“Don’t know where you are right now”

You hadn’t come into work in days. At first, Chuuya thought you may be sick or taking some time off, or maybe on a long mission, but he got more worried as you didn’t come back. It had been a week since anyone’s seen you, not even the boss had seen you.

Part of him was worried you’d left, that you’d defected. He didn’t want someone else he was cared about to leave or die, to disappear. The rest of him was angry, you weren’t acting like a proper mafioso, you’d disappeared without a word. Where’s the loyalty in that?

He’d decided to go to your apartment. If you weren’t there, he was going to assume you were dead or defected from the organization. If you were there… he wasn’t sure he knew what he’d do. You’d been ditching work for a week, but he was also worried… he’d figure it out.

The man knocked on your apartment door. When you didn’t answer, he barged in, not caring he broke the lock and damaged the doorframe. He scanned the room, on his search. He didn’t want someone else he cared for gone, he’d lost people enough times in this lifetime.