Pain spread from his chest and into the rest of his body. Watching her smiling even when she was barely holding back tears was a common thing from her. She had never wanted to show or let on how much pain she was in. Even the days after the fight with Ragnarök and Omi, with how much she had lost, she tried to remain smiling when everyone was around her. Once she had turned her back from him, leaving through the gate huddled into herself and her head hung, he could only wonder what her face had looked like then. Did she break down? Did she finally let on how much pain she was in from everything that had happened recently? Had she let her tears flow? Knowing her, she had kept them at bay as long as she was able and only let out what couldn't be held back any longer.

"You can come out now." His voice was low, and his gaze remained on the gate.

Footsteps from behind shuffled up closer to him. Kazuma's gaze remained on the gate that Olivia had gone through. Had she made it on the plane okay? Had she found her seat okay? Was it comfortable enough for her? Chairman Sera had made sure to set her up on a nice VIP section on the first class section of the plane, wanting to make sure that she was as comfortable as she could possible be for the 13 hour fight it would take to get back to America. The footsteps shuffled until they were almost next to him and stopped.

"Explain." Kazuma's deep voice took a razor sharp edge to it.

"There ain't anythin' ta explain, Kiryu-chan." His voice sounded hollow and deflated.

Like hell there isn't.

Kazuma turned around. Majima-san had his hands in his pockets and was staring at the gate. During the time they'd known each other, she had seen him reflect many different emotions. Joy and the desire to embarrass all those he talked to being the most prevalent, he had seen anger and sadness in his friend's eye before. Now was something that made him look shattered and completely lost. Something he had never seen before, something he wasn't sure his friend even had the capability of feeling much less displaying so openly. The elite yakuza were able to hide their emotions rather well, but Majima-san wasn't even trying.

"You could have at least said goodbye to her."

"Naw, I couldn't."

Kazuma turned to look at him, the furrow between his brows deepening.

"Then why? You saw how devastated she looked, thinking you didn't come to see her off. Even as she was going through the gate she turned back and looked for you."

Majima-san never looked at him and kept his gaze glued on the door that Olivia had gone through. Without saying anything on the matter, or even acknowledging that Kazuma had talked to him, he turned and headed for the door leaving the airport.

"Don't follow me Kiryu-chan. I ain't in the mood right now."

As he walked away, he took a cigarette and put it between his lips and lit it before replacing it in his pocket and shoving his hand in there too.

"Sir, you can't smoke—"

"Shut up."

Kazuma didn't follow Majima-san. With all the rage bubbling in him, The Dragon wasn't sure what he would end up doing in that moment. Once he cooled down, then he'd go and look for him. If there was a good reason that he didn't talk to Olivia and see her off, then even though he wouldn't like it, he would accept it. Considering Majima-san's history with love in general, Kazuma wasn't betting on a normal and logical reason. He wasn't sure that his friend even knew what that was. Sighing, he looked at the gate his friend had disappeared through once more before leaving the airport himself.

It had been two days since Olivia left Japan. Time was supposed to heal all wounds, but it seemed like her departure had left more of a mark and a deeper wound than he had originally thought. Kazuma knew that two days wasn't going to heal everything and make all the memories that they shared together disappear, but he thought it would at least get on the track to recovery.

No. No it hasn't.

Each morning he would do the same thing. He'd scan around his room and get up, glancing at each room hoping by some miracle that she had come back to Japan and found him in Kamurocho and entered in the middle of the night. Olivia knew where the spare key was at. Before she had left, he had thought about changing the place where it was since she would always end up grumbling about getting soil on her hands whenever she obtained it. Now though, on the slim to none chance that she returned to Japan and came to find him, he wanted to make sure that the key was in the same spot so she could come in if she had arrived when he was out.

This morning was no different. This morning, he got the same result. Each room was bare of any trace of her. Kazuma had heard of a woman taking in and coming over a house or apartment, leaving their things everywhere. He had wondered how the significant other or friend could stand having a woman's things just laying about in places that made sense only to her—organized chaos. With her duffel bag and all her possessions that she had left in his apartment gone, it only looked depressing. Before Olivia coming into his life, he was completely content on having his apartment and his private life remain the same as it always had. She had made a far bigger impact on his life than he even realized.

That's what happens when you lose one of your best friends I guess.

Just like every other morning, he grabbed a bottled coffee from the fridge and headed back to his room to sit down on the edge of his bed. About a quarter of the way through the coffee, he would open up his desk drawer and look at the three pieces he had of her, just as he would every other morning. Normally he smoked out on the balcony, but right now, he didn't care. He lit up a cigarette and let it hang between his lips. Pictures said 1,000 words, but these said more. One of them was one she had taken with the three of them together during Christmas. Even though Majima-san nor him were really smiling in the picture, it was clear that they didn't mind. The knowledge that they had given her the happiest Christmas she'd had in a long time would be something that he would cherish and take pride in forever.

The second was probably his favorite though. It was back in Sotenbori when her, Majima-san, and him had gone out for the first time. While she was playing the crane game in Club Sega, he had been entrusted with her camera. Intently focused on getting her prize, her head was almost pressed against the glass. Before he had even realized what he was doing, he had taken a picture. When it developed and he saw the smile on her face and her determination to get whatever prize she was aiming at, and again, before he even realized what he was doing, it was shoved in his pocket.

Almost the very instant he walked back into his apartment, it was placed in his desk drawer where it stayed so he could look at it and remember his friend whenever he wanted to. Part of him knew it would come to this; she would return to America and never returned, but he was hoping he was wrong. He sat the pictures next to him on the bed and grabbed onto the prize that she had gotten from the crane machine in Sotenbori. His fingers turned it over and over, looking at every detail the little woo toy had. Especially the small furrow between his brows.

"U-Um. How is—"

"He wants ta know how that reminds ya of him!"

"Oh! See, he look mad. Like you do."

Just as he did when she first gave it to him, he touched the spot between his brows and rubbed it. Hopefully within time, it would disappear at least a little bit. With all the times lately that his face remained the same, he could only assume it would deepen. Kazuma jolted when something dropped onto the leg of his pants. Ash that had fallen from his cigarette fell from the fabric of his pants and onto the floor. He took the cigarette and looked at how much had burned before snubbing it out and brushing off his pant leg. Carefully, he put each memory back in his desk drawer and closed it. Kazuma sighed and headed to the bathroom, scratching the back of his head.

At least they can stay there so I can look at them any time I want.

Each day, after he would reminisce at his apartment, he would head to Sotenbori to assist in the repair projects the best that he was able. Due to him not having a license or understanding the more intricate parts of repair for the bridges, buildings, and streets he would end up carrying heavier things from one site to another. Kind of like a glorified errand boy. Truthfully though, he didn't mind. It was something to do to pass the time and he was indebted to Sotenbori for all the protection that it had given them from Ragnarök and Omi. Oda, Nishiki, Kashiwagi-san, and Kazama-san on some days all came to assist the best that they were able. One of the only people that he hadn't seen was Majima-san. Kazuma believed that he would be there every day to help. It would be one of the closest places to Olivia that he'd be able to be. There might be the issue. He might be trying to erase her from every part of his life that he possibly could. Or it could just be that he was lazy. Kazuma couldn't get a read on him.

"Thank you, Kiryu-san." One of the workers said when he put the sheets of metal on his workstation.

I'm cooled enough to not want to strangle Majima-san the first time I see him. I should probably at least try to find him if I can. No telling what he's gotten himself into. Olivia wouldn't want him dead.

Kazuma thought of all the places that hadn't been damaged or had recently reopened. While he couldn't get a read of any of his friends emotions for a long period of time, his whereabouts when he was depressed were no mystery. Utahime Karaoke Bar. During the renovations, separate rooms were created to add privacy to those who came to sing. When he asked for Goro Majima, he was directed to room 4. He sighed as soon as he came up to the door, rubbing a hand down his face. He couldn't go in there. Not now. Though the rooms were soundproof mostly, he knew the beat of the song:

Shiawase nara ii ya
As Long As You're Happy