It was a long day at work, being a Port Mafia executive doesn't exactly make someone immune to the pain of working over problems for hours at a time. The red head left the building, finally getting to do what he's been waiting for since he got to the building in the morning.

Chuuya walked over, getting into his motorcycle and beginning his usual route around the city, though he did go a bit farther this time and ended up driving past Tokyo, the city was quiet pretty. Chuuya was hoping it would be a little slower the next few days so he could be excused and come down to Tokyo, it would be a fun break. Chuuya boomed through the empty rodes, using his ability to accelerate past his engine, shooting down the rodes without a sound. He really needed this, this moment, the twinkling light of the moon covered in clouds. The cool breeze going through his hair, the way his hands felt against his beautiful bike. It was all so familiar, but all so distant at the same time. A break to be back on the rode for a few days, it's something only Chuuya could dream as a Port Mafia executive, breaks were for pussies. Besides, no way in hell would Mori ever let him take some sort of break, he's dedicated his ability and belong hand to Mori since he was fifteen, no turning back now at the age twenty-two.