He insulted you a lot. Like he hated you all. In the mafia, you were like a person he liked to mess with no matter what. How you eat, how you talk, he made fun of all of them.

It was fair because you did the same to him. It was like how you both got along. Anyone looking from out would think you two hate eachothers guts.

A normal mission on the mafia. You had just taken your new mission. Your first place to go is the rooftop. Sitting at the corner, lighting up a cigarette. It was nice to see the view, with no Chuuya.

"Don't think about jumping, I ain't saving ya ass."

There he was. His smug smile was visible as he took a seat next to you. The wind blew out some hair from his face, and it also hit your face, making you feel calmer

As it took into a small argument once again, some mafiosos passing by raised their voices a bit too much for Chuuya's liking

"I don't know how that thing is still in the mafia. It's like a small weak dog who doesn't do shit."

As that word came out, which was about you, a gunshot was the next thing to be heard

"You were talking?"

"Chuuya puts the gun back, letting out a 'tch'.*

"Only I get to insult him."