Yokohama
The streets of Yokohama were bustling with life, as well as death. People of Yokohama had to had guts to do their work after all. The Mafia ruled here. Anyone getting in their way meant an instant death. But still, they had to survive and so were their families .
Though, somehow. Even if they had a fear of life , they were somewhat relieved. The Mafia was ruthless. It was true. But luckily , they treasured Yokohama. So, they kept it safe from any sort of foreign invasion . Anything that threatened the city's business, territory and most importantly , peace , were to be annihilated immediately.
The Port Mafia headquarters were no different from the busy streets. People were running through the corridors , carrying files and papers of important missions that had been successfully taken out or that needed to be taken care of.
Some were running off to the port to see if the ordered ammunitions had been smuggled in already. Men in black , carrying guns and weapons were patrolling along the properties of the Mafia. No one dared to cross this territory unless you had a death wish. They were the wardens of the night , that overlooked Yokohama.
The patrol guards walked along the territorial gates. A grim atmosphere told the consequences of daring to cross over them . Yet , a purpled haired woman walked up to them . The guards stopped on there tracks as the woman approached , without a glint of fear. As if walking in to a public park.
The guards shared a look before aiming their drum guns at the intruder. The woman also stopped. Her dark purple eyes glanced around a bit before putting her hands in the air , in a manner of surrendering .
" Hey! Hey! Wait! Is that way you treat your guests?"
The woman pouted , totally ignoring the tension that hung on the air. The guards did not budge.
" This is not a place you come to hang around girl. This the Port Mafia base. Get back before I need to shoot you down here."
One of the guards exclaimed as his forefinger rested on the trigger,ready.
To their surprise, the girl rolled her eyes. She sighed without the care of the world.
" Listen big guys, I perfectly know where I'm and why I'm here. I'll be honest with you . I came here to meet your boss so that I can join the Port Mafia."
She rested her hands on her hips in a annoyed manner. Her brows furrowed in irritation .
The guards had reached their limits. No one in their entire life of being a mafioso have talked to them in such arrogant manner.
" Get the hell out of here! I'm giving you three seconds , girl. Turn around and run before I put a bullet through that arrogant head of yours. "
The man yelled , ready to shoot.
" Tch. Arrogant , huh? Why does this insult sound so ridiculously familiar ?But three seconds?"
She removed her hands from her hips. Her expression changed from annoyed to an amused one. A deadly smirk plastered across her face. Her eyes glinting mischievously.
" Bring it on then."
Chuuya's POV
Paper works are so damn tiring . I always hate them . Missions are far better than that. I thought stacking up the papers I have already completed sorting out.

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The Chess Piece ( Nakahara Chuuya x OC)
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