Only a Diamond can Polish a Diamond

Port Mafia, Yokohama

"What's up with this hat?"

"Normally, in Port Mafia, whoever recruits a new member is responsible for their care. As a symbol of that, they hand down one of their belongings. I gave Dazai-kun my coat and that's for you."

"It's an old hat."

"It belonged to Randou-kun."

Nakahara Chuuya who's attention was drawn to the hat look up in surprise. He turn his attention back and flips the hat. Sure enough, "Rimbaud" was written on its inner part.

"It seems he'd been investigating Arahabaki. Apparently, the military facility that he infiltrated was researching the creation of artificial gifted by combining gifted and normal beings."

"Artificial gifted?"

Mori Ogai points out the Chuuya the files on the table consists of Arthur Rimbaud's findings. He said sorry as those files can only be viewed among executives. These makes Chuuya wonder why Mori was so confident that he would forcefully snatch these files. However Mori just shrug as he claims that Chuuya is not that stupid. Most importantly, he can provide an answer for the question that he wanted to be answered. Helpless, Chuuya who feels that he's totally seen through asked on point.

"Tell me one thing: What exactly is the leader of an organization?"

"A leader is both the head of the organization and the organization's slave. For the survival and profit of the organization, they gladly put themselves through any manner of filth. They develop their subordinate and place them where they fit best. And, if necessary, they use and dispose them. For the sake of the organization, they take on any act of barbarism with glee. That is the leader. All is for the organization and for the protection of this beloved city."

(I see. That's what was missing in me.) Chuuya thought on his head as his expression was changed from astonishment to firmness. He kneels to Mori Ogai showing a respectful submission as he gives an oath.

"Then I dedicate my blood and all that I am to you, Boss. I will protect this organization that you work to support and I will work for you to decimate its enemies. Our enemies will know the vicious gravity that will crush those who oppose Port Mafia."

"Welcome to Port Mafia, Nakahara Chuuya-kun."

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A few days later.

"Why are you taking me to the meeting, Ane-san?"

"Stop calling me that. I'm not that old yet."

Chuuya who now changed into a Port Mafia's black suits was walking with a Port Mafia Cadre, Ozaki Kouyou. A tall and slender woman with cherry red eyes and red hair tied into a traditional Japanese bun that is held by three long golden clips and another hair clip on the right side of her head, composed by a light pink furry hair clip and red ribbon which forms a five-petal flower, and violet eyes. Her kimono is pink overlapped by dark purple with bellflower motifs, tied neatly with a maroon bow which has white borders, and a light pink mantle which goes darker in color from her elbow to her feet. She wears a red eye shadow and light pink lipstick.

Chuuya is currently her direct subordinate and he also speed up getting use to Port Mafia job under her care.

"For your information, of course. The meeting today is with one of the Mafia's front organizations. Every cup of tea, every pause in the conversation affects Mafia's future."

"What if I take part of the meeting and make them angry?"

"We'll deal with that when it happens. If the boat is so easily tipped, it would be more triumphant to destroy it spectacularly."

Just as the two was conversing, Chuuya notice people walking towards them. He spotted a guy that he didn't want to see - Dazai Osamu.

"AAHHH! Chuuya! Why do you think we recruited you?! You're my dog!"

"HUH?!"

"If I tell you that my leg is itchy, you scratch it. If I tell you I want to eat soba, you threaten a soba shop owner to coming here. That's your job! So what the hell are you doing in Kouyou-san's direct command?! Working your way up to the ladder?! Smooth sailing?! You're young so go do some grunt work!"

"Shut up, you scheming bastard! I joined Port Mafia on my own accord! I'm not going to be your henchman or dog!"

As the two teenagers were quarreling, Ozaki move forward to Mori Ogai.

"Was it really such a good idea to put these two in the same organization? Now what?"

"Only a diamond can polish a diamond."

Mori's words made Ozaki turn to look at him as he continued.

"Natsume-sensei, those words you told me and Fukuzawa-dono... I'm going to find out if you were right."

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DOLLARS, Yokohama

*Cling~ cling~*

"Huh? Welcome. We're still not open though, and no alcohol can be serve for children."

"W-we're here to find someone! Is Shinazugawa-san here?

"Oh, is it Sanemi-san's guests? Nagito-san, can you go upstairs to call him?"

"Um."

It was Decim who's at the bar counter as always. Nagito got up from his from the counter seat and goes upstairs. The visitors was Sanemi's acquaintances from slum - Akutagawa Ryunosuke and Hitoyoshi Uta. The two children seemed uneasy of suddenly entering a new place, they sat on the sofa with a stiff posture.

"Do you want to eat anything? This bar also serves food so I can prepare some, just a treat to welcome our guests."

"T-then, Ryunosuke. Should we?"

"Thank you very much. But we've indebt with Shinazugawa-san already, we don't want to trouble him."

"It's not much trouble. It'll be rude not to serve anything when you come here all the way. Ah, I remember the ohagi that was cooked by Sanemi last night still have plenty left. It's delicious so come and taste it."

Mitsutada didn't pay attention to the rejection from the two and got back on the kitchen to prepare the food. Hearing "Sanemi's cooking", the two who was driven by curiosity about it didn't have time to refuse.

"Oh, you're here. Ryunosuke, Uta."

"Shinazugawa-san! It's been long time." x 2

"Well. Mitsu-san! Are you preparing for food? Please also do my share."

"Okay. Just wait there."

Sanemi sits on the other sofa facing the two. He's presence also made the two stiff visitors relaxed. The three just chat normally as the food was served to the table. It was a standard Japanese meal of grilled salmon with miso soup and rice, the separate plate with ohagi made Sanemi give Mitsutada a questioning look but he was just ignored by the other party. The three continue to talk while eating.

"The recent clothing and other necessities that came in boxes to slum... Is Shinazugawa-san doing it? Some people claim that they've seen you."

"Yes. But it's not out of pity or anything, I'm just doing my job. Those things are also collected under transactions so don't think much about it."

The two where puzzled to what kind of job is that but it would be rude to dig deeper so they just change topic. Somehow, Sanemi always ended up bringing them help despite how he deny that he's not purposely helping out. Like today, they just came here to check out how's Sanemi doing but they ended up eating their food.

The two bid they're farewell while holding and extra takeout boxes that Mitsutada forcefully give.

"They respect you so much, those boys."

"It's not like that."

Sanemi grunts at Mitsutada's words as he finished bringing the empty plates on the sink. Mitsutada just smiles and pretend not to understand what Sanemi was talking about.

Decim who watches the two put down the cup that he was wiping. He wants a coffee machine, should he buy one next time?