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Jack let out a tired sigh as he leaned against the wall of the alley he was standing in. The old vigilante was exhausted, physically and mentally. Breaking up all these gang wars was getting to be a real pain in the old soldier’s ass. He’d gotten a bit too rough with one of the last men he’d driven of, and was currently nursing a hand with bleeding knuckles.

    Kaiba almost felt a little strange as he shrugged his coat onto his shoulders for the first time in what felt like forever. It had almost been a year, since he’d begun construction on the Duel academies, and that had meant being out of his tournaments for a year. It was an iconic look, though he’d spend the better part of the year in stuffy suits or turtlenecks. It was a bit like stepping back into his own skin. Still, things were fundamentally different -- Mokuba was old enough that he was off in school learning how to carve his own path, and it would be a lie to say that Seto wasn’t empty nesting at least a little bit.

Being a top tier Mafia boss has its pros and cons. Mostly cons if someone disobeyed him. It was rare, but it was occasional. He doesn’t complain though, it gives him something to do. And relieves any aggression too. So make that a pro instead. 

A big con of his is when mafioso’s try to pick on his kid. Then they’re looking for a death wish. 

He sat at his desk, focusing on the paperwork in front of him. He was almost done and then he has a meeting right afterwords. He can’t deny that he misses being on the field. It gave a sort of adrenaline rush whenever he was out doing business. 

He was nearly done until he heard a knock on his door. Well, a break wouldn’t hurt anybody. He placed the pen down and stretched in his chair, letting out an audible groan of satisfaction. 

“Come in.” 

Virginia stopped walking. “Does that sound like a friend thing?” She didn’t think so.