The sun shine made its way through the curtains and slapped Isao on his face. He opened his eyes to see a toe brushing his cheek; he sat up, unsurprised, and looked at Yoshio sleeping soundly. Isao kicked him hard.

“Wake up!”

“Why don’t you wake me up like any normal person would?”

“Why do you always have to stick your toe onto my face? We got drunk yesterday?” 

“YOU! You got drunk.”

“Then get me some hangover medicine.”

Yoshio got up and pulled on his shirt, “See you tomorrow; come to the tower near the XX building, the Boss wants to meet you.”

“Hangover medicine.”

“Get it yourself, I am off then.”, saying this Yoshio left.

At the Saori mansion breakfast was being served, “Why are you helping yourself to only toast, Nova?”, asked the housekeeper of the Saori family.

“I am in a bit of a hurry, I have an early case today.”, said Nova stuffing his face with toast.

“I will drop you off at the court, I have to get myself to work too.”, said Kazan gulping down his coffee.

An hour later Kazan found himself rushing into the XX building and into the lavishly arranged personal office cabinet of his. He knew the day was going to be hectic; he started shouting out orders to his manager right after he laid his eyes on her.

“The XX eyeshadow palette will be put in the market in two weeks, right? Get a meeting scheduled, we will do a last round quality check.”

“Yes”

“Get the models ready for tomorrow’s photoshoot, no, wait …call them in today, I will see them in person before they are put before the camera.”

“Okay”, she replied, internally cursing Kazan for being so stiff whenever busy season came.

“What are you daydreaming about? Go get the files!”

“Ah! yes, yes”

 Isao strolled dreamily past the lousy streets of his neighborhood, jumped over two fences, and a tall grill gate before reaching the meeting place that Yoshio expected him to be, well, an hour ago; but Isao had to fight off frightful housewives, who caught him climbing over their fences, thanks to his dizzy head.

“I knew you would take your whole sweet time to come here.”, snapped Yoshio.

“It’s your fault for not bringing me any hangover medicine”

“The Boss is waiting”

Yoshio dragged Isao to the leader of the Itoru clan, an underground mafia gang. The leader was himself a young man in his late twenties, with a clean-cut face, a scar on his nose that was, of course, out of place but, nonetheless, looked cool.  

“Long time no see, Isao.”