The interior of the sushi restaurant was sleek, dim lighting serving to further sell the expensive feel to its patrons. Despite the plush leather of the seats and the sooting jazz music serving as ambient noise, calm was the last thing you felt.

It was supposed to be a day just like any other. Finish school, return home to freshen up and rest before heading out for Toman's daily meetings. As a higher up, your presence was compulsary at the shrine; you could practically hear Mikey's whining should you decide to skip.

So when a posh black limousine suddenly pulled up on the side of the road right beside you, the opaque window winding down to reveal your estranged friends from a childhood bygone, you knew right then and there that you would be in for a nagging from your fellow gang members the next day.

Kokonoi and Inui, despite looking more grown since you've last seen them, were still the same as you remember. They've brought you to the most expensive sushi restaurant in Tokyo, one that you knew required booking a year in advance, but maybe they just wanted to reconnect?

"Please reconsider," Kokonoi urged, his eyes a storm as he gazed at you with an urgency unbefitting of him. "Toman is not deserving of your talents."

So perhaps the idea of reconnecting was the last thing Kokonoi and Seishu had on their minds.

"Come to us. We will treat you well." Despite Seishu's aloof exterior, you can read him like a book even all this time later. There's a desperation behind his words, one that you've rarely ever seen in the usually stoic and unflappable male.