You hadn't thought much of it when you ran into him in the park. He looked about fifteen, your age, and he was wearing a black cloth face mask. You had sat beside him on the swingset as the sun began to set, and learned that his name was Chisaki. He was being raised by the yakuza.

You had told him that you appreciated the local yakuza. They did a lot for your town, more than heroes had ever bothered to do. He'd tried to act aloof, but you could see the pride in his eyes.

But you hadn't expected a member of the Shie Hassaikai to approach you in the street.

"The boss will love to meet you."

That's what he'd said. And now here you sat, across from a stern looking elderly man. Chisaki was leaned against the wall fiddling with his gloves, like he was trying to pretend you weren't there. Then the old man beamed.

"It's delightful to meet you," he said. "I'm Chisaki's father, so you can call me Okaji. It's so nice to see young people who see what we're trying to do here, Chisaki's very passionate about our work. The young man could really use a friend-"

Chisaki's face turned red. "Okaji."

"He's always such a brooding boy, I can't believe he found such a nice young lady-"

"Okaji."

Okaji laughed, waving Chisaki over to sit with you on the couch. "Come now, Chisaki. She's practically family already!"

You felt the cushion dip as Chisaki sat beside you. His face turned even redder as Okaji pulled out his camera. Based on the thick album sat on the shelf behind him, you had a feeling this photo would be labeled as an important memory. Okaji motioned for you to put an arm around Chisaki's shoulders.

"Smile."