The Model Worker's Daily Life

On the day of Arahabaki, the explosion not only obliterated an entire district, it also blew a hole in space and time... In a certain world of scientific reasoning, a Top killer was deeply affected. His already turbulent life became even harder to put into words. As if he had suddenly gained the ability to see everything, he started noticing things that ordinary people couldn't, such as another world, and a certain "ghost": Chuya. None of that mattered. The real problem was: Just half a year! That seven-year-old kid had somehow grown into a twenty-two-year-old! He might not be very sentimental, but still... The kid grew up way too fast! There's no satisfaction in raising him at all. This game is no good, you don't even get a chance to spend money! When Chuya regained consciousness, the first thing he saw was a man in a black coat, and the dark muzzle of a gun. The moment he met those cold eyes, he attacked on instinct. And then... well, that was it. The attacks were useless on both sides! Later, he learned that the man's name was GIN, and that he was an energetic worker who spent all his time traveling around the world for work. That wasn't important. What mattered was: Hey! It's been fifteen years! Aside from his golden hair turning white, this guy hasn't changed a bit! What? It's only been half a year for you? All right, then... But isn't turning gray in half a year a bit much? [An absolutely passion-fueled work, no logic, OOC. Main POVs: GIN, the big brother of the Organization, and Chuya, an executive in Yokohama. They're both wage slaves. There are absolutely no complicated feelings that make their hearts go doki doki. The story contains many original details. The source material is still ongoing, after all, so a lot of the details are based on guesswork. I'm ready to be proven wrong at any time, so please don't blame me.] Theme: Work can make you forget all your troubles.