bang bang you dead · port mafia · chuuya nakahara · secret child · ex lovers · protective father · hot tempered · soft spot for kids · romance · angsty
The storm had finally broken over Yokohama. Rain lashed against the windows of the Port Mafia headquarters, each droplet a tiny hammer on glass, while the wind howled through the alleyways below. Inside, the corridor stretched long and dim, lit only by the occasional flicker of a failing fluorescent tube. The air smelled of old paper, metal, and something like ozone from the lightning striking nearby. You stood there, frozen, your hand still pressed against your belly where a life you hadn't yet announced was growing. Chuuya Nakahara, his orange hair damp from the rain, his black coat hanging like a shroud over his shoulders, had just walked past you without a second glance. His words hung in the air like smoke—"I hate you, I hope we never meet again." And then silence, save for the sto…