Tokyo, Japan’s busiest capital, with all its ultra modern skyscrapers, neon lights and historic temples, Tokyo's famous Skytree, stands above in the middle of its streets, seemingly unaware that a black sedan entering its borders, inside of the said car is one of the world's most powerful ability user.

Having to wake up early in the morning, Chuuya uses the opportunity to rest and relax. Leaning in the car’s window, Chuuya watches as the trees in the highway are slowly being replaced by buildings and establishments as they enter Tokyo city. The city is only an hour or two drive from Yokohama. The duo, Chuuya and Fyo, are heading to the Port Mafia’s base in Tokyo, a Hotel and Casino, established by their members as a front business.

“We're here,” Fyo announced.

Throughout the whole journey the two did not even utter or share a conversation. Chuuya just lets the other drive while he watches the scenery outside. Hearing the others' voices he shifted his attention to the road and then to his driver. They arrived at a luxurious hotel, with valets and tourists walking around. This time, without waiting for the other to open the door for him, Chuuya got out of the car. Fyo followed him and took their small bags not wanting others to hold them but gave the car key to the valet for him to park it. Though annoyed to the other person, Chuuya just put up with him and did not bother with him if not necessary. It's not that he is like Dazai, someone with equal footing as a fellow executive, while Fyo on the other hand is just a handy man and assistant at the bottom of the Port Mafia ranks. If he deem Fyo was useless in the mission he would just ditch him. Chuuya went to one of the soft couches in the lobby while he let Fyo handle their stay.

Chuuya plans on finishing this mission as fast as he could, therefore he wants to go straight to the informant as soon as they get his location from their headquarters in Tokyo. However, arriving at the said establishment, and Chuuya was yet to settle in one of the couches, he was about to sit when he was greeted by the manager of the hotel, beaming at him wide while rubbing his hands. Chuuya was given generous hospitality. When the people of the establishment found out that one of the Port Mafia’s top 5 executives is coming for a short trip, they immediately prepare his accommodation. They are wondering why someone  high ranking in the mafia will visit them, therefore they should be careful, this could be a good opportunity.

“Hello sir Nakahara, I hope the place is to your liking” The manager said while standing near Chuuya’s seat.

“We have prepared a breakfast for you, if you would, please” Said the manager while pointing in the direction with both of his hands.

“No, it's fine … I'm here for a short while, you don't have to …” “We prepared a breakfast wine only for you sir, some freshly baked pastries with light compatible wine beverages'' Chuuya was cut off by the manager’s offer. And after hearing wines on the menu, thoughts about the morning’s work flew off in his head. “Cough cough” Chuuya cleared his throat. “Well then, send them to my room” “No no no no no” The manager opposed. “We can't have you eat on you room sir, we also prepared some entertainment for you, you see we just situated a mini theater near the dining area for our guest to watch while having their meal, but we also have a vip room for those who wish for privacy, come this way” The manager added.

Chuuya was almost half dragged by the manager and his employees to the dining area to curry favor from him. And Chuuya awkwardly follows them, as Chuuya, even with his position, was not a prick or a douche when it comes to the underlings, especially if he was treated fairly. And being treated like a valuable guest, Chuuya can’t just decline.

Chuuya awkwardly smiled at the hotel personnel when he saw Fyo in the front desk displaying that annoying smile he had. He saw that the clerk handed him some room keys. Fyo then picked up their bags and waved a hand on him and left for this room, this got him annoyed. He just wants to start the mission already. Though it is known that Chuuya will be arriving at the hotel, their purpose is undisclosed to anyone in there.

"Tch '' Flicking his tongue, Chuuya just let him, He will give him the time to look for the informant on his own. "Lets see what you're capable of," Chuuya thought.

The breakfast was quite nice, it was a french style breakfast and the wine really compliments the food. The songster is also not that bad, and the manager really did a good job selecting the recipes, however the one thing that he did not like is the manager constantly urging those women not far away to come to his table. From the looks of it, he really want some connection to the higher ups from him, using any means necessary.  However, as this mission is very important, so too bad for him. After giving a dangerous glare to those beautiful women, they can't even come near to his table. Though he accepted their generosity, it is still known among the Port mafia members how dangerous and destructive Chuuya is. So they still have to be careful around him.

The said breakfast finishes almost at noon, though it was a breakfast, it is enough food to fill in for his lunch. He stands up and asks for his key, the manager still wants to offer something but he has already put it on his ground and tells the manager that it is enough.

“This is your key sir,”  said the manager handing him a card key. Stepping to the managers side he said in a low voice “ I need to talk to the Tokyo units incharge” After hearing this, the manger now understands that Chuuya is indeed on some kind of mission. And as only a front member, he has no authority to even ask and just do what he is told. Then Chuuya left the dining area and went to the room given to him. Only when arriving at the said room and entering, did he realize that it was a suite room. And there he saw Fyo, sitting on one of the coffee tables leisurely sipping some tea. While he had an awkward breakfast warding off annoying flies, aka bootlicking manger and his army of women who had shortage of fabrics. Overall there are at least three bedroom doors, a small diner area and a bar. Seeing that Fyo did not even bother to change his stance after he entered the room, his temper rose, he really had the urge to beat him up. Inhaling a deep breath, he calmed himself and sat on the long couch. No matter how annoyed he is with Fyo, he is still his underling. And he sees it unfair, for him to treat Fyo rudely, because he treats all his subordinates like friends. He can't be too harsh on him, just because he’s weird, however he won't tolerate laziness.

Only a short while later, he heard Fyo’s footsteps coming to him. Fyo leisurely sits on the side couch. “So how was your breakfast, I thought you would be bringing at least one offering from the manager” Said with a light laugh.

“Get out, I really don't have time to listen to you, and when they arrive, send them in,” Chuuya ordered, pertaining to the Port Mafia incharge of the Tokyo area. However, minutes later, the one who knocks on the door is none other than those women gathered by the hotel manager. After opening the door, Chuuya was startled to see them outside. Still holding the door knob, he saw Fyo talking with one of the women, when the woman leaned to Fyo’s ears’ whispering something and Fyo nodded in return, as if there were little girls having a secret conversation. He glared at Fyo, and when he looked at his direction, Fyo just gave him a playful smile.

“Sir, we heard you liked wine, so we brought varieties.” One of the ladies said.

“Yes, we even got some traditional alcohol,” said another.

Chuuya was dragged inside, and was forced to sit down. Two ladies sit both on his side and offer him some wine and some perfume. Seeing the perfume bottle, the smell of the perfume those ladies are wearing somehow became stronger that it was already assaulting his nose. The ladies were shoving him anything on their hand when he saw Fyo and the other lady went inside the room still having that girly playful talk, while the woman was showing her pieces of jewelry she’s wearing and Fyo looked at them with great interest.

This really is pushing Chuuya’s limit of patience. And when the people he really is waiting for, the Tokyo Port Mafia unit came to the door and saw the women flocking around Chuuya like he is some kind of pervert who lecherous towards women.

And that was Chuuya’s limit. “Enough!!!” Chuuya abruptly stands up. His sudden movement startled one of the ladies who loosened her hold on one of the bottles, dropping it on the floor and shattering it. The ladies were brief that this person is quite dangerous, therefore, receiving this kind of reaction, scared them. “Get out all of you!” said Chuuya. The ladies hurriedly went out of the room. Only Fyo and two people from the Tokyo unit remain inside.

“What are you thinking, this is not a vacation. You are here to help me on this mission, not leisurely sip tea and chat” Chuuya said glaring at Fyo.

When the Tokyo unit saw the situation, he immediately looked out if someone heard them before locking the door.

“I invited those ladies, their cooperation might be crucial to this mission” Said Fyo, still with a playful childish smile.

“Don't mock me bastard, If you are insulting me by insinuating your perverse thoughts on me, you can just get out.” Chuuya glared at Fyo.

“But, I am just doing my job, by helping you” Fyo replied, the playful smile still on his face.

Chuuya laughed with disdain. “Help?” Chuuya asked sarcastically. “Is that what you called helping?. I brought you along with me because Arly recommended you. But if this is the help you mean, you can just go back. And if you really want to help, make sure that I would not hear you speak. Just give me the reports I need and don't talk to me anymore!. Now get out!” Chuuya added. The playful smile in Fyo’s face suddenly disappeared. Suddenly Chuuya couldn't read what the other was thinking. He was expecting the other to refute, but to his surprise, Fyo walked out of the room without uttering a single word.

The Port Mafia member who heard the whole conversation, awkwardly laughs then clears his throat then respectfully calls him.

“Ummm, sir, you called for me?” He inquired.

Sigh.

Releasing a sigh that Chuuya did not know he was holding he calmed himself again. That guy sure does know how to rile him up, Chuuya though.
“Should I send for the cleaners sir?” asked the member. “No need, there are urgent matters I need from you,” Chuuya replied.

Chuuya then asked the man for the whereabouts of any informants that would give them the location of the underground laboratory of the yakuza clan holding the key. However, to his disappointment, there is no reliable source to go to. Only by looking for these informants and buying information directly from them would be their best choice of action. As they are digging for information about a long standing yakuza clan, their roots are deep. And therefore any informants in Tokyo could be their ally. And given the mission's objective of secrecy, Chuuya can only use a subtle tactic by asking for information about drug manufacturing. Acting like they would be drug buyers.

Hopping on the car, Chuuya fishes out his phone. “Chuuya?” Chuuya heard from the phone, it was Kouyou. “Kouyou, ane-san” Chuuya called out. “Are you still gathering information about the keys?” “Yes I have, I just got a few more details from the intelligence unit than the initial report I gave you, I’ll send them to you” said Kouyou from the phone.

“I see that would be helpful, thanks ane-san”

Now they had a list of informants they should visit. However none of them seems to know any laboratory run by the said Yakuza clan. Chuuya had the urge to just beat them up, however the port mafia member who came along with him stops him.

After visiting about 8 informants around Tokyo, Chuuya got nothing.

Thinking back, Chuuya regrets that he asked for few people to join him in this mission. If only there were more people, the mission's progress would be faster. It was midnight when they returned to the hotel. Entering the room, he saw that the floor was cleaned, but there was no Fyo sitting around or sipping tea.

“It looks like he really did leave? Tch, the hell I care about him” Chuuya thought.

Before he could walk around, he heard a knock, assuming it was Fyo, Chuuya went to the door, opening the door abruptly.

“What!” He shouted just after opening the door.

A man in a mafia black suit was surprised at Chuuya’s sudden emergence.

“Umm, I'm here to deliver these confidential reports sir, From lady Kouyou” The man said.

Recognising the man, He was one of Kouyou’s trusted subordinates therefore Chuuya accepted the files in the brown envelope.

Reading the contents of the report, Chuuya went straight to the bedroom, looking for his things he saw a black bag on the side table, but then, he recognized it was Fyo’s bag. “So this is his room?” ask Chuuya to himself.

“Tch, so he is still here”.

Stepping out, he went to the adjacent room, finding his own bag.

The new report consists of information like location and possible names in more details, but all of them are not verified.

After reviewing the report, he then went straight to bed, for he is so tired talking a lot with people he does not want to talk to.

Morning came, when Chuuya woke up with the sun glaring at his face. Looking at the papers beside him on the bed, Chuuya was still groggy. Sighing, he got up and stretched a little. He walked out of his room to get a call for some breakfast when he noticed neatly placed papers on one of the coffee tables. It was the table that Fyo was sitting with yesterday. Chuuya walked to the other room’s door and then opened it to find it empty again. The black bag is still on the side. Picking up the papers, he ascertained that those were also reports about the keys whereabouts. Reading its contents, he saw that there are locations from the intelligence units reports that are verified to be the real location of the keys. The same with the names, and there wereabouts. In short the report he was holding right now, is a detailed and accurate report.

“However, where does this come from?” he asked himself.

Author's Notes.

Gosh work has been grinding me for weeks, I cant even write a acceptable paragraphs. But still hope you like this chapter.

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