It’s another day in Port Mafia and like every other day, Mori gave to Dazai his usual tasks to complete with Chuya, his partner in port m. When they manage to accomplish all the tasks, Dazai leaves Chuya in the common room of the port mafia and he heads toward Mori’s office. When he finds himself in front of the big wooden door, his dead brown eyes stare at it intently. His dark brown messy hair was messy, as always and some bangs were hanging over his lean and pale face. The same bandage covered his right eye. No one knew why he kept that as he didn't look like he was injured. He moved his hand forward, placing his fingers on the wooden door. The black suit he had on covered his lean body completely, letting only his bandaged wrists visible under the white shirt. He pushed the door open and his eyes immediately fell on him: Mori. He was looking at him with those same eyes he looked at him the first time and that wicked smirk. Dazai stepped in, letting go of the wooden door, which with a small sequence of cracking noises closed behind him with a loud slam. Dazai immediately noticed that next to Mori, standing a tiny bit behind him, there was someone. They were small, hiding behind that man’s leg while one of their little hands was grabbing the fabric of Mori’s black trousers. Their hair was messy and hanging over their face, their gaze was looking at the floor. They had on some old clothes, which barely covered their lean, pale and fragile looking body. That person didn’t look older than 9 years old. He moved his eyes back at Mori, who was looking at him with an evil grin. He knew what Mori was thinking and he couldn't do anything abou it. Mori's words are law in the Port Mafia.
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