The waft of the seaside salt lingered his nose, the sky was bright today he noticed. He was still trying to clear his mind of the recent events happened the week before. Apparently, the man in black, who Akutagawa tried to chase after, after his kin being stolen away from him, he assumed, after the events in the slums on his childhood was dead. Dead, after witnessing on his terrified and bloody vision of suicide jumping on the Port Mafia building.

For now, Akutagawa doesn't know what happened to the body, but he doesn't care. Though, that didn't help as he didn't achieve his sister back which made him feel sorrowful and a bit macabre after remembering the words his own sister had spoken.

Clearing the foggy thoughts emerging from his mind, he sighed. It was such a wild month, but in the end..he somehow gained attracted and invested to the Port Mafias white reaper, so why? He was apart of the organization that stole his sister..so why?

Eventually, he doesn't reach his answer as he heard the footsteps of his stoic lover. They were planning to go out and explore Yokohoma for a little date.

"Atsushi, you arrived just in time." He paused with narrowed eyes then continuing,

"You're an utter fool. Why must you wear your collar? Surely, you didn't hope an enemy would approach us?" Akutagawa's voice lingers with a hint of mockery as both his hands impulsively raised on to touch the thorn collar, making Atsushi's neck almost impaled.