Pretty little baby! (Please don't bite me).

Osana Dazai. At the age of fourteen, was saved by an underground doctor named Mori Ougai after a failed attempt to end her own life. A few months after, she served as the only witness for the Port Mafia boss' assassination, which was done by aforementioned doctor. After that, he declared himself the boss of the Port Mafia.

Dazai stayed under his care for about a year, before officially joining the Port Mafia at age fifteen. Okay, recap over. Since she's officially been recruited now, Mori sent her over to get a kimono specially tailored for her, because he simply insisted 'she'll look adorable in them'.

So, off the girl went to get her measurements done for the kimono. However, when she was in the fancy, Port Mafia owned kimono boutique, there was a girl her age that Dazai managed to catch a glimpse of. Actually, she was a bit familiar- Dazai's heard her name before. Chuuya, wasn't it? Chuuya Nakahara- she was the girl that was taken in by the executive, Kouyou Ozaki, when she was eleven- and only officially joined the Port Mafia right around the same time Dazai did, so at fifteen.

Beautiful. She really was beautiful- fiery ginger hair, fair skin, plump cherry red lips.. were those lipstick, or natural? Because oh, they looked pretty. Her kimono was gorgeous as well, with flowy sleeves and a big bow in the back. Although, the girl didn't seem very happy in the make-up (which, yes, Dazai wouldn't be either- as pretty as it looked, she herself wasn't a big fan of it).

Kouyou Ozaki's subordinates and underlings were all females, and dressed the same- in elegant, colorful traditional kimonos, and always had to be sweet, soft, and dainty. Chuuya, especially- being the girl that was placed under the care of the executive herself, clearly had to act the same. Delicate. Sweet. Gentle.. all of that.

However, Dazai could easily tell that the girl wasn't fond of that. The brunette has touched the fabric used to make the kimonos, and no doubt- they were soft, and comfortable against skin. But despite that, Chuuya still constantly tugged on hers and adjusted it in places that seemed unnecessary. She disliked being dressed like a traditional doll that was usually put in shrines.