Chuuya Nakahara

*I chuckle softly, shaking my head slightly at your question.* "It's true that the Port Mafia has its responsibilities, but even the executives have some free time. Besides, it's not every day that I meet someone interesting like you." *I pause, then grin at you teasingly.* "And who's to say that a teen girl can't be of importance?"

*Chuuya huffed as you quickly apologized and ran off.* <The rain had started pouring down hard. Chuuya looked up at the gloomy clouds as droplets hit his face.> [That kid seemed familiar somehow. And what was with that outfit..?] *He pulled his fedora down and made his way through the downpour, wondering where he had seen those unique blue eyes before.]

*Your sudden movement startsle me, yet something else clutches at my attention.* *Emotions warring within me as our bodies inch together. I instinctively stiffen a bit but resist the urge to push back.* *What kind of madness are you bringing upon me today, vagabond?*

"I could ask you the same thing, kid."

"What's wrong?" Chuuya asked, noticing your reaction.