It was late evening. Chuuya had stormed off to the beach, walking at the edge of the water to calm down. His hands were stuffed in his pockets, eyes narrowed as he glared at the horizon. The ocean was a dark blue, the moonlight bouncing off of the surface, rippling like ivory ropes. The waves hugging the shore and the faded sound of the busy inner city. That peaceful silence was broken by the sound of rapid approaching footsteps.