"Boss, the GSS has joined hands with the Sheep," you informed, reading the notes given to you by an informant.
Before Mori could say anything, the heavy doors to his office creaked open, revealing none other than Dazai.
"One month after the Arahabaki Incidents, and you finally show up," Mori hummed.
"I've decided to join the mafia," Dazai informed, taking a deep breath.
Mori could hardly contain his excitement, and instantly requested you to give him command of some troops which he would take to investigate the GSS.
"Alright, take the low-ranking soldiers," you sighed. "They're not the brightest, but they're powerful if they put their minds to it."
Dazai nodded, and immediately scampered off for his first mission. By the end of the day, he'd returned with intel, as well as a new recruit. Chuuya joined the mafia, due to the Sheep backstabbing him from the lack of trust.
He was put under the care of Ozaki Kouyou, the same lady who had trained you all those years ago. Meanwhile, Dazai received training from Mori, as his direct subordinate, a ploy that Mori had put in place to ensure he had more than one option as his successor. You were given your own students to tend to, as well as a part-time babysitting job for the really slow days. Mori had taken in yet another child, one whose ability he was not yet aware of yet. Due to this, he wanted you to take care of them until their ability was born. The child was called Yumeno Kyuusaku, and was always attached to a doll.
As the customs stated, Chuuya received a hat from Mori, one that used to belong to Randou, wile Dazai received a long black coat. One look at them already reminded you of your earlier days, where Mori had bought silver jewellery for you. After all, clothing was rather impractical for a ten year old, considering they would likely end up growing out of it within a month. Once the rites of passage were completed, the last step was for both to pledge allegiance to the Boss, allowing you one final chance to veto the Boss's decision.
You never did, readily accepting them into the organisation.
Of course, Chuuya and Dazai still regularly argued with each other, but their trust and loyalty for one another inevitably grew with each passing day. Over time, the three of you were practically inseperable, despite all your differences.
And that is the full story of how mafia executive Nakahara Chuuya and former mafia executive Dazai Osamu joined the organization.
After that, with Mori as the new boss and you steering the course of its reputation, the Port Mafia drastically expanded its influence. The two of you established an economic foundation, built an ingenious relationship with the government, and created a system where it would be difficult for the judiciaries to get involved.
A year later, a bigger disaster than this occurred―a wide-scale conflict involving all of Yokohama's criminal organizations, commonly known as, "The Dragon's Head Conflict". The Port Mafia survived this conflict, which is said to be the worst underground conflict in the history of Yokohama, with minimal damage. In the exhausted underground society, the mafia firmly established a relatively broad domination of territory.
Furthermore―around that time Chuuya, who had contributed a remarkable amount of service to the organization, was blessed with a chance to access the materials Randou left behind much earlier than the aforementioned executive position.
A separate report will be made regarding his true identity, the conspiracy of the disappeared research facility, and the actions both Dazai and Chuuya took to uncover them.
The above mentioned is the full story concerning the "Arahabaki Incident".
This report is under the jurisdiction of the Ministry of Home Affairs and the Ninth Confidential Resource Office, it is strictly prohibited for browsing or taking from unauthorized persons.
That is all.
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Document Number: I-41-90-3
<Details of activities from the Port Mafia's gifted users during the Arahabaki Incident>
Reporter:
Assistant Councilor of the Special Ability Department in the Ministry of Home Affairs
Sakaguchi Ango.
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<Supplementary Document>
Document Number: I-41-93-1
Reporter:
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Confidential Document Designation―Top Secret
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No matter how deep the night is, the Port Mafia never sleeps.
The devilish capital in the deep darkness of Yokohama, the top floor of the Port Mafia's headquarters.
Among the numerous militia members of the mafia, only those with outstanding loyalty and merit are stationed to guard the floor. The top floor, where the boss's office is located, is a "special case" in mafia territory. Insignificant light, let alone humans, are not allowed to enter unless the mafia wishes for it.
Two mafia guards stood in front of the door.
The boss wasn't in the office since they only guard uninhabited rooms. But the two had alert expressions. No matter where you were or what you were doing, you performed your duty without fluctuating emotions the moment you wake up. Only those with a steel spirit were entrusted with these tasks.
Not once have they conversed or cleared their throats while guarding in the stillness of the night.
The guard heard a small noise.
It was a thumping sound. It was fainter than the sound of a mosquito, so much so that he could mistake it for his own breath. He didn't know where it came from. But the guards, who stood in the silence for countless hours, would not miss such an unusual sound.
He reflexively grabbed his submachine gun, listening carefully.
"What is it?"
"Don't you hear that?"
After briefly informing his colleague, the guards concentrated all their senses on their surroundings.
They immediately heard it again, the sound of thumping. After that they heard the sound of paper flipping. This time there was no mistake on what they heard.
His colleague grabbed his machine gun.
At this time, the top floor was deserted aside from the mafia guards. It was designed so not even the slightest breeze could penetrate it, so it was unlikely anything would be making a noise.
There was a corridor in front of them and the office behind them. The corridor was empty. Meaning...
"The office...?"
The bodies of the guards tensed up at the sound.
With only the movement of his hand and a glance as a cue, his colleague told him to open the door. The colleague took the office key from his wrist and inserted it into three different key holes, unlocking each of them.
Then he kicked the door open.
Inside the room stood a tall figure. A young man with long limbs was standing in the center of the moonlight. He was holding some documents. The young man slowly looked at the men from the documents he was holding.
"You're late." He said.
"Don't move! Who are you, and how did you get in?!"
The guard shouted, his gun in hand.
"How? What a strange question. I entered how one usually would, by passing through the door behind you gentlemen."
The guard's expressions hardened in anger.
There's no way that happened.
They had been concentrating on guarding the door. Not even a second slipped past them. They would have noticed a termite passing by them, let alone a human being.
The young man calmly smiled at them.
The figure, which was cut out in the pale moonlight, was tall and graceful like a bow and each movement of his was like magic. There wasn't a single wrinkle in his high-end business suit, which was the color of the sea at night. He looked like an actor in a movie, or an extravagant god in ancient Europe.
"I came to read the documents. That's all." The young man said while raising the papers. The document bundles were the ones Mori once showed Chuuya―the research documents about 'Arahabaki' Randou had collected. "It was quite interesting. Especially this passage, 'Randou's former partner, intelligence agent Paul Verlaine, died after betraying him'. As I thought, he forgot many things. After all―I'm alive."
"Put the documents down. If you resist, we'll shoot."
The guard said, pointing his gun at him warily.
He then pushed a button in the lining of his clothes that alerted the security room of an intruder.
Normally, an alarm would sound throughout the whole building and a blockade would come down to block the passageways.
But nothing happened.
"Ahh, sorry, I know you were expecting something, but nothing is going to happen. All the guys in the guard room went on holiday a little while ago. A long holiday."
At the feet of the young man, a case of electronic keys that opened and closed the doors on each floor had fallen. After seeing somebody's blood on the case, the guards instantly realized.
―The guards have already been killed.
"I truly wanted to go in peace. In any case, I'm not looking for a fight. I only came to pick up this document, which is a record of my one best friend's life, and this hat from the dressing room."
Before they knew it, a black hat appeared in the young man's hand.
It was the black hat Chuuya had gotten from Mori.
"This is your final warning. Surrender. Otherwise, we'll shoot you in 5 seconds."
The guard said that, however, he was already preparing for someone from this meeting to die.
Naturally, killing the intruder is a last resort. If possible, they wanted to capture the intruder alive and make them spit out their objectives and their ringleader. That's the mafia way. But this intruder was different. He was an elite who could survive even the mafia's darkness. Someone deeper than darkness. He was likely an ability user, meaning normal fighting doctrines would be useless up against him.
The only gifted who could read their next move was a dead gifted.
So he warned him, "We'll shoot in 5 seconds". It was a sign among the mafia. When one says, "I'll shoot in 5 seconds", they shoot immediately, not even waiting for 1 second to pass.
Shoot.
The guard silently prayed for his colleague to start it.
But no one shot anything.
The guard looked at his colleague, wondering what the hell he was doing.
His mafia colleague was standing with his gun in his hand, trembling.
He couldn't raise the gun above his neck.
"Wha...?"
The guard opened his mouth in surprise.
A red alarm bell rang in his head as he reflexively tried to trigger the submachine gun.
He couldn't press down.
His trigger finger was cut and fell to the floor.
Following suit was the barrel of the gun.
Their wrists and shoulders were cut and fell to the ground. Their torsos and backs and jaws and heads all dropped to the ground in severed pieces. Only the legs below their thighs continued to stand on the floor as if nothing had happened.
It was the quiet death of two people who couldn't even scream.
"Oh my, thank goodness. On such a quiet, moonlit night, sounds of gunshots are so unromantic."
The youthful intruder smiled in relief.
He put the document bundles back on the desk and walked towards the window in the middle of the room.
He looked at the pale moon outside the window.
"I wonder where you are in this town, Arahabaki―Nakahara Chuuya." The young man said while gazing out the window. "I thank you for killing my partner―former partner, on my behalf. You seem to be getting stronger. It's about time we met."
As he said that, he pressed his hand against the window.
That window was made of reinforced laminated glass. It was a heat and shock resisting glass pane that could hold off not only a sniper's bullets, but an anti-tank gun. All to protect the boss.
"Arahabaki, the heartbeat of calamity who breathes natural disasters. You are lonely. There is no one in this world who can understand you. You are neither a god nor a human, so you struggle somewhere in between until you die in your own arms. Unless you come to me."
The young man twisted slightly and pushed one leg out horizontally.
Technically, it was a "kick". However, it was too light to be an actual kick, and was silent as if a bird had shaken off it's feathers. It looked as if he had only engraved a horizontal line in the air with his toes.
The flash of the kick shattered the reinforced glass into tiny pieces.
The reinforced glass, which had a thickness of several centimeters, became a rain of light that poured to the ground.
"I've waited a long time. But at last." The young man's eyes swayed in the pale light of the moon. "It's time we met, Nakahara Chuuya―my younger brother."
As soon as he said that, the young man stealthily jumped out the window with the black hat on his head.
His body was absorbed into the darkness of the earth and vanished from sight.
All that remained was the sound of the night breeze.
The night's curtain, the gathering of a crowd of shadows. The nights of Yokohama are long and deep, and no one can truly see all the way to the bottom.