Assignment 8: When Life Gives You Lemons & Faith

It was shortly after The Guild attacked. Only this young girl escaped.

The stench of human filth was all around her.

She wandered, aimless.

She was a vagabond. She had no home. She couldn't get the image of that boy out of her mind. How he had looked at her when that woman, Kouyou, had mentioned that the death of her parents had been caused by Kyouka.

Perhaps she had been deluding herself into thinking she had a place to belong to after all. That boy was brutally honest in his expressions after all. He himself couldn't believe it. But it was true. Kyouka had killed her parents. She had watched with her own eyes after all, as they were slaughtered by Demon Snow.

The cellphone was destroyed.

Gone.

All that was left was nothing.

She hated that ability. She hated that it was latched onto her. She hated herself. She didn't want to live but she couldn't bring herself to end it all either. Because she still wanted to see that boy again. That one who had shown her a dream where she could be more than her past.

She was nothing. A hollow empty shell, wandering. Where would her legs take her? Who knows. Was she too cowardly to die? Yes. And yet. Maybe that would be best. Maybe she should die for the things she'd done. Yes. That made sense. No matter how much she wanted to turn back time, she couldn't. Her hands were stained.

She would always be stained.

"Hey, look, what a cutie," some ruffian smirked, suddenly blocking Kyouka's way.

Kyouka blinked up, her eyes devoid of any warmth or light. "Whoa, you look like death, but that's kind of cute too," another one laughed. He was drunk.

There's a belief that the worst in people comes out in the dark or at night. But that's not true.

Most evil happens in broad daylight.

The men smirked sadistically at Kyouka, already with plans on their mind of their own for what to do with someone who was clearly already suffering. Selfish. Human beings were so damn selfish.

THWACK.

THwACK.

Kyouka's eyes widened slightly. She paused.

"Ah, sorry, but if you hurt my little sister I'll have to castrate you unfilial sons of bitches," a woman's voice said humorously. But her eyes said something else. The men immediately stumbled over themselves to get away from her.

"Agh! Crazy woman!" The men yelled as they ran away.

Kyouka stared at the back of this person. This seemingly harmless person. What had she done to make them run—without lifting a finger to fight back against her? Kyouka didn't sense any murderous intent. She didn't know what this woman had done. But Kyouka's face twisted.

"You found me?"

The young woman turned to look at the bedraggled girl who looked like she'd just been in hell. "Of course! I can't leave cute girls alone, you know?"

Kyouka blinked up at her dolefully. This was an odd woman, that was for sure. But, she just turned away. "No," she said numbly. "You shouldn't get involved with me. I am not a good person."

Her father smiled.

Dead.

Her Mother yelled at her to run.

Dead.

Both cut down by a Demon.

A Demon ability that loomed over their corpses, brandishing a blade, with glowing emotionless eyes set on the little girl with a small toy ball.

The woman smiled. "I don't think you're a bad person, Kyouka-Chan." Her voice was reassuring.

Kyouka failed to be reassured. She looked at the woman and her eyes widened. Kyouka felt arms around her. She stiffened. She had to protect herself. Never let her guard down. This wasn't like on the ship. No, if she had misjudged at that time that boy could have easily been killed.

But the woman had only been kind to her.

When Kyouka had a panic attack about seeing Mori again, this woman had also helped her calm down. But, Kyouka could feel her blood pumping in her veins. She couldn't afford to make a mistake. Mistake meant death. Mistake meant failure.

Immediately her blade came out, and she stabbed the woman in her stomach.

S—Skhlk!

The woman grimaced in pain. "Ah…look at that…I've been stabbed," she mustered, as Kyouka just stepped back, eyes wide, horrified at her instinct to kill. Even this good person. Did the side not matter to Kyouka's assassin instincts, after all?

Kouyou's words echoed.

'You justify murder. It is in your blood to kill Kyouka. Nothing about that will change. It is your true nature'

She had been right. Kyouka wanted to scream. Her eyes watered. "N..no..no…" Kyouka felt the breakdown but before she could blink, the woman just hugged her again. Kyouka quivered.

"You…I want to help you…you know?" The woman said, despite the pain of the blade wrenched into her. Some blood trickled out of the corner of her mouth. But she focused on Kyouka.

"No…I… I am…undeserving…" Kyouka's voice trembled.

"Silly girl…of course you're deserving…" the young woman pat Kyouka's head gently.

Kyouka flinched.

She pulled back, as Kyouka just stood, still frozen, the tears falling down her face now.

"Uh…ah…uoh…" Kyouka could barely hold back the sobs in her tiny body.

The woman took out the blade, and grimaced. "Ah…this smarts…but look, Kyouka-Chan," she said brightly, holding out the knife to Kyouka to take. "I'm okay!"

"How…?" Kyouka didn't believe her. But the woman lifted her shirt and Kyouka's eyes widened. Where she'd been stabbed—was healing on its own.

"You….can heal yourself?" Kyouka asked, incredulously.

"More or less," the woman brightly stated.

Kyouka was quiet. So that was this person's ability. Super-healing. No wonder she was so confident in getting involved. A normal person really wouldn't bother. But still, Kyouka's eyes flooded with fresh tears. "Uh…ooh…uah…"

The woman gasped and quickly used her sleeve to dab Kyouka's face. "Oh, man. I'm sorry for scaring you!"

Kyouka didn't know why she was apologizing. She had nothing to be sorry for. Kyouka was the one who felt crippling sorrow. But this woman had a gentle touch unlike Kouyou. This woman's touch was so warm against Kyouka's cold skin. A complete stranger—

—Who reminded Kyouka of when she still had a mother that loved her.

What a beautiful day it was in Yokohama.

Pollution was rampant as ever.

Inflation was still a thing.

But at least the birds were singing. And the bees not rotating in circles until they dropped dead were buzzing.

She breathed in the lovely salty air. Yokohama was a port city after all. It didn't take a genius to figure out that The Guild would have their base of operations here, being foreigners. "Honestly, they care so little for the culture of Japan, it's no wonder they're not welcome," Alu huffed.

'What do you plan on doing?' Juubi asked, warily.

I'm just going to have a little look around. Try to see why they're so hung up on Atsushi-kun. No matter how you look at it, it just seems so random to start a war over one little japanese man-tiger…

'Hehehe, maybe it was just plot development?' Juubi humorously pointed out.

Yeah, talk about terrible plot development. I mean, if they just took Atsushi that would be one thing but they're here literally pissing off both the ADA and the Port Mafia at the same time.

'You need to be careful,' Juubi was irritated, 'If you keep getting involved eventually the Port Mafia will seek to eliminate you…'

Please. Those big babies in black suits will eliminate anyone for the smallest crime of sneezing in their general direction, Alu rolled her eyes.

Alu made her way by now over to an obvious Cruise liner that screamed 'Big Money from America' all over it. Oh yeah, that was it. Definitely had to be. This person, 'Mr. Fitzgerald' was clearly compensating. She noted two people on the ship itself. They were still far away though. She would have to find a way to get closer to ascertain who they were.

She spotted a crew member loading some boxes.

She sidled over, and tapped him on the shoulder. "Excuse me, sir?" She said cutely, with a smile.

"Huh? Who the heck are you?" The man spoke English. Of course, Alu was speaking English too. "You're not Japanese?"

"I am visiting," Alu said brightly. "Are those two also foreigners, like myself?"

The crew member furrowed his brow. "Yes, although I don't get paid to talk. I need to get back to work."

"Of course," Alu said brightly, holding up her hands. "Actually, Mr. Fitzgerald just recruited me to The Guild. He wants me to get to know the other members but I'm so shy with introductions…Do you happen to have their names?" She asked, cutely and bashfully. The crew member felt he would feel guilty if he didn't help this nice young lady.

"Eh, those two are high end aristocrats. That there is Nathaniel Hawthorne, and Lady Margaret Mitchell, but again, I don't feel like getting in trouble, so please let me get back to work, miss," the crew member said, gruffly with a frown.

"Of course!" Alu said brightly.

She trotted closer to the ship now. The ramp was down. It was kind of funny. Anyone could easily walk on board practically. These people had so little regard for this 'small island'. Jeez. One should know when you're in someone else's home to be respectful. Alu sighed. These people were only going to lose in the end.

Oh well, not her problem! She just wanted to know what they wanted with Atsushi-kun. After all, someone with a big ego like these people would hardly waste their time coming over to Japan to secure him if there wasn't something more going on.

Alu knew she was having a gut feeling.

'Or it's gas.'

Juubi, either help me think of a plan or go lick your butt or something.

'…rude. The act of grooming is a sign of good hygiene.'

Alu rolled her eyes. Juubi. So immature.

"Ah, ow, easy!" Someone loudly complained.

Alu knelt near some boxes, looking past them still on the docks, to see the recent 'Lemon Bomber' being lead up the ramp to where the two Guild members currently were.

Alu's eyes widened. The mafia was making their move. Boldly, she may add. She thought for a moment about how to best get onto the ship. She smirked.

This is going to be terrible…

"Hey you! You shouldn't be near this ship," some armed crew members spotted Alu trying to sidle towards the ramp.

Alu blinked at them. "Ah! I am a guild member, just been recruited, so I'm terribly new," She said brightly. In perfect English. "Mr. Fitzgerald won't like it if you riddle his newest member with bullets~"

The men blinked. Oh she was a foreigner? Just like them? Okay, she was totally trustworthy. Not like they had a list personally of every member of the guild. They were just hired guards. While they'd been told to capture anyone not with the immediate group, they didn't want to roughly handle the ones potentially paying them!

Alu smiled amicably and saluted the men. "Thank you for your service!" She said brightly, as she waltzed easily onto the liner. Alu giggled to herself. This was just too easy. She hid behind some more boxes, to catch the conversation now going on between the actual two members of The Guild, and mister Lemon Bomber.

"You attempted to blow up a train but the Armed Detective Agency stopped you, if I recall," Nathaniel Hawthorne said, arms folded, glaring at the lemon aficionado.

"That was just an experiment! I did so to acquire valuable data!" The Lemon Bomber exclaimed.

"So annoying. Want me to mummify him?" Margaret Mitchell asked, twirling her finger so that wind swirled around it.

"No, I think I know what the enemy was planning," Nathaniel Hawthorne said curtly, holding out an arm to stop Margaret Mitchell from doing anything further. "They sent him to plant bombs on the ship…" As he spoke he took out a cross necklace and began to cut into his palm. "Such a crude organization," he said, tutting.

What is with priests and blood rituals…seriously… every single time, Alu pursed her lips.

"B-Blood?" The Lemon Bomber stammered.

"The Scarlet Letter: My ability. It is the 'Word of God'," Nathaniel Hawthorne continued. The blood rose from his palm, forming a letter, but Alu couldn't make out what letter. Drat, it was like being at the eye doctor and the machine they used to check your eyesight was too fuzzy for the prescription.

Was that a V? No, it had too many lines. Maybe a demented W? No….

Alu squinted.

"It punishes the sinners, the immoral… and leaves a mark, a skill that judges all," Hawthorne loomed now, menacingly.

Man, this guy sure knew how to talk like the classic villainous clergyman.

"Ah! I give up! I'll talk! I'm a Grand Ambassador! I'm working on behalf of outer space!" The Lemon Bomber exclaimed, whining.

"I have had enough of this incessant babbling," Margaret Mitchell groaned, putting a hand over her eyes.

"Whoa, these are actually lemons?" A surprised woman's voice startled everyone.

Alu comically nabbed the lemons from one of the guards, speaking Japanese again—since everyone else was, apparently, lol— and looked in the bag.

Nathaniel Hawthorne's ability comically paused about to strike the Lemon Bomber. It fizzled, instead. He swirled, the mark still floating near him, but its intended target spared for now. The Lemon Bomber blinked, eyes wide, at this new addition as well.

Clearly, he hadn't planned on having unexpected company either.

"How did you get on board?!" One of the grunts yelled, and immediately guns were pointed at her. Alu just held the lemons, and she looked at the fire power and the Guild members and sighed.

"…Can you ask them to lower their guns? It's rude to treat a fellow traveler this way, you know," she said, speaking English to Hawthorne and Mitchell. Their expressions showed surprise.

"You…you're an American? Like us?" Margaret said, shocked.

"…You guys aren't the only tourists, you know," Alu said with a small giggle. "Actually, I'm really amazed that you have so little regard for the vibrant culture of Japan. Honestly, it's criminal."

She took out one of the bombs casually. She looked at it. She reverted back to Japanese. "Whoa~ the craftsmanship is cool. Hey, dude, have you thought about branching out? Imagine if you made cute little lemon bracelets that could explode!"

The Lemon Bomber was speechless. But, this person was admiring his work? His eyes sparkled. He just laughed, totally amused at this unexpected turn of events. "Hahaha! You think?" It was genuinely thoughtful.

"The spindle shape! The expert craftsmanship! I can tell! You made these by hand didn't you? Your love for your work shows!" Alu beamed at the Lemon Bomber.

The Lemon Bomber felt himself moved internally. He could seriously cry. Someone was actually admiring his work? It didn't feel like a joke. He was so moved he sniffled.

"Enough of this," Hawthorne curtly said, glaring at Alu. He sighed. "Are you working with the Port Mafia."

It was direct. Alu appreciated the forwardness. "Nope," she said brightly. "But, you know, I have to wonder where you both learned your manners. As a fellow American, it hurts my heart to see you taking our country's honorable name and dragging it through the mud."

Margaret glowered. "Our reasons have nothing to do with you! Stay out of this!"

Hawthorne narrowed his eyes. This person wasn't associated with the Mafia or the ADA it would seem. But they were still involving themselves anyways? How nosy and intrusive. It showed on his face.

Like you're one to talk, Alu inwardly thought, disgruntled. But she shrugged, tossing the lemon bomb towards Hawthorne. He blinked, catching it. It wasn't undone or anything. He would have noticed.

"This bomb is a joke just like it's creator," Nathaniel huffed, pompously. "And you...what is your aim, butting in?"

"I'm not here to fight with any of you. But you're on foreign soil acting very rude and insensitive. Instead of trying to kidnap a boy barely out of childhood through sheer force, why don't you—-oh I don't know— ask him nicely if he wants to join your little Bru-haha Brigade?" Alu deadpanned to The Guild members.

Margaret grit her teeth. "How dare you—!"

Hawthorne glared at Alu. "…This is none of your business. Be gone."

Alu held up her hands. "Fine, fine, I said my piece." She saluted to the Lemon Bomber. "As the french say, Bomb Voyage~"

"It's 'Bon Voyage', she's clearly uneducated," Margaret sniffed, turning her nose up in the air.

Nathaniel sighed.

"Or she was making a pun to be funny," he deadpan replied. He was getting a headache.

The Lemon Bomber laughed loudly. "She's so funny! What a woman!"

Nathaniel Hawthorne turned to direct his ability back at the Lemon Bomber.

Alu stepped between The Lemon Bomber and The Guild members. "Look, tensions are high. But picking this fight will only end in senseless violence. Neither side will win." Alu said bluntly with a smile.

Nathaniel Hawthorne glared. "If you don't get out of my way, then… I will have no choice but to include you in that," he said stiffly.

"What a gentleman," Alu sighed. She thought for a moment. "You said your ability is "The Scarlet Letter: God's Judgement, right?" She asked, brightly.

"…yes?" Nathaniel Hawthorne's eyes narrowed. He wasn't sure where she was going with this. Unless…

"Then pass judgement on me." She bluntly said, tone chipper.

Margaret was speechless. So was The Lemon Bomber. "D-dude, we don't know each other. Why are you doing this?" He asked, genuinely confused.

"I don't like bullies," Alu said with a smile. "You're not much better, considering who you work for~ but, I can't stand to see God's Word being used as a 'weapon' by a shameless bastard~ it's like using a good name in vain~ to me," she said brightly. "Though I do vain things all the time so hahahaha," she just laughed.

Nathaniel's eyes narrowed. "You want me to use my ability on you?" He was insulted and incensed at how she described him.

"Yes, but let's make it interesting," Alu said, tilting her head. "If your ability does not work on me, then you and Miss Margaret here, have to stop pursuing Atsushi-kun and bothering The Port Mafia, okay?~"

"And if judgement is passed?" Hawthorne asked coolly, his expression hard and unsmiling.

"Then you get to kill me, I guess?" Alu shrugged. "Go ham, I don't care, lol~"

Everyone stared at her like she was mental. But Hawthorne's eyes narrowed.

Everyone—regardless of their ability— could not lie in the face of God's Judgement. Not even this cocky woman. She spoke as though she was already going to win. But, Hawthorne knew it was just an act. He wouldn't waver! His faith in God was greater than this woman's suicidal agenda. She thought she was better than God? With hubris like that, she was only cementing her own demise.

"Very well," he said darkly, smirking knowing how this would end, and the letter he summoned before landed on her left side.

Alu blinked. "OH!" She exclaimed. "That was the letter, it was A! Must stand for Asshole!" She giggled.

The Lemon Bomber sniggered.

Hawthorne anger dokied. "I will pass His Judgement. Not even you can hide from God's Discerning Eye!" He proclaimed. "Let His Word be the final judge!"

The letter glowed on Alu.

It smarted.

Alu winced but she still giggled. "Ow, that sure smarts~reminds me of being hit with a belt as a child~hahaha!"

Hawthorne sighed. "How anti-climatic. You lost, so that means—!"

Alu was still giggling.

Hawthorne looked at her, disgruntled. "What's so funny? You lost."

"Did I? You telling me that was God's Judgement? Pretty Pathetic," she said, with a grin.

Hawthorne glared. "Judgement was passed. Be lucky it wasn't worse than that."

"How considerate, Mister Holy Man," Alu spread out her arms. "But that logic is about as holy as you are, ya know? That was hardly God's Word. That was barely a tickle. Don't tell me your faith is that weak?"

Hawthorne smiled darkly. "What are you insinuating? That you won?" He scoffed, disbelieving.

"Your ability affected her," Margaret agreed, furrowing her brow.

"He didn't pass God's Judgement," Alu laughed. "Just his own."

Hawthorne smiled darkly. Margaret tensed, wanting to strike but Hawthorne held up a hand. His guards held their guns at the ready on Alu. But, she was taunting him about losing? Or not taking her seriously enough? Whichever it was, Hawthorne wouldn't be roped into a schoolyard taunt by giving it a response. "God has spoken, but you are but a mere woman, hardly worth my time or His," he said dismissively. "Be grateful I am feeling merciful. You have only one chance to leave this place and never return."

"Merciful, you say?" Alu's features twisted on her face. She laughed loudly. "My Dear Sir, you surely jest~! Since when has being a presumptuous prick equated to being merciful?"

"You—!" Hawthorne growled.

"You lost, plain and simple, or are you deaf as well?" Alu said, crossing her arms.

"I did not lose, you said that if I passed God's Judgement onto you, you would lose if it worked. It did work, therefore, you lose." Hawthorne sighed again, exasperated. Honestly, why were women so damn annoying. They should talk less. They were more tolerable that way. Margaret Mitchell wasn't much better with her constant complaining.

Margaret had enough. "That's it! Damn, I can't leave this to some dumb clergyman!" She huffed. "Don't send a man in to do a woman's job," She glowered at Alu. She summoned her wind to her hand.

Alu laughed, "I honestly couldn't agree more."

"Then you will die here and now," Margaret summoned her wind to herself, her expression deadly.

"I thought it was cordial to hold to one's end?" Alu smiled.

"He made that fool's gamble, not I!" Margaret hissed. "I don't owe anything to human refuse!"

Margaret and Hawthorne sure had a lot in common. They both treated people like dirt. "I suppose if you beat me up for Hawthorne here, then that just proves he lost in a battle of wit as well as the actual gamble!"

Hawthorne's eyes narrowed. He held out an arm, shooting Margaret Mitchell a look. Mitchell grit her teeth, wanting to blast Alu with her wind but it was apparent that Hawthorne wanted to 'discipline' this insolent woman, himself.

"Let me end her!" Mitchell glowered.

"No," Hawthorne said coolly. "I'll hear her false testimony out…she wants consequences? I'll give them to her, myself."

Alu sighed. Oh boy, well, the deal was a long shot. And clearly Miss Mitchell didn't care for honoring deals with trash. She also clearly could care less about God and Judgement. Those two were 'God' and 'Judgment' in the flesh, hahahha. Time to ship them. Though with Alu's luck and shipping people, the last time the ship with Akutagwa and Atsushi had blown up.

"You know, here's some food for thought for that clergyman pal of yours. The Bible claims that a woman was born from a man's rib…" Alu said loudly. "But I think more symbolically, a woman is a man's 'heart'…but it's not stated as such because the Bible was written by a man. Same for God. They say God must be a man because he created 'man' in 'His' image. But that's also just an opinion~"

"You—!" Hawthorne glowered at her. "How dare you, a heathen and a woman, try to tell me how God's Will works! The Bible states this world's creation!"

"The Bible states only what men want it to," Alu said darkly. She beamed at Hawthorne, clasping her hands behind her back. "…But you know? I kinda like God. The concept of someone high above, keeping an eye on everything. I was raised for a time in a home that believed in God, and ironically, all I ever received was the judgement of others who used God's name to hide behind their own prejudices." Her voice was wistful, and held a tinge of sadness. Hawthorne could see it on her face, that Alu's smile was melancholy.

"You say you were raised in a house of God?" Hawthorne asked, genuinely bewildered. "You speak like you know God and yet you slander Him at the same time. You insult my belief and claim that the Bible holds lies! The word of an unholy woman truly is like that of a snake!"

"I never said the Bible holds lies," Alu said brightly. "I just believe that the Bible is a form of physical faith written by man because it is something that man can believe in. God isn't physical. But words? Language…Books? To bind something into a book is to bind it into one's mind, body, and soul~" she beamed.

Hawthorne was speechless. This person…who the hell did they think they were? To water down God's entire existence to a mere 'book' conjectured up by mankind!

"I'm a writer you know!" She brightly added. "So, I kinda get it~"

"The Bible is hardly equivalent to some work written by a little backwater female author!" Hawthorne snapped.

Alu paused. Then she tilted her head, thoughtful. "…So you believe that God is only worth serving if it is a man calling the shots…what if God was a woman?" She asked brightly.

"God is not a woman!" Hawthorne haughtily retorted. "Woman was created from man! A woman cannot possibly understand the 'image' of God in the same way a man can. It was Eve, who was tempted by the Devil's fruit and caused man to fall from the Grace of Heaven's Garden, Eden. The reason is simple. A woman is only a part of man, but a man needs God to find True Salvation!"

Alu crackled. "I see…my good sir…you have made your limited perspective glaringly apparent…" she ran a hand through her bangs, and her eye twitched. "Are you listening to this?" She asked Margaret, pissed and amused at the same time.

Margaret blinked. "…I don't care one way or the other about what he thinks, but this talk is boring me. You lost so get out of here or we'll just kill you," she said, deadpan.

Alu sighed inwardly. Well, guess being a woman didn't matter much here. So much for having an ally against this sexist bigot religious little piece of shit's rant.

The Lemon Bomber laughed just then. "Faith is for those who are blind to doubt! Science talks! Science is all about casting doubts~hehehehehe, for instance. God isn't coming. But…The Marshall is now…with a present~" he crowed.

"!?" Hawthorne looked up with wide eyes. Lemons were unleashed from cargo being unloaded overhead. "No—Everyone! Get off the ship!" Hawthorne roared with alarm.

"Science is the only language that lets you understand the universe that God created," The Lemon Bomber smiled hugely, with a confident cackle. "Faith makes one blind to doubt! Science exists to cast doubts on what would be otherwise accepted without question! I will bomb this world with my lemon bombs~"

"Well, when life gives you lemons…blow shit up— I guess?" Alu said, sweating a little, cracking one more joke as the bombs fell from the sky.

The Lemon Bomber just cackled as the ship blew up. Ah, another "ship" blown into the water ~lol.

—-

*MOri cackles somewhere like the fucking cheap cartoon villain he is LOL In BSD he's literally just playing chess with himself and stroking himself with how damn smart he is. *ROLLS EYES*

*LMAO i'm listening to 'This Ship is going Down' by Tommee Proffitt and I'm just laughing. These 'ships' Alu is trying to get sail have blown up twice literally so far X'D

*Abuse is never okay. Any kind of it. So remember, if you or anyone close to you is hurting or making light of abuse like Alu is, listen and don't just laugh it off or disregard it. As a kid~once upon a time long ago~ myself, all the adults would tell me I was the one who was imagining things. But I know from experience. People like this aren't usually just looking for attention.

PSA over. HAVE A GOOD DAY! *Salutes to all of you still reading this fun fanfic from hell.

*HAVE A CUTE SIDE THEATRE: Won't Say I'm Lemonade

Hirotsu and Chuuya stared at Kajii. He was more quiet than usual at one of their bar drinking sessions. Chuuya had been ranting about Dazai, drunk, as usual.

But, Kajii wasn't listening.

Chuuya glared. "Hey, you're on fire."

"Uh-huh."

"Boss has decided to make you an Executive," Hirotsu said lightly, tilting his head at Kajii.

"Uh-huh."

"…" Hirotsu and Chuuya exchanged a glance.

"Dude…what the hell is wrong with you?" Chuuya smacked Kajii drunkenly in the back. Kajii fidgeted.

"I met someone…" he admitted.

"…" Both of the other two mafioso looked utterly stupefied. Was Kajii blushing? Was it a woman? Wait…He met a woman that could stand him? Their expressions were completely comical.

"It's nice to be young and still dream," Hirotsu lamented.

Kajii pouted. "I'm not making it up."

"Ah, no need to be a sour…lemon," Hirotsu casually said, patting the unsettled younger man on the shoulder.

Chuuya pursed his lips. "Pfft." He had to hide behind his gloved hand. Kajii pouted.

"You're just jealous," he said.

The other two just chuckled. "Bring her by sometime," Chuuya cheekily smirked.

"Fine, I will!" Kajii huffed.

"Great, call her," Chuuya said.

"Fine, I will!" Kajii pulled out his phone. Then he gasped. "Oh…I don't have her number…"

The other two made almond shaped eyes at him. "Dude…that's depressing." Chuuya lamented.

[End part 1 lol~]