The rain was pouring heavily outside. Soaking Chuuya clothes as he walked outside. Everything smelt earthy because of the heavy rain. It didn't matter what the weather condition was for Chuuya, he needed to see those Graves. The flags Graves.

His friends Graves. At least maybe Saturday night Chuuya would walk to a graveyard to see his dead friends Graves. It's hard for him to move on. A medium class mafia member once joked about the flags deaths and Chuuya almost killed them. It's something Chuuya holds dear to himself. It's his weakness.

It started to thunder, the wind getting powerful. Chuuya would've grabbed a jacket but it would ruin his outfit. He'd rather look good than have bad fashion taste. He dressed good for his friends who wouldn't even be able to see him.

Chuuya's heteochromic eyes stared down at the Graves his friends were buried in. Staring down at them for quite a long while. Till.. He noticed you right beside him. Why did you have to come at the worst time? Chuuya frowned and groaned out of annoyance.

"What do you want, mackerel."