They were walking in a rather dark building, some blood strains on various places. Atsushi couldn't help but think it was fitting for the mafia. He wasn't sure what he exactly excepted. Dead bodies? No, they would dispose of them as fast as possible.

After all they couldn't afford to be found out that easily.

"We're here."

Chuuya's voice brought him out of his thoughts and Atsushi looked in front of them, where a big and dark brown door was. Somehow just looking at the door made Atsushi feel anxious. What would await him there? Who would await him there?

Slowly his hand gripped the door handle and he was about to open the door.

Then, suddenly, he noticed his heavy breathing and his loudly beating heart.

And he finally realized that he was about to join the mafia.

Without that he noticed, his hand let go of the handle and he breathed out. He couldn't do it. He wasn't ready.

Why did he even agree? Because of survival? But would he even be able to survive in the mafia. Probably not.

He wouldn't to, because every little mistake he might make, could cost him his life. And he didn't have the experience to avoid mistakes.

"Why are you taking so long, Nakajima? Did you change your decision?"

'Yes,' he wanted to answer, 'I don't want to join.'

But Atsushi knew better. It was too late now. He couldn't turn around now.

Even if he didn't want to join, he needed to.

And with these thoughts, Atsushi, once again, gripped the door handle and opened the door that time.

Turning around wasn't an option anymore, if he wanted to survive.

The orphan's companion smirked at the scared, yet determined gaze said orphan possessed.

'Maybe,' the brown haired man thought, as he walked in behind the boy, 'Maybe he would just fit right in.'

With that he closed the door to the office of the man, who held Atsushi's fate in his hands.

Mori looked up from his paperwork, as the door opened to reveal a white haired boy with very interesting eyes.

The color was a purple with a yellowish glow. But the most interesting thing about his eyes was the look in them.

The look screaming and starving for survival.

A smirk slipped on the mafia leader's face.

Perfect.

"Ah, Chuuya-kun. Nice to see you again, but who might this be?"

"A candidate for the mafia."

Mori raised his eyebrow, "Oh? Do you really think he fits in."

The leader waited for Chuuya's reply.

"Perfectly."

"We will see," he muttered as his eyes gazed at the boy who was shaking the whole time, looking around, "we will see."

Atsushi looked at the grown in front of him, wondering what would happen as next.

The room was dark and the only light there was a lamp on the table of the leader.

Seconds got by and the man finally looked up.

And Atsushi wished he didn't.

The aura he was met with, was too overwhelming that he could feel it pressing him down.

'... What?'

He looked around, searching for an escape route as he couldn't stop himself from shaking.

"Nakajima Atsushi."

His eyes landed on the grown's face, as he heard his name.

"You wish to join the mafia?"

'No,'he thought, 'no, I don't.'

Seconds passed by and he wanted to cry, scream and answer with no. But then he felt someone looking at him and his gaze wandered to the person.

Chuuya.

'Right,' he reminded himself, blinking, 'I'll die if I don't accept.'

"And?" The leader's voice echoed and Atsushi knew it was too late to turn back, to run away.

"I want to," He answered, his voice still shaking a bit.