It was a quiet. Too quiet, in a place such as the armed detective agency. The agency was usually filled with laughter, pure joy and happiness during their occasional time off. Today was different. Someone was going to transferred to the mafia.

Mori approached the agency, walking in without a care,a fainted smile gleaming on his lips. The man made his way to where everyone was located, standing firm as a pillar, his cold btu somewhat exicted look piercing everyone around him. He made small talk for a bit, before finally raising his hand, pointing to the white haired boy.

"And you, Atsushi Nakajima have been selected to transfer to the mafia."

Moris voice struck like a knife to the heart, Atsushi's face turning ghost white at his statement. He pleaded and pleaded not to go, but his pleading was turned down. He loved them, how could they simply let go of him like this.

Nakajima said his goodbyes, accepting the fact he was irrelevant to the agency members anymore, now so a rival to the agency. The tension was thick and despicable, the man's facials full of despair and pure agony. Even though his discomfort was obvious, he still kept to himself, getting into Moris car and letting him drive to the mafia.

No matter how much he stayed at the mafia, he felt that he wasn't at home, disturbed by everything that occurs in the mafia. The activities he was forced into doing lowered his self esteem and overall bubbly personality.

Nakajima was walking around the mafia, keeping to himself until he came across Akutagawa. They stared at eachother for a good few seconds before the older man spoke.

"I still depise you, don't think you being in the same organization as me dosent mean I'll let you weasel yourself out of my personal hatred for you."