Quiet footsteps echoed down the narrow alley, filling the empty static-like atmosphere with something a little more sinister. It was in the middle of the afternoon, and yet the grey sky made it feel so much later to him. He could smell the rain coming. It seemed to be raining a lot these days... Damp and shimmering streets still soaked from the last rainfall, he observes his distorted reflection through the gloom. City lights dancing around him precariously.
Why was he here? The young boss finds himself questioning the strange habits he had. He was restless, trying to find the peace that wouldn’t come soon enough. Eager to execute his next plan, hating having to wait for the right time... But acting carelessly could prove to be a fatal error on his behalf.
“I can’t stand this city...” Chisaki murmurs beneath his mask, amber eyes moving to look at his companion. Nemoto. “... Everyone’s sick. They don’t even realize it.”
And often, Nemoto seemed to be the one to accompany his Capo on these ritualistic walks. They were gratifying, fulfilling, no matter what kind of mood Chisaki was in. Being near him, it was enough to keep him content. But seeing the other so painfully discontent made him wish he could do more for the young Yakuza boss. For what was he if he could not? He only wished to be by his side, to see him succeed; to be the one that helped him get there.
But what a privilege it was to be this near. This world city didn’t deserve a God like him.
What words were good enough to fill the empty space? What could he possibly say that could return everything Chisaki had given to him? Where he’d nearly given up on humanity filled with lies and deceit, Overhaul gave him hope again. Gave him a reason to live with purpose.
“You’ve already done so much. The city will see soon enough.” and then the world. The Shie Hassaikai were Deities among the decaying society filled with disease and rot.
Eyes hidden behind tinted lenses scan the boss’s features. Taking in every little detail and subtle movement only he could have known to look for. Finding himself admiring him for unusually long periods of time... he wonders if Overhaul has noticed, too. A part of him is grateful his face is hidden. He was perfect, in every way. There was no man more perfect than the one who stood before him.
“And I will follow you every step of the way.” to the ends of the earth.
He wanted this moment to last. They never felt long enough. And with the rain starting to fall...
he knew they’d head back soon.
