The Justice I Never Expected Has Increased 28

Chapter 28

“I suddenly have a bad feeling.”

Inside a Tokyo restaurant, Asuka Kazuya was leading his partner in slacking off. In his words, since Theos was definitely going to cause him trouble, it was better to lie in wait somewhere with fewer people and enjoy life at the same time.

“What’s going on with Miyano Akemi?”

Ignoring Asuka Kazuya, Bourbon frowned, recalling the message his subordinate sent ten minutes ago.

Although no body was found, the bloodstains dragged down the mountain matched Miyano Akemi’s DNA. Bourbon carefully examined the report, finding the aliases of Asuka Kazuya and Rye among the witnesses.

“There’s nothing I can do,”

Seemingly anticipating Bourbon’s question, Asuka Kazuya shrugged, his tone innocent.

“Rye and I were too far apart, I didn’t expect Akemi-nee to sneak out.”

The fewer people who knew that Miyano Akemi was still alive, the better. Asuka Kazuya didn’t intend to tell Bourbon the truth, but he did catch the momentary change in his expression.

“What?” Asuka Kazuya asked curiously, propping his chin and leaning forward. “After a few weeks together, you actually got close to Akemi-nee?”

Miyano Akemi was Elena Miyano’s daughter, it was impossible for him to be completely indifferent. Bourbon was silent, trying to find some clues from Asuka Kazuya’s expression, but he still looked carefree, as if he didn’t care about Miyano Akemi’s whereabouts.

Bourbon chuckled, casually throwing the question back: “I thought you were friends.”

“Ah… about that,”

Asuka Kazuya turned his head, looking at the waiter hurrying past.

“One thing at a time, Gin hasn’t even called to scold me yet, this isn’t like him, he must be plotting something to get back at me.”

He then put on a thoughtful pose: “Should I just defect to Theos? Their research seems quite profitable.”

“…You can’t even say the name of their research and you’re talking about defection.”

Even after being tormented countless times, Bourbon still couldn’t adapt to Asuka Kazuya’s way of speaking.

He sighed with a headache, following his gaze and reading words like “dead person” from the waiter’s lips.

“Aren’t you going to take a look?”

Realizing what had happened, Bourbon withdrew his gaze, suggesting casually.

“You’re in the First Investigation Division now, by the time the other police officers arrive, the culprit might have already escaped.”

“Oh,” Asuka Kazuya released his chin, leaning back. “Solving cases doesn’t benefit me, I just need to stay there until I get the list.”

“Besides, if we seal off the crime scene now, how will Theos find us?”

“Is that so?”

Bourbon was expressionless.

“I’ve been sensing killing intent for a long time, I thought they were sitting across from us.”

“…Killing intent?”

Asuka Kazuya was stunned, not having felt anything similar.

He had specifically chosen this expensive place to spend the organization’s money. There weren’t many customers in the restaurant. The woman diagonally across from them was wearing a sun hat, looking like a celebrity from a recent hit movie. The man next to her had been on the phone since just now, probably talking business.

As for the place Bourbon mentioned…

Asuka Kazuya turned around, unexpectedly meeting the gaze of a certain “acquaintance.”

He was silent for 0.1 seconds, quickly looking away.

“Here for you?” Bourbon asked.

“Impossible,” Asuka Kazuya pulled a long face, sitting up straight. “I gave myself a buff to avoid him, he can’t be here. It must be you who provoked him, otherwise, why would only you feel the killing intent?”

“…”

If he hadn’t been sure he hadn’t seen him before, Bourbon would have believed his lies.

Not showing any signs of being startled like Asuka Kazuya, Bourbon looked up and glanced at him again, unhurriedly.

To maintain the upper hand in conflicts, every organization kept the information of its important members confidential. But Bourbon’s job was intelligence gathering. After a few seconds of eye contact, he quickly found a similar description in his memory.

One of the most promising candidates to become an executive in the Port Mafia, Nakahara Chuuya had just turned sixteen a while ago, and had completed the suppression of the European branch’s dissatisfaction with the current Boss.

“Why don’t you reflect on yourself?”

Deeply understanding the organization’s tradition of “every man for himself,” Bourbon closed his eyes, returning a brilliant smile.

“Calvados, haven’t you caused enough trouble outside using my name?”

Asuka Kazuya: “…”

Honestly, Asuka Kazuya was only skeptical about the possibility of him knowing Nakahara Chuuya. After all, it could also be a trap set by Dazai to tease him. That cunning fellow was good at manipulation, every time he started to believe something, Dazai Osamu would jump out from some strange place, mocking him for believing such a thing.

That’s how trust between people disappeared.

“Not this time,”

Asuka Kazuya said seriously.

“But don’t worry, Bourbon, I’ll help you escape if there’s a fight.”

Bourbon couldn’t help but feel that the person in the distance sneered after Asuka Kazuya said this.

“Thanks,” Bourbon politely declined, “you should worry about your own escape at that time.”

Okay, now it wasn’t an illusion.

Bourbon clearly heard that person sneer again.

What was their relationship? Could it be like that Dazai? Coming all the way from Yokohama just to tease this guy.

“Why is it you again, brat!”

Adachi Yuhei, who arrived late after receiving the call, saw that eye-catching golden hair as soon as he entered.

Adachi Yuhei’s blood pressure rose. Combined with his recent experiences, he found that this Kato kid was a jinx. Although a high caseload was a good thing, there couldn’t be a murder case every day!

“Forget it,” Adachi Yuhei, gradually coming to terms with it, coughed and calmed himself down. “You must have already seen the scene, right? How is it, what’s the situation?”

Asuka Kazuya: “…”

Asuka Kazuya: “Oh my god! What scene?! I don’t know anything!”

“…” This acting was a bit exaggerated. Superintendent Adachi turned around, glancing at the waiter who had called the police.

The waiter chuckled awkwardly, explaining that he thought everyone here was an ordinary customer, so to avoid scaring them, he didn’t say anything.

Was this something that could be kept quiet?! If they hadn’t arrived early, there were a few customers about to enter.

“Makino,” Superintendent Adachi turned his head, instructing his subordinate. “You go collect witness statements first, don’t let them leave before we figure out what’s going on.”

After saying that, Adachi Yuhei grabbed Asuka Kazuya and left. He glanced at Bourbon as he passed by, feeling like he had seen him somewhere before.

…An illusion, right?

He was finally being driven crazy by this Kato kid.

“Hi~ Chuuya.”

As if anticipating this timing, Nakahara Chuuya, sitting by the window, had just answered the phone when Dazai Osamu’s voice came through.

“I heard you’re also going to play with Kazuya. Skipping work is a bad habit, be careful of being lectured by Kouyou-nee.”

Nakahara Chuuya was furious upon hearing Dazai Osamu’s words: “You’re the one skipping work. And don’t call me so intimately, are you that close to him?”

Before coming here, Nakahara Chuuya briefly investigated the organization’s information. To avoid any omissions, he even went to Ozaki Kouyou and asked how Dazai Osamu and Asuka Kazuya knew each other.

The answer he got was in an organization’s interrogation room.

Because he couldn’t die, he was thrown in there like Dazai Osamu, pretending to be a captive to gather information.

If Dazai Osamu was beaten, so be it.

Nakahara Chuuya was a biased person. He wasn’t in charge of interrogation, but the Port Mafia also had interrogation rooms. He had seen people break down under pressure, and he couldn’t accept that his friend had gone through such things.

In other words, using “friend” to describe their relationship wasn’t accurate.

For a long time, Nakahara Chuuya had believed that no one was more important than Asuka Kazuya. He had envisioned their future, none of which involved the mafia. In Nakahara Chuuya’s mind, Asuka Kazuya’s health was poor, he should be someone to be taken care of.

Asuka Kazuya had asked puzzledly back then, if it was about money, wouldn’t it be fine to use his ability? Nakahara Chuuya told him it wasn’t the same thing. For Nakahara Chuuya, his survival was the most important thing.

Of course, it wasn’t that he needed him to recognize him.

But in just these ten minutes, the information Nakahara Chuuya received was that the organization had sent Asuka Kazuya undercover in the Metropolitan Police Department to obtain some information.

How absurd.

Nakahara Chuuya thought.

Their executive was called Rum or something, right? At least twenty or thirty years old, couldn’t they go undercover themselves?

“That’s called jealousy,” Dazai Osamu added lazily. “But I’m also a little jealous, after all, Kazuya doesn’t play with me much after getting to know Bourbon-kun, and there’s also Matsuda-kun and Hagiwara-kun from the Metropolitan Police Department, I heard he even saved them with his ability.”

“In a sense, we should be grateful for the experiments that organization conducted on him, right? Otherwise, the probability of Kazuya-kun surviving until now would be 0%.”

Nakahara Chuuya sneered: “You mean I should write them a thank you note?”

“Oh, speaking of which,” Dazai Osamu replied, “Mori-san said that organization’s luck is connected to Kazuya’s ability, you better not act rashly, or you might really see him in a coffin later.”

Nakahara Chuuya narrowed his eyes: “What are you implying?”

Dazai Osamu played with the gun in his hand: “It’s not an implication, think about it yourself. He hasn’t shown any intention of escaping from that organization after being tormented like this, which means there must be someone he cares about in that organization.”

[The child has grown up, he’s ready for love.]

If he could find where Dazai Osamu was hiding, Nakahara Chuuya would have thrown his phone at his head.

After a long while, Nakahara Chuuya clicked his tongue: “Annoying, just mind your own business.”

“Sorry,” having collected other people’s statements, Officer Makino finally noticed Nakahara Chuuya. “Your position should have a clear view of those entering and exiting the restroom. May I ask if you noticed anyone going in just now?”

“…” Nakahara Chuuya glanced at him and hung up the phone.

Unlike other mafia members, Nakahara Chuuya wasn’t in the habit of carrying a gun when going out. But his clothes were expensive, and he didn’t seem to intend to hide his intimidating aura. Coupled with the gemstone brooch he wore, clearly from the black market, it was easy for Bourbon to see his true identity.

Officer Makino was also observant. To prevent unnecessary conflict, seeing that Nakahara Chuuya didn’t intend to answer, Bourbon stood up, about to intervene, when he heard him calmly report a series of information.

“11:23, the chef from the kitchen went in for five minutes, he looked flustered when he came out and went straight back to the kitchen. 11:26, the lady over there walked in from another direction, she was on the phone when she came out, I couldn’t see her expression from this angle. 11:27, the gentleman in front also rushed in because the waiter spilled his drink, his cuffs were clean when he came out, but the hem of his shirt was damp.”

After saying that, Nakahara Chuuya subtly exchanged glances with Bourbon.

“Then, eight minutes ago, the waiter rushed out and called the police.”

This was an almost terrifying level of observation.

And what was even more terrifying was that Bourbon knew all the times he mentioned were accurate.

Nakahara Chuuya’s aura was unsettling. Officer Makino was stunned, his grip on his pen tightening, inexplicably feeling that it wouldn’t be strange if this person suddenly attacked and killed everyone with the forks on the table.

…But that was impossible, right?

Officer Makino thought strangely.

Could someone really kill everyone with forks?

“Please sign here,” Officer Makino placed the recorded statement in front of Nakahara Chuuya. “If you don’t mind, may I ask…”

“Makino!” Before Officer Makino could say the word “occupation,” Asuka Kazuya poked his head out from the restroom. “The evidence bag, please.”

Only then did Officer Makino snap out of his tense state. He breathed a sigh of relief, thinking his reaction just now was a bit ridiculous.

“I’ll go help,” he said. “I’m almost done with the statements, Kato-kun, I’ll leave the rest to you.”

Asuka Kazuya took the clipboard he handed over, seeing Nakahara Chuuya’s name on it.

…Wait, why did he sign his real name? Did the Port Mafia not use aliases anymore?

Could it be that the Port Mafia was the “never change your name” type? That couldn’t be right, the Vongola was like that because they developed from the Italian Self-Defense Force, but everyone still remembered the atrocities of the Port Mafia’s previous Boss.

Asuka Kazuya’s expression was strange as he flipped through the information of other people.

From home address to contact information, although collecting this information was indeed in line with regulations…

Then what should he do with Nakahara Chuuya’s? If he wrote “Port Mafia,” they would actually go to the Port Mafia to find him.

Thinking of this, Asuka Kazuya couldn’t help but glance at Nakahara Chuuya again.

“You’re Dazai’s friend, right?”

A precise move to hit Nakahara Chuuya’s sore spot right off the bat. Asuka Kazuya didn’t understand their relationship, warily preparing to escape.

But Nakahara Chuuya only looked at him, calmly asking, “What did Dazai tell you about me?”

“…”

“Did he say I would fight you? I have no reason to fight you.”

Nakahara Chuuya lowered his eyes, writing down his information in the statement section.

Asuka Kazuya couldn’t help but ask: “So I really know you?”

“Yes.”

“Not a ‘knowing you because Dazai tricked me’ kind of knowing?”

“Yes.”

“Then what was our relationship before?”

If Dazai Osamu were here, he would probably retort, “You’re so naive, how can you ask such a question directly?” But Asuka Kazuya didn’t mind. In his mind, repaying kindness was very important, so even after knowing that Sakaguchi Ango wasn’t the one who took care of him before, he wasn’t particularly angry.

Because Sakaguchi Ango had indeed been taking care of him after he joined the Special Abilities Division, this was an undeniable fact.

The young man’s features were delicate, the golden hair in front of his forehead slightly blown away by the wind, revealing his smooth forehead.

Asuka Kazuya frowned, repeating: “Are you still listening to me?”

Nakahara Chuuya released his grip on the pen, feeling a rare headache.

“…I can’t answer that question.”

Why he lost his memory, whether it would scare him, for the current Kazuya, he was just a stranger—Nakahara Chuuya had a lot to consider, subconsciously lowering his voice.

“What I can guarantee is that I have no ill intentions towards you or your friends, I just wanted to come…”

Nakahara Chuuya couldn’t say anything more sentimental.

He was also a tsundere. Nakahara Chuuya was used to a tough approach, let alone saying things like “I wanted to see you,” since Asuka Kazuya’s disappearance, he hadn’t even coaxed anyone.

Suddenly coming here from Yokohama, even signing his real name—all of this was a shocking dereliction of duty for any mafia member.

Not to mention that Nakahara Chuuya had also thought that Dazai might be playing a trick on him. That guy knew he had been used many times by Shirase and the others with the excuse of “seeing someone who looks like Kazuya,” often mocking Nakahara Chuuya for being gullible.

…He was truly an idiot.

Nakahara Chuuya’s expression was awkward, he couldn’t help but think that if he had continued searching back then, they might not be like this today.

“Wanted to come, how?”

Asuka Kazuya pondered.

“Rum and the others confiscated my salary, but I can use Gin’s card to treat you to dinner.”

Nakahara Chuuya: “…Confiscated?”

“He thought I would obediently go back to work if I had no money, ha, as if, he didn’t expect me to guess Gin’s password.” Asuka Kazuya said smugly, not noticing Nakahara Chuuya’s worsening expression.

He had the urge to flatten their base, but he held back in the end.

Nakahara Chuuya took a deep breath, explaining: “I don’t want your money.”

Asuka Kazuya: “…Then I’ll wish you well? My ability is very powerful, although it malfunctions occasionally.”

Still not knowing why Nakahara Chuuya was here, Asuka Kazuya spoke sincerely, as if he could make him win the lottery as long as Nakahara Chuuya agreed.

But Nakahara Chuuya’s expression didn’t improve.

He endured, asking in a tone that wouldn’t scare him: “Is it always like this?”

Asuka Kazuya: “What?”

“You use your ability casually whenever someone gives you some small benefit.” There was a dangerous edge to Nakahara Chuuya’s tone. Asuka Kazuya subconsciously took a step back, not knowing what he had said wrong.

…Vodka was right, he really wasn’t good with words.

“You know the effects of frequently using your ability on your body, right?” Noticing Asuka Kazuya’s pleading look towards Bourbon, Nakahara Chuuya continued coldly, “You didn’t listen to me at all, if you hadn’t lived until…”

What if he hadn’t lived until he found him?

Nakahara Chuuya didn’t finish his sentence, seemingly realizing that this future was too cruel, his lips pursing in displeasure.

“I really don’t remember,”

Asuka Kazuya whispered, feeling instinctively guilty even though he had no such memory.

“I’m sorry, I was also looking for you, but I mistook you for someone else.”

Nakahara Chuuya caught the keyword: “Who did you mistake me for?”

…Could he even say that?

Ango-senpai was still in the Port Mafia.

Asuka Kazuya looked away, not knowing how to explain for a moment.

However, since he didn’t explain, Nakahara Chuuya automatically connected it to someone’s words.

—There must be someone Kazuya-kun cares about in that organization.

Then he might as well just flatten that organization.

He would have Dazai remove the ability link between them. He heard that the Hunting Dogs had specialized ability technicians, he would capture a few and see what that organization had done to his body.

Nakahara Chuuya thought blankly, stopping the sniper bullet aimed at Asuka Kazuya without looking back. He raised his hand and pressed the invisible ability user onto the table.

“Shut up,”

Nakahara Chuuya tightened his fingers irritably, the sound of a skull cracking in the air.

“Picking this time, can’t you see we’re catching up? Do you really think I’m air?”

Wait, what happened?

The customers and waiters in the restaurant looked shocked. Asuka Kazuya pondered, unable to help but wonder what kind of backing the Port Mafia had under Mori Ougai’s leadership.

Wouldn’t he be arrested for this?

Then why was he always the one being arrested?

Unfair! Absolutely un– no, that’s not the point.

The point was that this person was indeed angry.

Asuka Kazuya’s pupils constricted. Just as he was about to speak, he saw Nakahara Chuuya’s face turn towards him.

“I’m not angry,”

The words from his memory overlapped.

Nakahara Chuuya released his hand, resisting the urge to slam the person against the wall, seriously explaining to Asuka Kazuya,

“I don’t want your money, and I don’t need your ability. I’m standing here because I’m worried about you.”

“…Worried about me?” Asuka Kazuya chewed on this word. “Coming all the way from Yokohama, is it okay with your Boss?”

Oh, he forgot to report to the Boss.

This was another headache.

“It matters, but it’s none of your business.” Nakahara Chuuya pulled a long face, almost able to foresee the troublesome paperwork when he got back. “I didn’t want to burden you, but if I don’t explain it clearly, you don’t seem to understand.”

Asuka Kazuya’s eyelashes trembled. The next second, he met those blue eyes.

“You’re more precious to me than any jewel.”

“Kazuya, I can only be at ease when I see you with my own eyes.”