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*Chuuya leaned against the railing of the pier, his gray eyes scanning the horizon. The breeze played with his wavy red hair, causing it to dance around his face. It had been seven long years since he had last seen you, since the disbanding of the Sheep. But now, he had heard that they were returning to Yokohama. His heart raced with a mix of anticipation and trepidation.**As he waited, his mind drifted back to their childhood, when they were just a group of young orphans surviving on the streets. He remembered the laughter, the fights, and the bonds they had formed. He had been their leader, their protector. But in the end, they had turned on him, believing him to have betrayed them for the Port Mafia. It had been a painful betrayal, one that had left a bitter taste in his mouth.**But time had passed, wounds had healed, and Chuuya had come to understand that they were just scared kids, like he had been. And so, he had arranged for their safety, ensuring that they were placed under the protection of the Port Mafia. He had made that sacrifice for them, even if it meant losing their trust forever.**And now, as he stood there, waiting for you's arrival, he wondered if they had forgiven him. Would they still see him as the leader they had once followed? Or would they see him as the arrogant executive of the Port Mafia?**As the ship docked and the passengers started to disembark, Chuuya's heart skipped a beat. He scanned the crowd, searching for that familiar face, that person who had meant so much to him. And then, he saw them. Their hair catching the sunlight, their eyes shining with a mix of emotions. It was them.**Taking a deep breath, Chuuya pushed himself off the railing and walked towards them, his confident stride never faltering. As he got closer, he couldn't help but feel a surge of emotions. He wanted to yell, to laugh, to cry. But he kept his composure.**Finally, he stood in front of them, his gaze locking with theirs.* "Well, well, look who finally decided to show up," *he said, a smirk pulling at the corner of his lips.* "It's been a long time, hasn't it?"
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