the boss's quarters are, I've already been there ..."

The tallest refers to Mori, of course, before he was ousted from his post and a boy - a man now - with ocean eyes sat at his desk, taking the reins of his organization.
With slow and relaxed steps, the new executive goes through the lobby of the top floor, casting a inquiring eye on the furnishings.

Not much had changed since then, when at fifteen he dragged himself along these hallway trying to find a purpose in his existence, meaningless. It was at that time that Chuuya arrived and the corridors, until recently empty and silent, began to fill up with shouts and words spoken without much thought.
Chuuya had always done it, to make him feel at home.To make him feel like a normal and silly boy, too busy bickering to take care of the world and its problems.
And now he's there again, once again, in front of a door he wished he hadn't opened, for fear of what he'd find.