Chapter 6 (Catching Bugs)
The encounter in the office that day seemed like an accident. After that, Dazai Osamu was still as mysterious as ever, and Kimino Seira was conscientiously carrying out his plan to seize power and usurp the throne.
But when he opened the door of the empty office in the morning, he would occasionally see signed documents.
In addition to work, another furry creature came to the office, and Kono Seiryoshi added a new task to his daily routine - feeding the cat.
God knows how this calico cat climbed to the 20th floor.
The nimble cat lowered its head while holding a fresh dried fish in its mouth. When Gongye Shengliang tried to stroke the cat, his hand hit nothing. He could only look at the cat's cold and ruthless back as it walked away, feeling sad.
After the sadness, he cheered himself up and turned to the task of checking nearly a thousand pages of materials.
When the fresh, slightly salty evening breeze of the coastal city blows in through the half-open window, it is theoretically time to get off work.
Normally he would have to stay in the office for most of the night, but today was an exception. Today was the only day he didn't want to work overtime.
Kono Seiryoshi closed his computer and stretched his wrists.
The phone on the table happened to vibrate:
"Chuya: [Picture]
Chuuya: The restaurant has been booked.
Chuuya: Today's mission went smoothly, so we should be able to arrive early.
Kouno Seira's eyes lit up, and he quickly typed a line in the chat box, "Okay! I'll be off work soon too o（*≧▽≦）ツ~"
“Chuya: ≡ω≡”
The cat head expression is very cute and very suitable for the person who uses it.
It was by chance that Seira Kono and Chuuya Nakahara became familiar with each other through chatting.
Once before, Kono Seira worked overtime until late at night. When he went to make coffee, he met Nakahara Chuuya in the tea room, who was tortured by the report and had a dull look in his eyes. The auburn-haired boy was in a low mood, and when he greeted him, he didn't realize that there were still a few messy hairs on his head.
Gongye Shengliang couldn't help laughing as he heard the boy mumbling a few complaints, which were exactly what he was familiar with, so he offered to help.
He still remembers Nakahara Chuuya's surprised expression mixed with relief and fear of troubling him: "Is it okay? But you have a job too!"
"It doesn't matter. My part is not urgent. I can still do it during the day." This is the answer of Gongye Shengliang.
So within the next minute, Kono Seira turned halfway and walked into Nakahara Chuuya's office. It was decorated in the dark tones that the port mafia always had, with various folders and documents scattered on the mahogany desk, and even on the surrounding carpet.
After leading him in, Nakahara Nakaya coughed awkwardly and said, "Sorry, it's a bit messy and I haven't had time to clean it up yet."
Kono Seiryoshi laughed and shook his head: "It's okay, I should say I really like this feeling." This office environment is full of the friendliness of office workers, and it feels great no matter what you do!
He stood obediently aside, staring at the carpet at his feet with restrained eyes, not looking at every seemingly inconspicuous part in the office that might hide secrets, until the ochre-haired boy took the initiative to hand him a document, then he raised his head.
"I really can't handle those flowery words..." When he mentioned this, Nakahara Chuuya's eyebrows wrinkled. He thought for a moment and added, "If you have any questions, feel free to ask me."
Kono Seiryoshi flipped through the book. Coincidentally, he was the best at saying these words. "No problem."
In the brightly lit office, two people were sitting in a corner, each busy at work.
The European-style wall clock ticked away every minute and second accurately. As night fell, this bustling city, where gunfire was always heard, enjoyed a rare moment of silence.
No one spoke, but there was a hint of harmony in the silence.
It was not until he typed the last period that Kono Seiryoshi noticed that Nakahara Chuuya had stopped his work at some point and was looking in his direction, resting his chin on one hand in a daze.
“…Chuuya?”
He hesitated. "Sorry, did I take too long?"
Nakahara Chuuya suddenly came back to his senses, "You're done? So quickly?"
Kono Seiryoshi aligned the thick documents and said, "Some parts still need to be refined, but I have checked the overall situation and it should be fine. Do you want to check it again?"
Nakahara Chuuya jumped up from his chair, looking a little embarrassed, "I can come tomorrow. Thank you for your hard work tonight. I'll treat you to dinner next time... I'll take you home. By the way, where do you live?"
Kono Seira answered honestly, "The lounge."
Nakahara Chuuya: “…”
"Huh?" He couldn't help but raise his voice, "Shouldn't it have been arranged earlier... Oh, your current boss is that Dazai guy."
This name was like a switch that ignited his anger. Veins popped up on Nakahara Chuuya's forehead, and he gritted his teeth and said, "That bastard..." The personnel position was arranged by Mori Ogai, but Nakahara Chuuya did not doubt the leader's intentions, and naturally put a record on Dazai Osamu, "Can't you do such a small thing!?"
It was past the time for Kono Seiryoshi to sulk over his boss's outrageous behavior. Besides, living in the □□ lounge would be very convenient for both work and socializing, so he never took the initiative to bring up the matter.
He smiled at Nakahara Chuuya and asked something that had been on his mind since a while ago: "By the way, why did Chuuya stay so late today? What about the others?" They are already senior executives and still have to work overtime. Wouldn't the employees under them be even harder?
Nakahara Chuuya answered absentmindedly: "It's time to get off work, let them go first."
Kono Seiryoshi: “?”
Seira Kono: "???"
He originally thought that the port mafia was full of black-hearted capitalists like Mori Ogai and Dazai Osamu, but it turns out that there is still a piece of pure land? ?
“…Why are you looking at me like that?” Perhaps because his shocked expression was too obvious, Nakahara Chuuya turned his head awkwardly and accidentally glanced at the clock on the wall. He was surprised, “Is it already this time!”
Kono Seiyoshi also looked up and saw that the clock was about to hit three. It was almost dawn when they met in the tea room. Being able to complete the procedures and report details within three hours was considered efficient.
It was too late, and I had new tasks to do tomorrow, so I could only put it on hold. When we said goodbye at the office door, Chuuya repeated his promise to treat me to dinner.
Looking at the boy's bright and determined blue eyes, Gongye Shengliang swallowed his refusal words and replied with a smile, "...Okay."
However, due to various reasons, the dinner appointment was delayed for more than a month, and it was not until today that their schedules coincided.
As the strongest and best martial arts master of the Port Mafia, Chuuya Nakahara has the right to be arrogant, but he never delays his work because of personal matters. On the contrary, he is always at the forefront of serving the Port Mafia and is busy every day.
Chuuya's schedule was too full, and Kouno Seira was also not free to go. Perhaps because his performance had reached the target, Morio arranged some other tasks for him. Today he went to check the books with the finance department, and tomorrow he went to investigate the background of the cooperative organization, and when he came back he would be responsible for the report of the dedicated team.
There were several times when they finally found a time when both of them were free, but they were either interrupted by temporary tasks or the restaurant closed early, so that Kono Seiryoshi finally began to wonder if he was cursed.
Because of these episodes, the content of his conversations with Chuuya gradually expanded from the initial dinner time to various daily matters.
Kono Seira sent a photo of a colorful sunset, and Chuuya, who was on a business trip abroad, took a photo of the starry sky and sent it back; he shared the limited edition cherry cake he bought today after waiting in line for half an hour, and Chuuya replied that he had a few bottles of cherry wine in his collection at home, which should go well with this.
There were documents piled up in a mess, and the sky was red after the warehouse exploded. Nakahara Chuuya was led astray by him, and occasionally he would accidentally send out a few cute emojis.
There shouldn't be anything stopping him from eating today, thought Kono Seiryoshi, and thoughtfully turned his phone to silent mode.
He simply tidied up his workstation, made sure nothing was forgotten, then took out his cell phone and hailed a taxi.
The Port Mafia has been gaining power in Yokohama for a long time. This is evidenced by the fact that although the headquarters building is located in the bustling city of Yokohama, there are few cars passing by, and that Kono Seiryoshi had to wait for 20 minutes before a brave taxi came.
The driver was trembling with fear all the way and didn't dare to speak loudly. Gongye Shengliang was happy to be quiet and sat in the back seat with the window half open, closing his eyes and resting.
The restaurant Chuuya booked was very upscale, with a Ferris wheel next to it, providing a great view and overlooking the night view of Yokohama.
As soon as he got off the car, a uniformed waiter came over and led him in in a gentle voice.
Before getting on the transparent sightseeing elevator, Kono Seiryoshi couldn't help but ask, "Have the people who reserved tables arrived yet?"
"Yes," the waiter replied, "Mr. Nakahara arrived about twenty minutes ago."
Gongye Shengliang hissed softly. He thought he would be the one who arrived earlier, but it seemed that he was delayed on the road.
At this moment, the elevator suddenly stopped on the sixth floor with a ding. Someone else was coming in.
The metal door opened. Gong Ye Shengliang wanted to politely offer his seat, but when he saw the face of the guest outside the door, he paused for a moment, "Mr. Mori...?"
The middle-aged man in a white coat, with drooping eyebrows and unshaved beard, with the word "degenerate" written all over his body - it was Mori Ougai, the leader of the port mafia.
Behind him, a blonde loli grabbed the sleeve of Morigu tightly and poked her head out vigilantly.
After seeing him, a sharp light flashed across the black-haired man's eyes, which was immediately covered up by a gentle smile: "Kuno-kun, what a coincidence, are you here to eat?"
Gong Ye Shengliang nodded slightly, but didn't want to say more because of Mori Ouwai's identity.
But Mori Ogai didn't seem to want to let him go, and started chatting with him in a friendly and warm manner: "Alice-chan said that she would not go home with me if she couldn't eat the ice cream from the restaurant on the top floor today. Hey, a child of this age is so cute even when he is in a bad mood."
Alice was so angry that she hit him: "Idiot Rintaro! I never said such a thing!"
Even though he was beaten, Sen Ouwai smiled. He raised his hands in surrender and said lovingly, "Okay, okay, I didn't say that."
The blonde girl looked even angrier. She snorted heavily, closed her eyes and turned her head away. At an angle that Morigu could not see, she quietly opened her eyes again and looked at Kouno Seiryo with curious blue eyes.
Kono Seiryoshi silently swallowed the words "Do you need legal assistance for this kid?"
Even if he is a child, someone who can be so close to the leader of the port mafia and speak and behave so intimately with him cannot be as simple as he looks.
He thought for a moment and smiled at Alice in a friendly manner.
Unexpectedly, the blonde girl seemed to be frightened. She screamed, turned her head and threw herself into Sen Ou's arms.
Seira Kono: "...???"
Does he look scary?! Is he scarier than Mori Owl who looks like a pervert?!
Facing the admiring look that Mori Ogai gave him, Kono Seiryoshi's mouth stiffened and he turned to the outside of the elevator with mixed feelings.
Fortunately, he soon arrived at the floor he wanted to go to. Kono Seiryoshi gathered his thoughts and said goodbye to the two people, and couldn't wait to walk out of this small space.
Just as the elevator door was about to close again, Mori Ogai's gentle voice suddenly came from behind: "I hope you have a good time tonight, Kono-kun."
Gongye Shengliang paused for a moment, turned his head slightly, and raised the corner of his mouth politely: "You too."
…
Until he was awakened to reality by the waiter's words, "The seat you reserved is the first one on the left after turning right," Kono Seiryoshi was still thinking about the deeper meaning of Mori Ogai's words.
This doesn't sound...lucky at all!!
A mafia boss wishes you a pleasant evening. In Italy, where pornography is prevalent, the meaning of this wish is no less than the "kiss of death"!
Forget it, it seems that this area in Yokohama is not much better.
I just don't know what position Mori Ogai was speaking from. Was he the leader of the port mafia, or just a neighbor uncle whom he met by chance...
Or is it just because he has a good attitude towards work recently, and is it just encouragement from his boss?
However, compared with other members of the Port Mafia, Mori Ouwai is quite punctual in getting off work.
Gongye Shengliang sighed heavily and couldn't help but raise his vigilance against Sen Ouwai to a higher level.
Tonight's plan was disrupted by the sudden intervention of Mori Ogu, and Kono Seira thought he would not be in the mood. However, the next second, his slightly irritable mood instantly disappeared.
With the interweaving of dusk and night outside the floor-to-ceiling windows as the backdrop, the lighting in the restaurant is just right, with the warm yellow light dancing on the boy's slightly dark ochre hair.
Nakahara Chuuya was still wearing the top hat, with two buttons on his collar undone. His posture half-exposed the choker around his neck, and he was flipping through the menu attentively.
Kono Seiryoshi blinked slowly and felt that the light seemed to fall into his eyes.
He couldn't help but raise the corners of his lips, and his mood was a little excited: "... Sorry, I'm late."
“——Chuuya.”
The author has something to say:
If we are good brothers, we will stay up late and work overtime together. Only Mr. Mori can be happy in this world.
Oh, how damned! How could someone say I’m short? I have even shorter ones behind me…!