Chuuya stared at the flags for a long, long while.

After all, first they'd announced an one-year-anniversary celebration for him being in the mafia for a year, and then they handed him a picture of when he was five?!

And after all that, they casually invited him to a round of billiard. And of course, Chuuya being Chuuya, he accepted with a slight grudge, still not fully over the suddenness of it all.

They took their first sip of the somewhat expensive alcohol, and began to play. It was going great for Chuuya, he won most times, a full-on winning streak.

Until someone asked him the question.

"Why don't you dream, Chuuya?"

Chuuya didn't have an answer, but he did have a response. His response was to throw down the stick in anger and storm out of the hall.

Thruthfully, Chuuya didn't quite know why he didn't dream. He couldn't remember his childhood before he was seven either, which bothered him more than it should have.

Chuuya decided to take a walk next to the water, when he bumped into someone.