Hyper Intuition: Double-Edged Sword

Target 4: The Mystery

07/18/15

Two boys sat beside each other in the roof. Words were desolate between them. The resounding routine tune of academic lectures went by without them. Lessons had begun long ago but they hadn't even thought of leaving the rooftop to attend classes.

Yet, no words were exchanged but understanding passed along like flowing water. Aware as they were, they simply contented themselves with the other's presence. But with the knowledge of things that needed to be said, a thread of gloom lingered still. Both were reluctant to break the silence.

Tsuna was indecisive and unsure. He hadn't had friends before and he doesn't really have much experience to talking to other people, much less conversing to a depressed teenager. Not to mention he still hadn't gotten over Yamamoto's suicidal attempt. The scene kept repeating itself in his mind! What-ifs and could-have-beens revved non-stop in his brain. He couldn't stop thinking himself lucky to have managed to dissuade Yamamoto from jumping. The result of an otherwise wrongly-said words simply terrified him!

He wondered why none from the faculty had even come from all the commotion it caused. Much more that none from the disciplinary committee had yet to find them! Had they even known what had occurred? What could have occurred?! Were they not concerned at all? Or had they simply not known at all? But that couldn't be right. Students practically ran through the hallways when they would never even think of doing such on a normal day (courtesy of a certain bloodthirsty prefect). And news and rumors ran fast in their school. It was impossible for none of them to have known at all.

"How-" Yamamoto's voice cut through his thoughts and immediately ceased his attention. It was spoken so softly that anyone else would have strained their ears just to hear it. Tsuna didn't miss the slight quiver in the other's voice nor lifeless tune it held, but he didn't dared to voice it. He knew Yamamoto was trying to hold himself together and to disrupt it might cause the stability he managed to scrounge up to break. So, he simply waited and listened to Yamamoto, "-How did you know that wasn't what I wanted to do?"

Tsuna bit his lip in contemplation. He wasn't actually sure but he just knew at that moment. He stopped that thought. No. That wasn't it. He knew even before it. He knew before Yamamoto came to him for advice. He saw it every time he saw the other with their schoolmates.

"I'm sorry," was the first thing he'd uttered after moments' of silence, "I knew Yamamoto-san wasn't as happy as you're used to. And-"

Yamamoto's eyes would decrease its natural glimmer of genuine enthusiasm that had originally attracted others to him, when the students would make careless boasts of the baseball ace's supposed invincibility.

"-Yamamoto-san didn't deserved it," It was a clear message to Tsuna, yet he ignored it. He hadn't ever been smart but he was always more perceptive of others' feelings and actions. But he had been so used to being ridiculed and ignored that he, himself, hadn't spared a moment to consider and approached the baseball ace for it, "I knew. I-"

His smile became more strained in the wake of his friends' jokes and complements of his accomplishments in nothing else but baseball.

"-noticed how everyone had become more focused on your baseball than yourself but I hadn't said anything. And-"

Yamamoto's head and chin fell down ever so slightly at his teammates' overly commented instances of some unprecedented and small mistakes he'd made. And offhandedly added a retort of never repeating them again despite it not had truly affected the game and not being his fault at all.

"-I still didn't do anything. Yamamoto-san had always loved baseball and his friends. Everyone knew that. Yamamoto-san had always been happy to have friends to celebrate with him whenever you played baseball, not just when you won but also when you lose," his arms circled around his folded knees and held them tighter to himself, "You were more contented and happy to play baseball because you have more friends to enjoy it with. Everyone knew that. But-"

His gait would slow down just a bit and let himself fell behind his friends, yet they hadn't noticed it at all. Nor that he hadn't talked when they'd address him but they continued on without acknowledging his response.

"-they forgot. And now, everyone only knew that Yamamoto-san always loved baseball. And they forgot to also be friends and love to play the game. It changed to 'only celebrate when you win but not on losing,' until it became 'always celebrate because we'll always win with Yamamoto-san around.' And then,-" Tsuna bit his lip and buried half his face to his arms - his voice, slightly muffled, "-no one else noticed that Yamamoto-san didn't loved baseball anymore.-"

A shuddering intake of breath sounded beside Tsuna but he didn't dared to look. He didn't know if he should. His hands fisted on his pant-legs as a choked sob echoed in the roof. But it didn't come from his mouth. He inhaled a salty scent then heard a liquid drop. Still, he didn't move.

"-And they forgot that Yamamoto-san doesn't always have to be perfect. That Yamamoto-san could also make mistakes. And-" more salty water dripped down the floor "-Yamamoto-san only wanted to enjoy the game with friends."

If only he'd turned to look, he would have noticed the happy grin on the other's face despite the tears spilt. And Tsuna wouldn't have feared anything when he heard movement and hadn't been as surprised by the arm suddenly slung to his shoulders. Nor the next words he heard, "Thanks, Tsuna."

Surprised, Tsuna finally twisted to his side and found the grinning face of the baseball fanatic. The tear stains were still clearly etched to his face, but his eyes had returned the formerly missing shine. And that was when Tsuna became sure that Yamamoto would be fine.

He smiled.

Reborn hummed to himself in satisfaction as he observed his student and his new friend. Although he had taken interest in Yamamoto Takeshi, he hadn't quite decided how he would have introduced him to Tsuna nor if he would have even entered the boy in the famiglia.

He wasn't averse to say that Yamamoto Takeshi had been a curious case. Had the boy not been in Tsuna's class, Reborn wouldn't have taken notice of him immediately. But with the potential the boy had, it wouldn't have taken long for him to get noticed.

The boy was popular. Looks that shallow teenagers look up to aside, he had charisma and skills. Students of differing gender and ages alike crowd the boy all the time. And contrary to popular belief, it was not the boy's constant smiles that had the crowd bask into and like him with. It was his presence. Yamamoto Takeshi's presence was something he could akin to the sea - calm during any casual day, yet dangerous during times of turbulence.

A rain perhaps, Reborn thought idly.

The boy had not shown his dangerous side as of yet but at each moment he laid in preparation to either bat the ball or throw it; Reborn had felt that slight thrum of an underlying threat. It had brushed through his senses like a blunt knife, waiting to get sharpened before it could cut him apart. Such raw, unpolished potential was a tempting plea for an invitation to the famiglia.

Potential aside though, the boy was a civilian. A depressed, teenage civilian. But his thoughts took a curve when he found his student make the move himself and pull the boy from his slump. And it was absolutely to his advantage.

Unbeknownst to the brunet, his continuous interaction and slowly forming friendship with Yamamoto was a sure way to entangle the boy to the famiglia. Knowing the brunet though, he was sure to voice his displeasure in some way. Tsuna was still not quite welcoming to the thought of becoming part of the mafia, let alone becoming a mafia boss. But he'd bend. Reborn was sure that he would. One way or another, he'd make sure of it. Tsuna could be quite stubborn when he momentarily forget about his loser complex, but Reborn was confident in his skills of persuasion.

He smirked.

But the official recruitment of said boy could wait a little while longer. Right now, there's another student he's interested in inducting into the famiglia who's about to clash with his student and his new friend. And he'd like to be in the front row for the ensuing show.

It was around half-way through the third period when Tsuna and Yamamoto had finally calmed down. The atmosphere between them had also become more relaxed. Tsuna could see most of the tension in Yamamoto's shoulders had eased. His complexion was less pale. The shaking of his hands and knees had gone unnoticeable, as well. But he could still feel the coolness of the other's skin radiating to his person.

He smiled softly to himself. It seemed that Yamamoto had looked happier and livelier than these last few days, though. Not to mention that he finally had a friend! It was such a joyous moment! He might have even laughed and jumped up and down if he didn't forget to keep quiet.

He inwardly grimaced. He hoped against hope that nothing else happens and that they'll be permitted to leave without much preamble - if not in complete peace.

It took him more than an hour at least - after they've been left alone in the rooftop - that he'd taken notice of another's presence in their midst. He hadn't noticed it at first from the crowd and the tense situation they had been just hours ago. But once the crowd had left and the adrenaline had passed, there was some strange pressure he felt. His senses couldn't pick out presences; they did, however, heard the brush of wind against hair and cloth. There was also the undeniable smell of metal and the faint waft of blood.

There was someone else in the rooftop other than him and Yamamoto and it took him so long to realize. He should have known. He'd spent his lunch hour in the rooftop before and had been somewhat aware of the presence then. But since the presence made no move against his person, he'd thought it was fine so long as he kept quiet. And now, he'd almost disregarded the same presence until he'd taken notice of a growing strain in the air. It seemed that they've overstayed their welcome.

When he saw Yamamoto's mouth open, he shook his head and gestured to the other to be quiet. Yamamoto was understandingly confused but had assuredly complied. The other was still unaware but had seemed to instantly apprehend that something was up. He was just about to suggest that they leave before they could disturb the silence when the remaining fence creaked from the breeze. Shit!

Movements touched his ears - a change of a breathing pattern, a long exhale of air, fabric scraped through pavement, a clink of metal.

He stopped and looked toward where he knew - he wasn't sure but something in the back of his head just screamed of danger from that particular direction - the other person was. A shock of black hair, the swaying gakuran with the wind and dark aura tipped him of who they had just disturbed, the head prefect of the Disciplinary Committee himself, Hibari Kyoya.

He tried to supress his shudder. He knew Hibari was the type to value strength and they'd be better off to not show any sort of weakness. But it seemed that Hibari had caught on to the slight movement. Hibari locked his gaze to him, scrutiny and some sort of interest gleamed into the upperclassman's eyes. Whatever it was that had interested the older boy was something Tsuna was sure he didn't want to amplify. But that's not what he needed to prioritize right now. He needed to get both Yamamoto and himself out before Hibari's interest transformed into bloodlust.

Tsuna took a step back, Hibari's eyes followed it. He knew Hibari was aware of Yamamoto's presence but looked to be more interested in him instead. He inwardly gulped and tried to quell the growing panic.

Focus.

If Hibari was interested in him, then, perhaps, he could manage to let Yamamoto discreetly leave on his own. He paused. It was impossible but he could at least try, he determinedly thought.

Another gleam passed the upperclassman's eyes. He suppressed another shudder, this time he was more successfully than before. A smirk slowly crawled over Hibari's face as he sat straighter from his position.

"A-ah-" Tsuna's mouth opened before he could stop himself. It seemed that his body had acted on its own in defence before Hibari could move any more. He flinched when Hibari's eyes narrowed. He could almost smell the amusement from the prefect in waves. What he was amused with, Tsuna didn't know. And he, honestly, didn't want to know at all.

Hibari raised an eyebrow when Tsuna remained silent. He felt that they shouldn't make any sudden movement even though all he wanted to do was to run away as far as he can. The way he perceived their current situation was alike cornered preys by a dangerous and hungry predator.

Tsuna's hand gripped the end of Yamamoto's shirt in a silent plea to stop him from moving when he heard a shoe beside him scraped the ground by a centimeter, a preparation to move. Yamamoto must have read his reluctance and fear. He had tried to make his movement as unnoticeable as possible but it seemed that nothing could escape Hibari's eyes at the moment.

He moved his foot, Hibari's eyes followed it. Tsuna clenched his fist, Hibari's figure tensed in anticipation. He was right. Hibari was currently sensitive to everything happening around him and was ready to move in a moment's notice. Even if they managed bolt out of the door, Hibari would follow in an instant and they'd be caught within a few minutes into the chase. Not to mention, his own weakness aside, Yamamoto was still a tad unsteady in his feet from his earlier near-death experience.

But how could we get away without getting bitten to death?! His frantic mind shrieked. The air around them was getting tenser and he could smell the cool perspiration with the air. Then, he heard distant footsteps and felt another form of growing anticipation in the air.

That's right. It's just about time, he gripped Yamamoto's shirt tighter, and silently prayed that Yamamoto would get his message and get ready. The slight tightness to the other's muscles answered his worries. He slowly raised his other hand while discreetly taking a peek at his wrist watch. One minute. There's just one more minute.

"H-Hi-" he licked his lips in nervousness and tried to get his voice from quivering, "Hibari-san."

Said person looked him in the eye. He wanted to avert his eyes but he couldn't. Hibari was unpredictable. He might suddenly attack. So, Tsuna swallowed his fears and spoke, "Good morning…?"

He blanched when the words fell from his mouth while he inwardly berated himself for saying something so stupid. Ohnonononononononononononono…! NO! Why did I just say that?! Hieee! What do I do?! WHAT DO I DO?!

The footsteps were getting nearer. He looked at his watch once again, Forty seconds.

Hibari, meanwhile, blinked. The prefect hadn't expected the greeting at all. An interested hum sounded from him and jumped down from his elevated position.

Tsuna felt cold sweat trail down his nape from the sudden movement and inwardly cried, I'm going to die! Ahh, and why is it even so tense?!

He gulped when Hibari took a step forward, Thirty seconds.

The footsteps had entered the stairs but no one else had seemed to have taken notice of it. Yet. Just as he heard the squeak of a shoe against pavement, he spoke just loud enough to mask the sound, "It's a great day today… isn't it?"

He almost cried out when Hibari raised a brow and took several steps closer, a glint of metal was shadowed beneath the folds of the prefect's clothes, Twenty.

Tsuna stepped back and grabbed Yamamoto's hand a second before the door squeaked open. Hibari, surprised by the sudden movement and the door's opening, wasn't able to make chase immediately over the two as they dashed out the door and passed the equally shocked Kusakabe Tetsuya by the door.

It took five seconds before Hibari reacted. Ten seconds after, Tsuna and Yamamoto had fully gone down the stairs. Fifteen seconds after, Hibari had followed them into the halls. Twenty seconds later, the bell rang and students had flown out of the classrooms for lunch break. With the sudden appearance of the crowd and commotion caused by the students' realization of Hibari's irritated appearance, Tsuna and Yamamoto slipped down the stairs and toward the classroom before Hibari could follow them and for the students' to organize themselves out of the said prefect's way.

Tsuna ignored Yamamoto's laughter as he hurriedly trudged into their classroom. He single-mindedly disregarded his blaring senses, harried breathing and unnaturally fast beating of his heart. And let himself get drowned in relief for luckily avoiding a beating from Hibari Kyoya.

He was sure he'd gotten the prefect angry and they might get hunted by him later - or for the next few days. But they'll just have to avoid him as best as they can. Easier said than done, though. It'll be hard and he wasn't thoroughly convinced that they'll be able to manage it. But there's just one thing he's sure, he won't be able to have his lunch in the rooftop for a while.

He, Kusakabe Tetsuya, had been the infamous Hibari Kyoya's most loyal subordinate for the last five years since he'd pledged to Namimori's tyrant. And he was proud of it. His past misgivings and misdeeds aside, he'd followed the younger male and his rules religiously.

He'd admit that Hibari Kyoya's ways were strict and harsh but the result of this to their town spoke of its value. It was much peaceful now in Namimori than ever. Street-thugs and crimes had dwindled under Hibari's banner of discipline.

Faults aside, Hibari was truly a leader that should be respected and revered. And he would adhere to his policies and leadership for as long as he lived. That doesn't mean he hadn't wondered - never questioned - about some of Hibari's actions, though.

There was a time in his life where he'd contemplated much of his esteemed leader's quirks - his obvious aversion to crowds, dislike to noise, softness to children and little animals, fondness over sleeping in higher places in the middle of the day, and obsessiveness over keeping Namimori safe and sound - when he had only began to truly observed Hibari's personality. It might take a long time before he could honestly and resolutely say he understand his complicated personality, but he knew enough to be able to evade irking his leader.

But truly did wonder why Hibari had acted so oddly to a certain Sawada Tsunayoshi. It wasn't that his leader took the time to hunt and hurt the boy, or let him slide over his offenses. No. It was that Hibari hadn't drive the boy away or done anything at all when Sawada started to have his lunch in the rooftop where Hibari was known to hung about all the time.

It wasn't that the boy was he first to have thought of invading the rooftop before, there had been many others, but they've been disposed of - not in the way of a gory death but were merely hospitalized - for daring to do so when Hibari had so much as sensed their presence near his sanctuary. That had been why no one had ever gone to the rooftop ever since in fear of incurring Hibari's ire.

So, when he happened to have passed the brunet climbing his way down the stairs from the rooftop, unharmed, one afternoon, several minutes before the bell rang, he was dumbfounded. But when he took a double-take to the brunet, he found his sick countenance and had thought that Hibari had took pity - as out-of-character as it had been - over the boy.

Might be just this once, he remembered himself thinking that moment. Just once.

But it wasn't just once. There had been a second re-occurrence. Then, a third. A fourth. And so on. It was mind-boggling! How had the boy even walked out alive and uninjured when Hibari Kyoya was within the immediate area?! Had his leader found some sort of compassion for the boy? But Hibari was never one to pity anyone, his earlier contemplation aside.

For his peace of mind, he decided to observe the boy more keenly. He sighed in relief when he'd found that the boy was merely too quiet and hadn't done anything to actually agitate the head prefect. It seemed that his leader could tolerate the boy's presence on the one-hour lunch break they both intercepted each other with.

He was relieved that it wasn't anything he just didn't know about of his leader. It wasn't that Sawada had done anything incredible. It wasn't anything worrying at all.

Then again, he found himself thinking as he watched the brunet and Yamamoto Takeshi ran out of the roof with wide eyes, was there really nothing incredible he could have done or to found in one Sawada Tsunayoshi?

His mind momentarily pulled to a stop as Hibari chased after the aforementioned two. He had barely moved out of the way of his leader and he was honestly startled by everything but he was sure to have seen it right. He only seen it for a second, but he was absolutely sure of what he'd seen. Hibari Kyoya's eyes spoke of interest and excitement.

Lunch time had fallen when Yamamoto and Sawada had trudged back to the room. As she expected, their classmates had clambered up to the baseball fanatic in an instant, wallowing over his recklessness and lack of thought for almost jumping off the roof. Even Kyoko had gone off to Yamamoto and made sure to remind everyone of their insensitive words by giving him sweet reassurances and comfort.

Hana shrugged as their classmates fidgeted in shame. It had always been Kyoko's way to be more subtle; even without directly scolding them, she could make them realize their faults by demonstrating the right things herself. That was why she was mostly liked by the populace. There were jealous peers, sure, but they were reluctant to even touch a hair off Kyoko for fear of being in danger from the larger population who were willing to protect said girl. Not to mention, her loud, overprotective brother of whom was also the captain of the boxing club.

She, on the other hand, had opted to sit back and watched from the side-lines. Hana took notice of how Kyoko had slunk off to the side without a problem and without any of their other classmates' awareness. For someone so popular, Kyoko sure knew how to become unnoticeable in any given time with the correct circumstances. Hana smirked.

Her eyes then drifted to the forgotten brunet, who's already seated on his place at the back of the class. His eyes had gotten glued to Kyoko's form as she walked over his desk with an item at her hand. His head tilted to the side and his mouth opened when he took recognition of it - a textbook. When Kyoko handed it to him, Sawada seemed to have finally realized it was his own textbook.

Sawada immediately scrambled to his bag and rummaged through them for a bit before he gave confirmation that it was his, indeed. Kyoko smiled at him and mouthed a few words. Hana couldn't hear them from her distance and his classmates' still on-going ruckus, but she could guess of what it was.

Sawada must have been really surprised. Kyoko's image to the public was really misleading, especially when she acted so unassuming and oblivious so easily. As the girl's best friend, Hana was aware of several irregularities from her friend's behavior. You have to really know her, observed her really well, and let her talk to you openly to finally have the gist of her actual persona.

Surreal as it may seem to other people, but Kyoko was sharp and clever. Not just the book smart type either. And she wasn't exactly the angel many thought her to be. Hana shook her head at that thought. Had Hana not been curious and observant enough, she would have missed the oddness herself. As it were, even when they were children, Hana hadn't minded the ginger-head from the get-go. She was childish - as what was only expected to children their age that time - but was more level-headed than most and was tons less annoying.

And in the words of the old saying, 'birds of a feather flocks together.' They were both peculiar and so, they more or less, gravitated to one another. And now that they had found someone of possibly the same distinction - Sawada's unawareness to his unrefined but keen observations had become clear to the two after having their own silent surveillance over the brunet, - they might as well welcome him with open arms.

She smirked as Sawada spluttered in his seat as Kyoko gave him one last smile and left him to his devices. It was just in time that the class had settled down and their teacher had come back to the classroom. Sawada silently squeaked in his seat when Hana flashed him a smirk.

Since Kyoko had already made a move, she might as well do so as well. It'll be fun to see how Sawada would react especially once Kyoko moved passed the sweet, couldn't-hurt-a-fly demeanor. She chuckled.

Yeah, that would be fun.

As Kyoko had settled into her seat, both their gazes panned over to another direction where a scowling Gokudera Hayato walked into the room, looking like the delinquent he was. And just like they've formerly observed, half-Italian's eyes swept the whole room upon entering before going back to watch Sawada from his corner. It had always been that way and it interested the two of them as to the reason with this behavior.

Kyoko's and her eyes met. A smirk painted to both their features - one that was less noticeable to Kyoko's - they're going to have to uncover the mysteries of their new classmate and of one Sawada Tsunayoshi. What connections did they have? Why was an Italian, genius transferee interested to the less than popular Sawada? What had occurred that had changed much of the brunet's behavior? They had no solid proof, but they've both agreed that all these are connected in more than one ways.

Hayato stopped himself from reaching into his pocket where his cigarette was kept. It wouldn't do to smoke inside the classroom. It wasn't that he cared for the rules but he wasn't supposed to do so while Sawada was around. Reborn had warned him the last time - and the only time - they've talked. Smoking was prohibited when the Decimo-to-be brat was within the same room as him, at least until Reborn says so otherwise. Explosion was no-go as well, apparently. Reasons had not been given but he was expected to follow, unwillingly or not.

He scowled, just in time when their dumb supposed-to-be-teacher turned to his direction. He ignored the ungraceful and fearful squawk the older man had made. They were of no consequence to his person. A person that was though was still hadn't approached him nor had let him see a shadow nor a hair.

Reborn still hadn't given him orders nor contacted him. He tried to hide his disappointment and relief at that thought. Either the hitman was ignoring his presence, had forgotten about him, or had put him aside for the moment. The latter option looked to be his best case scenario but he wasn't sure what the true reason was. The hitman was leaps and bounds above his level so, he was fairly sure he wouldn't have known what thoughts Reborn had even if he tried - genius or not.

So, he settled with waiting and observing his supposed target. The brunet had improved since he had gotten back to school. There was less fidgeting and he looked healthy enough, but the kid's still paranoid as hell.

He remembered once, when Hayato was on his way to the back of the school grounds, he found Sawada walking alone in a corridor after classes had long since dismissed. They had quite the distance from each other - about twenty meters apart, - the brunet was already at the end of the long corridor while he just turned by the corner. He remembered to have been curious as to why the brunet was still in school, but he had soon found the bag of trash on the brunet's hand and figured immediately why.

He stopped and watched for a moment but with barely any interest, he was just about to leave to the other hallway when the brunet turned back to him. Even though he was sure he hadn't made much of a sound - he had learned to move around without being noticed during his years as a freelance hitman, - he got the impression that the brunet had turned like he had heard something. But there was nary a glimpse of surprise from the brunet.

There was curiosity, though. That much he was sure. He hadn't taken notice of it until it was already too late, but the two of them had gone into a stare off of sort. He blinked when he finally got a hold of himself while the brunet bit his lips and furrowed his brows while his mouth opened and closed as if he had wanted to say something. Of what, he didn't know.

So, Hayato waited for whatever the brunet decided to do. He was curious himself. He realized that the brunet must have known he had been there from the start. The brunet must have turned to him when the realization of Hayato's retreat became clear. But if that were the case, that would have been bizarre.

He knew there was something strange about the brunet that he couldn't get figure out what. If Sawada had been brought up as a civilian, then why was he so paranoid? His paranoia was like he expected things to jump on him! The brunet expected trouble. And the way he reacted sometimes, it was like he was too well-aware of things.

All those he had observed, he had only found those to people who'd been subjected to the chaos in the underground society and never to a civilian - at least until now. And Hayato was almost sure that the brunet had lived nothing more than a civilian's lifestyle. The brunet despite being paranoid to a fault, lacked the suspicions in him and was, obviously, comfortable enough with his simple life.

When the kid looked to be stuck in his thoughts, Hayato decided to ignore him and proceeded with his intended destination. Without another word nor a look back, he left the brunet standing at the corridor by himself and watching his back until he was out of sight.

Hayato silently sighed and propped his feet to the table without any regard to the whole class. He really doesn't want to think about the brunet right now. He was getting tired of it, anyway. He got himself comfortable and observed the lecture in boredom - the lessons were just so fucking easy. Irked, he closed his eyes and feigned sleep.

Relieved as he was with this mundane life, he was getting quite uneasy with the normal and peaceful setting. He wasn't used to this at all. If he was suicidal, he'd have already jumped the chance to kill Sawada right away. At least then, he was sure he'd be submerged into an unending but familiar sense of danger until he died. As it was though, he's going to have to find some sort of outlet before his patience wore thin. Hopefully, he wouldn't bump into Sawada until he could find some thugs off the streets to vent with.

Thank you for the wonderful response I've, thus, received. You guys make so happy~! I can't believe I already received tons of support on only three chapters. I can't express how much you people overwhelm me with it!

Anyway, I would have just left the aftermath of Yamamoto's suicide last chapter but I thought otherwise. As a result, this chapter had become sappy and cheesy (somewhat). And this would probably go on with that trend every time there needs something on the characters' part to be resolved. Though not always. Just especially when someone's depressed or something.

But, anyway, I'm not going to make this a total drama. Goodness, no. Though I might delve into darker themes once the actual mafia enters the plot.

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