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Both the Armed Detective Agency and the Port Mafia had recently been repeatedly failing to apprehend a new gifted criminal. Therefore, they decided to work together to catch them this time.
The two groups had figured out the villain’s next target— a popular annual festival where couples went for multiple days to celebrate their being together. After they learned this, the rival groups met up, leading to the current situation.
Six sat at the tables. Chuuya, Kouyou, Yosano, and Dazai were near each other, while Mori and Fukuzawa stayed at the head of the table.
The former collective had each expressed their dissatisfaction with the current plan.
“Do we really have to pretend to be a couple? That feels so weird…” Chuuya muttered for what must have been the dozenth time.
Mori sighed again. “It’s not like you have to do anything. If you aren’t okay with the partners, change them, but I doubt you’ll find a different match more to your liking.”
Currently, the pairs were the two from each group together. Although the point was brought up that they’d had more of a family-esque relationship, Fukuzawa had just argued that it would make it easier to pretend to be in a romantic relationship.
Many complaints were raised, but in the end, nobody could think of a better solution, so the plan was set.
Unfortunately, despite Chuuya and Dazai’s complaints about that plan, they both would have preferred it significantly over what actually ended up happening.
A couple days after that meeting, there was an attack. The two women part of the original plot had been together, preparing, when they were ambushed by an ability user. He had some weird gift, similar to Pushkin’s virus one, that inflicted a sickness upon those affected. The sickness would eat at the host’s health and leave them weak and dying until either the infected died or the ability was somehow stopped. Finding and stopping the perpetrator was made a priority. In the meantime, Yosano’s ability would keep them alive, but in the end, by the day of the festival, both girls were still afflicted with the virus. This left the issue of how Dazai and Chuuya alone could get in.
Thankfully, an adaptation was quickly made to the plan.
They would go in as a couple.
“What the hell?! There’s no way I’m going in with that mackerel!”
“Please, you should be grateful. You’re getting the chance of a lifetime while I get stuck with borderline torture!”
The two traded annoyed jabs, livid with their current task.
“And we’re both men!” Chuuya protested. “How’s that gonna work, huh?”
The edge of the Port Mafia boss’s lip curled up in a mischievous smile that immediately made the redhead regret asking.
“What’s that look for...?”
A few hours later and Chuuya’s hair was adjusted to a more feminine style, a skirt on his waist, and—
“What the fuck?! No way!”
Obviously, to play the role of the female, he’d need fake breasts…
His anger was not helped by Dazai’s non-stop laughing.
“Hahahaha..! Great! Absolutely wonderful! You should do this more often, Chuuya! Hahaha…”
“Shut the hell up, asshole! You’re lucky we have to do this together, because otherwise, I would’ve beaten you to death by now!” The shorter man said aggressively.
“Hahaha…”
Mori intercepted the two before they could start really fighting, then turned back to Chuuya. “It’s a necessary addition. Otherwise, the whole costume is useless.”
“Then how about I just get rid of the whole thing…?”
At this point, his questions were rhetorical. The mafia executive’s complaints had already been ignored countless times. It didn’t take all that much longer to convince him to put on the entire outfit.
Once both of the duo were ready, they were sent to the front of the festival, prepared to go in.
“Haha, Chuuya, have you tried a female voice? I’ve heard you do it before!”
The redhead was already fed up with Dazai’s comments from having to put up with them the entire way to the celebration.
“Just shut up!”
The detective just laughed. “Come on! You’re going to need to use it around people, may as well start now~~”
There was silence for a few seconds.
“Shut up!” Chuuya repeated, in a high-pitched, squeaky voice, that left the brunet doubling over with amusement.
From there on, the mafia executive continued using that same voice. “What do we do now? The festival won’t start for another couple of hours.”
Stifling his laughter momentarily, Dazai responded, “The president and Mori set us up with a hotel. We should go check it out.”
He walked away without waiting for a response. Chuuya hurried after him, muttering under his breath something about how it was unfair they'd told Dazai but not him.
The pair searched for the hotel, and upon finding it, marveled at its lavish appearance.
After checking in with the receptionist, they got the keycard to their room, and made their way up the elevator and down the hall.
“Huh, so here it is. Seems smaller than I expected…”
“We haven’t gone in yet, slug. Be patient.” The bandaged man said, bored.
“Shut up…”
After a slightly embarrassing struggle by the mafia executive, he managed to open the door with the card.
“Woah, it’s pretty nice,” the detective commented. “Ima go investigate all the rooms.
“No way, I’m coming with you! I won’t let you claim the best room for yourself…!”
Chuuya chased after Dazai as they both walked around the rooms.
They briefly checked the other rooms, until finally arriving at the last. The redhead couldn’t help but feel something was off.
It only dawned on him as the taller man pushed open the final door.
“No way…” Chuuya trailed off, letting Dazai finish his sentence.
“…this is the only bed room!”