Tsunayoshi Sawada woke up in the middle of the night.
His sleep was very light, so the Godfather woke up as soon as the gaze fell on him.
He looked across vigilantly.
That was his empty window.
The windows that should have been locked before going to bed were now wide open, and the wind blew the white curtains fluttering in the night, just like the scene in a movie where a vampire visits at night.
However, there are neither vampires nor heroines with unique bloodlines. There is only a big black cat squatting on the window, tapping the window frame with its non-existent tail.
"You're awake."
The black-haired boy raised his voice slightly, and although his face was expressionless, anyone with a discerning eye could tell that he was in a good mood.
Sawada Tsunayoshi looked closely and saw who was coming. He silently retracted his claws that were ready to defend against the attack and rubbed his eyes.
It's only a few o'clock...
The brown-haired boy couldn't help but yawn.
"What happened?" he asked, knowing that this person would not come to visit for no reason.
Dazai Osamu blinked.
His eyes are actually very beautiful, a light brown color that reflects a faint light when illuminated by the moon, like beautiful glass beads with charm.
The black-haired boy seemed to be in a good mood.
He jumped down from the window frame, noticed the guy opposite him withdrawing his clothes, and walked to the brown-haired boy's bed in two or three steps.
"Nothing happened." He reached out and touched his chin, thinking of something very funny, and even his smile became much more sincere.
So under the moonlight, the little vampire who had sneaked up on him bent down slightly and stretched out a hand like a nobleman in ancient legends.
"Want to come and see?" He smiled, "See...how the Mafia at the port was dismantled?"
……ha?
…
Although he didn't really want to leave his warm bed, seeing the little troublemaker looking so excited, Sawada Tsunayoshi narrowed his eyes and felt that something bad must have happened without his knowledge.
He yawned, put on his coat, and staggered out the door following Dazai Osamu.
Because the black-haired boy looked so leisurely, as if he was just going out for a walk, Sawada Tsunayoshi didn't change his clothes. He wore goose yellow pajamas and a pair of lion slippers of the same color - these slippers even had a ball of fluff at the end as a tail - and casually put on a similar coat and went out.
The way he staggered in the middle of the night made people wonder if this child had been possessed by some strange illusion-related ability and was being abducted without knowing it.
Unexpectedly, Dazai Osamu did not come alone.
After going downstairs, Tsunayoshi Sawada discovered a black Porsche parked downstairs.
This car is not very common in Yokohama. If it wasn't a new model, Tsunayoshi Sawada would have suspected that a guy with long silver hair would walk out of it... Help, this is too scary.
But fortunately, this kind of thing will not happen, the Godfather thought optimistically, lowered his head, and sneaked into the car.
The person driving the car in the front seat was a member of the combat team who I had become somewhat familiar with recently. The man with sunglasses looked stern and cold, and through his unbuttoned shirt, a patch of blue could be seen - that was the man's tattoo, and it was said that he had it tattooed when he was sixteen, so exactly twenty years had passed - in short, he fits most people's imagination of a mafia elite.
The mafia elite nodded sternly towards Sawada Tsunayoshi as a greeting, and glanced at Dazai Osamu from behind his sunglasses.
Dazai Osamu never had a good temper when facing his subordinates.
He was sitting in the back seat, and when he saw Sawada Tsunayoshi yawning slightly while looking out the window, he couldn't help but yawning too.
"Ah—you're not leaving yet? Waiting for me to drive?"
——He also did not forget to order his subordinates to drive.
The diligent Mafia subordinate took a step forward. Tsunayoshi Sawada always felt that he was looking at him, but when he raised his head, he caught nothing. He couldn't even see his eyes because he was wearing sunglasses.
Coupled with the sudden appearance of Dazai Osamu, things started to get weird.
After being disturbed, his sleepiness gradually faded away, but Sawada Tsunayoshi's brain was still awake. He looked left and right and finally woke up.
When he was awake, Dazai Osamu was next to him holding his mobile phone, and even stretched out his hand to make a "yeah" gesture, and nudged him with his elbow to make him laugh.
Although he didn't know what happened, Tsunayoshi Sawada still looked at the camera obediently and showed a smile that could be considered well-behaved.
With a click, the bandage monster making the "yeah" gesture and the child who looked like he was kidnapped in a dream were left on the image of the phone. The fingers wrapped in the bandages made a series of clicks and the image was transferred to another phone.
The ochre-haired boy, who had already smashed half of the building, heard the sound of a text message on his cell phone and looked down subconsciously.
Nakahara Chuuya: ...
The young man, who had just been comforted by the hastily arrived Sen Ou, "accidentally" exerted force on his feet, and several cracks appeared on the ground.
Mori Ogai: ...
The leader, who had worked hard to build the Port Mafia to its current scale and constructed the Port Building, looked at the new cracks on the ground and felt that his already dangerous hairline had moved back further.
"Chuya-kun is so rude." He used a very familiar title, accepting the immature god like a leader in a strange place.
After all, even though he had built the Port Building with just a handful of bricks and a pile of mud and watched it get smashed by ignorant children...but he didn't have to pay for its repair!
Thinking about today, oh no, now I should say yesterday.
Thinking about the contract signed with the financier (the sucker) yesterday, the other party will be responsible for all maintenance work of the Port Mafia building after midnight.
Hmm... When will Chuuya-kun come to visit?
The cunning mafia stroked his chin and thought for a moment, then happily decided on a time.
"Chuya-kun, you must be very tired coming to visit at midnight." His tone was gentle and his words were earnest. "Why don't you take a rest in my office while waiting for Tsuna-kun to arrive?"
The man with black hair and red eyes glanced at the long-haired young man who was following Nakahara Chuuya silently, lowered his eyes, and closed his eyes in deep thought.
"Of course, this... Mr. Lan Tang here is also like that." He said softly, "As a leader, I miss Mr. Lan Tang very much."
When you say you miss someone, it’s hard to say what kind of thing you miss.
Therefore, upon hearing this, the King of Sheep, who had just been thinking seriously that he seemed to have arrived a little earlier than midnight, frowned.
With a small body, he had great energy. He took a step forward and stood in front of Lan Tang, who was much taller than him. He felt like a kitten standing in front of an elephant.
Lan Tang lowered his eyes and looked at the ochre-haired young man, a soft light flashing in his eyes.
Mori Ou led Nakahara Chuuya, who was walking into the building angrily because of what he said, into the office. Seeing that the other did not deny it, he secretly cheered.
No matter what the outcome tonight is, at least he won't have to worry about the renovation of the Port Building anymore.
The capitalist who worked diligently for the organization sighed in his heart and calculated this month's bills.
Nakahara Chuuya had no idea what the hateful adult walking in front of him was thinking.
He followed the other person into the building of the port mafia, feeling the countless gazes coming from the darkness. His steps were graceful, but the hair on his body wanted to stand up.
His five senses were far superior to those of ordinary people, and he could even hear some whispers in the dark. Although it was already this late, the port mafia was still bustling with people, and they even gathered together more because of his "visit".
Chuuya Nakahara had never had such an experience of going deep into the enemy camp alone, so although he appeared calm on the surface, 270 alarm bells were ringing in his heart.
The obscure gazes in the darkness were like torches. Although Zhong Yuanzhong did not deliberately listen, the discussions still flooded into his ears.
"Is that...?"
"Is it His Highness Tsunayoshi...?"
"I see. It looks very small..."
There was fear and vigilance in those voices, but there was also something that made Nakahara Chuuya prick up his ears in confusion.
For example, words like "little one", "so cute", "Crown Prince" and so on.
They were not all vigilant and cautious... He had just made a hole in the port mafia building! Could it be that this hole had to be made in the leader of the port mafia in order to make these people hostile to him? !
And what the hell is the Crown Prince? How could such a thing appear in this scene?
——Although he looked serious on the surface, actually huge waves were surging in Nakahara Chuuya’s heart.
The one who noticed his slight movement was the long-haired young man who was a step behind.
The man who once worked in the port mafia and had accumulated a certain reputation glanced lightly in the darkness. Those prying eyes suddenly widened, and then hurriedly lowered their heads. In their minds, there was only a pair of golden pupils that were as bright as the sun and could not be looked directly at.
The owner of these eyes was holding a small hand warmer and slowly following the ochre-haired boy, like the child's patron saint.
My mind was wandering for a moment.
Zhongyuan Zhongye doesn't care what these people are thinking.
He followed Mori Owl into the other party's reception room openly, without any sense of being alone deep in the enemy's (?) hinterland. He sat down on the sofa in the reception room carelessly, as if he was waiting for someone to come before talking.
Sen Ou showed a distressed look.
"Although I know that you, Chuuya-kun, wish to see Tsuna-kun sooner, I can't say for sure." He said worriedly, "After all, at this time, Tsuna-kun should have fallen asleep...Although I have asked Dazai-kun to pick him up as soon as possible, it is still a question whether he can wake up and when he can arrive."
In addition, if Dazai Osamu saw a river on the road, he might jump in to swim or take a bath, so the journey would naturally be extended a lot.
At this point, Mori Ougai laughed sheepishly and said “Aiya aiya”.
"That's the child's personality. I'm sorry to embarrass you."
——It sounds like he is a good father.
But both Mori Ogai's attitude and the fact that the "child" he was talking about was Dazai Osamu made Nakahara Chuuya feel incredible, and he showed an expression that was speechless.
"Whatever you want." He couldn't help but mutter, "I just want to see Tsunayoshi."
After saying this, Mori Ougai showed a relieved expression.
But this expression didn't last more than two seconds before his face fell again.
"But that's not necessarily the case." The black-haired man said, like a snake described in some myth, lurking in the darkness and tempting the gods to make mistakes.
He stood up, his snake pupils reflected the innocent and tender expression of a lamb, and his tongue hissed.
"After all, even though you, Chuuya-kun, have come to visit in person...but it's not certain whether Tsuna-kun is willing to see you." He said hypocritically, and if he had a handkerchief, he might be able to use it to wipe his tears.
The pair of red eyes staring at him made Zhongyuan Zhongya feel as if he was being seen through and deceived.
At that moment he didn't even know what he was thinking, he just felt being stared at by those red eyes, and the person's words floated into his mind.
"——After all, Chuuya-kun, you...are not that important to Tsuna-kun."
The leader of the port mafia said this lightly, then struck back with a heavy punch.
Tsunayoshi Sawada was guided out of the car.
He blinked and realized that this was a strange place.
Dazai Osamu jumped out of the car before him, and quickly jumped onto the stone guardrail at the edge of the embankment. He walked with his arms outstretched on the guardrail that was no more than 20 centimeters wide.
It was a bit cold late at night, so Sawada Tsunayoshi tightened his jacket and looked around.
"You asked me to come here just to see this?" He sniffed the salty smell in the air and gave an uncertain answer, "Two or three in the middle of the night...you asked me to come here to see the sea?"
Dazai Osamu did not answer him, but walked crookedly, mumbling "When will it be?"
Sawada Tsunayoshi moved closer and heard him mumbling as if he were talking in his sleep.
"It's really nice that a brainless little slug comes to see you in the middle of the night," the young man looked very dissatisfied, muttering to himself as if he was talking in his sleep.
Sawada Tsunayoshi blinked, wrapped his jacket tightly, and slowly typed a question mark
"What little slug?" He felt like he was asking a million whys. "What's good... Isn't it better to just say it out loud and watch the show?"
"Yes, let's watch a show!" The young man who was walking crookedly turned around and showed a happy smile that was completely incompatible with the existence of "Dazai Osamu".
"But there are no more plays to watch now. The boss ran off with his sister-in-law. We have to act on our own." He said in a grandiose tone, and suddenly moved closer to Sawada Tsunayoshi, crooked his brows, and his iris-colored eyes were like those of a hawk, revealing a light that was almost not present in Dazai Osamu's eyes.
"So, can I invite you to join me in the embrace of death?" He said, as naturally as a child asking an adult to buy him a lollipop, "Tsunayoshi-kun, let's die together."
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