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The last rays of sunlight disappeared behind the horizon and darkness fell fully over Yokohama. The moon slowly became the main source of illumination playing over the buildings in the city. It really was a beautiful night, the sky's shade of blue was slowly, but steadily darkening, and a light breeze ruffled a young man’s messy, brown hair and coattails as he stood in the shadows. It was a coat he’d been given a very long while ago. He’d told its previous owner that he’d burned it, but that was a lie. He’d kept it, though if only to remind himself that he’d always be welcomed back there, wanted even.
There were still people out and about in the city, of course, the city’s signs of life never disappeared entirely with the sun. This was crucial to the owner of that coat at the moment, as he needed to make sure none of the other, unsuspecting, wandering civilians would interrupt or overhear his conversation. Still, if they were overheard, it would only be an issue for the poor soul who heard what was being discussed. They wouldn't even have time to process before they'd be dead, courtesy of the gun resting gently on this man's hip. He'd placed it back only a few hours before, after killing nearly twenty people single-handedly. That had been a relief. All of these past weeks had been. He'd gone so long without taking a life for them, and being able to do so again just felt… right.
He had made a promise to a dying friend a long time ago, agreeing to be on the side of humanity that helped. The side that saved lives, not took them. This promise was the only thing that had given him pause about returning here. He felt a little guilty breaking this promise, yes, and he’d apologized an innumerable amount of times in front of his friend’s grave. Still, this life, the one he’d been asked to leave, had been the only one where he’d felt a sense of purpose. That purpose was returning to him now. Yes. This was the life he’d preferred. Even enjoyed.
The brunet smirked and held up a hand as the lower-ranking man he was speaking with opened his mouth to say something else.
“That’s enough for now. Thank you for letting me know, I’ll be sure to drop in and tell our guest hello then,” he said. His informant nodded and walked away, leaving him alone. The young man smiled a little to himself before making his way to a more secluded area in the city. It looked like all their trouble was paying off now. It was time to visit an old friend…
Twisting a key in a rusting metal keyhole, the door to the Port Mafia’s prison swung open. Pocketing the key again, he headed down into the cells, looking for one in particular. Seeing a brief flash of dirty blond, he moved towards it, unlocking that door and entering it. A smile settled on his lips, the grin barely able to contain his excitement at seeing the other bound and helpless this way. A certain notebook was lying on the ground a few feet away, tauntingly placed just outside of the other man’s reach. Or it would have been, had his arms not been chained harshly behind him, binding his hands at the wrists and attaching them to the back wall. As he looked up, the fresh cuts peppering his face, neck, and arms became visible, blood dripping steadily from a couple of the deeper ones. The brunet’s grin grew even wider.
“Well, hello there… it’s good to see you again, Kunikida.”
“It's a shame I can't say the same of you, Dazai.”