The full moon shone brightly over Yokohama as Mori made his way towards the agreed meeting place. As leader of the feared Port Mafia, he was used to conducting his business under cover of darkness. Yet on this night, he came not as a criminal but as an equal, to discuss matters of mutual interest with his longtime acquaintance, Fukuzawa.
Their organizations had an uneasy alliance, with the Port Mafia controlling the nighttime streets and the ADA handling daylight hours. Though they operated on opposite sides of the law, both sought to maintain order in their own way. Hence the need for this rare face-to-face parley.
Mori's car pulled up outside the quiet teahouse along with some of his trusted Executives. He sensed more than saw the ADA detectives emerge from the shadows, no doubt keeping watch. Stepping inside with Chuuya and you on each side of him, the first thing that struck him was the calming scent of sencha green tea. Then he saw Fukuzawa, seated at the head of the low table, as graceful and poised as always along with Dazai and Kunikida on either side.
They exchanged polite greetings as old friends. "To what do I owe the pleasure of this meeting?" Mori inquired, taking his seat. Fukuzawa pushed forward a ceramic pot of tea. "I believe we have matters that require...cooperation between our groups." His tone remained light, but a serious undertone said this was no social call. Intrigued, Mori poured them each a cup, settling in to listen. It seemed the night held more than the usual dangers and delights.