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The white lillies of the valley shined against the deep black of the small crowd's suits,just like his cream-colored and lacy covered suit contrasted against the black rug he was walking on.
His steps were slow,consistent, and confident,hiding the hesitation growing in his stomach. The room was in complete silence,making him grow more anxious, which each step.
Slowly, he looked up to the altar,where he thought he would find his soon to be wedded,but there was only emptiness. He couldn't know if he felt relieved or more anxious.
The altar where there was nothing except the priest who stood behind it. An old man,with grey hair slicked back and a hand on his mouth as if he was itching for a cig.
Bad habits die hard,chuuya shrugged it off as he finally settled at the side of the altar. It felt lonely here at the empty altar,so he let his eyes glance around.
There were all type of people, but they all wore that same boring,classic black suit,as if it was a requirement.
Chuuya barely had the time to sigh when the door by which he came in opened again, revealing a masked ,suit wearing guy. They walked a few feet on the black rug before taking a seat in an empty chair that chuuya had failed to notice.
Then another man entered,holding himself confident, proud,as if nothing could kill him. He was wearing an easygoing smile and the same black suit as the other,the only difference was the scarf around his neck. Its deep scarlet colour made it seems like he was bleeding from his neck.
At his sight, everyone stood up,in the same motions, then kneeled in front of their chair. They stay like this for the exact same amount of time and once again they stood up and sat back down,like a fucking hive mind.
The brown haired man ,who was with no doubt in chuuya's mind, the boss of the Port mafia, strolled slowly and unbothered toward the altar where the red head was already waiting.
He flashed a light-hearted smile to chuuya as he settled across him. The man had brown hair and a brown eye,yes, because the other was covered with bandages. He didn't look as old as chuuya thought he would be. But chuuya was right about the manipulative and smug gleam in his eye,the boss of the Port mafia was already observing him as if he was an open book or a small prey he was after.
Uncomfortable with the other's gaze,chuuya looked at the grey haired man,who was already speaking despite chuuya not noticing. The older man's eyes were passing between chuuya and the other with a curious look as if he wondered how this wedding could happen and to be completely honest, chuuya had no idea either.
A few weeks back, during a raid on a mafia's shipping, almost half of the sheep's member got captured. Chuuya tried fighting them but the member used some kind of sedative on him, which made him unable to use his ability. The thought of it still made him angry. Then, while he was in the fog, an executive that he could not remember striked him a deal.
The sheep liberty for an alliance with the mafia.
He doesn't remember the part where it said marriage, but there he was,and he could only blame himself. He had accepted the deal without voting with the sheeps who weren't captured.
Chuuya Snapped back to reality when he heard the man in front of him. His voice was mellow,curious as if he was amused by the situation.
"I ,Dazai Osamu,take Chuuya nakahara to be my lawfully wedded."
Chuuya eyes widened, wait ,that fast ? Wasn't there supposed to be vows or something.
Chuuya look up at the brown haired man,Dazai, then to the old man officiating their marriage.
"Chuuya Nakahara, do you take Dazai osamu to be you lawfully wedded ?"
The man asked,voice monotonous, eyes drilled unto chuuya. The red head felt himself gulps. He only had two words to say,two and his sheeps would be free,two and everything would go back to the way it was. Then why did chuuya hesitated. He looked back at Dazai, who was smiling smugly, like a cat who got the cream.
"I do."
There was a moment of silence then people started to clap politely but dazai had other plans,he was staring at Chuuya,the red head starring back,unable to tear his eyes away.
The brunet glanced at the older man ,mouthing a few words. 'Anything else, Hirotsu ?' The older nodded ,took a deep breath ,which made the crowd quiet down.
"You may kiss the spouse."
Before chuuya could react, Dazai's hand slithered to the red-head cheek. He slowly but not unkindly pulled the shorter closer.
He turned them so the crowd wouldn't see, and instead of pushing his tongue in the other mouth like chuuya imagined he would he simply pressed his lips to the side of his mouth. It was strangely not a bad feeling,still the red head pulled away as soon as it was done. Then he stood as straight as a stick ,he didn't know what he was supposed to be.
Dazai let out a huff of amusement at chuuya's awkwardness before subtly putting his hand on the smaller's back making him move. Chuuya gave him a death glare but still followed.
The polite applause had started again and continued until they were at the door. Before passing through ,the boss turned to his subordinates with a grand motion.
"Thank you all for coming," he started voice light-hearted before he fell back into a cold, serious tone. "Go back to work."
He then snapped his finger, and everyone went back into motion,as if they were frozen up a few second ago.
The masked guy dazai had entered with reappeared beside them,they spoke in a low voice as dazai started walking again,still pulling chuuya along.
"Congratulations."
They followed as Dazai, who arbored a wide smile,lead chuuya to an elevator. The brunet scanned a white card against a small box next to the metal doors which made them open. With one last push the brunet pushed chuuya,who groaned, inside.
The masked guy went in with them. Once the door closed behind them,dazai started to speak as if chuuya wasn't right there. The elevator started going up.
"Take the sheep out of their pen,to the dormitory, they'll start working soon.
-yes,sir."
Chuuya growled with frustration.
"-what ?! We agreed on protection and ignorance not fucking work !
-same thing,same thing."
The brunet discarded easily with a motion of the hand,chuuya growled.
"Fucker,that's not at all what we agreed on !
-and ? You have to understand Chuuya,you and your sheeps are a small organization,sorry , a group of teenagers who like to annoy bigger groups to seem intimidating. You married in the port mafia port,the boss of it, by your own Accord. So take responsibility for you and your miserable group. They'll work here until I find a better use for them or you kill me."
Chuuya had the very tempting envy to punch a wall or a pretty face.
"-fuck off that's not even what we agreed on ! We said that this was a marriage of convenience,I very clearly agreed that I would be the only one the mafia could use ,not the sheep !
-Chuuya,Chuuya,Chuuya, sheeps are simply minded creatures,they follow their Shepard and do as he command. Chuuya, can you guess who the Shepard of this flock is ?"
The red head groaned with anger at the other threatening tone ,he wanted nothing more than to bash Dazai into the nearest wall untill his death for touching his friends but with that other guy in the elevator ,it was too dangerous. The masked man had,even if subtly, had already grabbed a knife from the holder around their tigh.
"-I'm going to kill you,we didn't agree on any of that."
He settled on instead,the anger brewing in his stomach. His first itched for a punch.
"I want to see my friends."
He barked instead of punching. Dazai gasped as if he had been shoot,which panicked the two other in the contained space, but then a wide smug smile appeared on his face.
"-ah ! Chuuya wants to leave his husband alone the night of their wedding?
-thats not—
-how hurt am I to see this,my husband doesn't want to spend the night with me.
-I'm not—
-but no,Chuuya,I can't allow you to see your lambs,not now at least."
As he stopped speaking te elevator dinged and the steel doors started to open, slowly. The brunet turned to the masked guy with a easy going smile.
"Gin,darling,show chuuya the way of his room,will ya?
-yes,sir."
The masked man gave a little nod as the brunette walked out of the elevator. Chuuya growled.
"What ?! Where are you going.
-I'm a busy man,chuuya ,I need to work."
He answered, voice smug and joyful.
"Oh, so you can go where you want but can't?"
Dazai's face lit up with a small threatening smile as he looked down at the smaller,
"-of course,I'm the boss after all."
He said before the elevator closed in front of him. The red head let out a groan of frustration,he really wanted to punch something.
The elevator started going up again before chuuya could react. He tightened his hand in a ball,nails digging in his skin so he wouldn't break the overly expensive elevator. As they were going up,the masked man,who was readjusting his mask, started speaking. They weren't looking at him.
"Your room is on the 30th floor ,the left wing. Here's your key card "
They handed a small white card,similar to Dazai's, and chuuya took it with precautions.
"It permits you to access most rooms and activate the elevators so you can go up and down."
Chuuya looked at it,it's looked like any other electronic card. White with one black line on one side,small enough to be held in one hand,thin enough to be put in a phone case.
"Don't lose it.
-I won't,thank you man— miss— ma'am—?"
Chuuya stopped himself from more embarrassment as he fell silent and looked down before looking back at the other. They were eyeing the red head.
"-Just...call me Gin.
-yeah,sorry. Thanks, Gin..."
Chuuya looked away as his cheek burned with embarrassment. He hadn't meant to miss gender the other,and he felt like burying himself in the floor.
But he didn't have time to keep reminiscing as the elevator dinged again, and the metal door slowly opened.
Quietly, Gin walked out of the elevator, glancing over their shoulder to silently tell chuuya to follow them. The redhead did,there was nothing else he could do anyway.
Even if he wanted more than anything go see the sheeps,the boss,ew, had told him no, and he didn't think that Gin would disrespect order and let chuuya see them. He took a few step toward Gin.
The corridor they were in was completely white, there was no stain nor marks that would make it look habituated or something. It put off Chuuya.
At the end of the corridor, were two black doors with silver handle on each side. Gin opened the one on the left with their own white card.
Chuuya eyed the card as they put it back on the pocket they had on the shirt with an elegant motion.
"That's my room ?"
Chuuya asked in an apprehensive tone. The other nodded.
"-Does everyone has a key to my room ?
-no ,just me and the boss,as well as people who might find your card if you loose it.
-ok ,I understood that I had to be careful with it,no need to push.
-just making sure." Gin walked in the room and Chuuya followed.
The red head expected a dilapidated room,with no furniture and barely any warmers, but he was surprised to find a modern,sparse living room,with a very comfy looking sofa and a TV on the wall.
the far wall of the living room had an open kitchen ,with an oven,a stove, and everything you find in a kitchen. There were two more doors on the left wall. they looked the same as the entrance door, but they lacked the thickness that the entrance one had.
Chuuya stood a few seconds on the doorstep,taking in the luxury that was this room. Gin went to open the bind on the right wall to reveal two windows that took all the wall and the view of the city they gave.
Why in hell would the mafia,Dazai in particular, give him a room as good as this one. The red head gaze fell to Gin, who was checking that everything was in order.
As they did,chuuya walked forward,slowly,carefully toward the couch. He let his hand fall to it,it was soft,softer than most things chuuya ever slept on. He could lay on it and never stand up again with how soft it was.chuuya yawned.
The redhead just noticed how much he needed sleep,he had been awake for the past 24 hours because he was worried about his supposed marriage. He looked back up from the sofa,searching for Gin. The other had moved to the doorstep once chuuya had walked inside. They spoke from where they stood.
"-there's fresh food in the fridge,if you want anything you call this black phone there,they'll bring it directly to your room. There's clean blankets, towels and a suit in the bedroom and bathroom. I am needed somewhere else, I have to go. You ,stay in your room and don't try to go anywhere.
-what if I do."
Gin's eyes furrowed, but they didn't say anything.
"-I will probably be the one to come get you when your needed,so we'll see each other later. Have a nice night."
Gin said before closing the door behind themselves, leaving chuuya alone in the grand living room. He stayed still,looking at the closed door for a while.
Then, like a snap ,he started moving again. In a hurry, he looked around,checking every conner and hidden spot of the apartment type thing Dazai gave him.
There wasn't anything suspicious, no access outside or inside Gin didn't tell him about,the windows were closed shut,not to be opened. There's nothing suspicious,nothing at all, and it left chuuya baffled.
'Why would the port mafia offer one of their enemy an apartment this good if its not to kill them.'
As the red head panted,after looking around frenetically for a good ten minutes,his eyes fell to the two doors he had yet to open.
He carefully stepped toward them and opened the one to the right first,it revealed a room,not as big as the living room but at still very big,with a bed almost half the size of the room and a drawer on the side of it.
The blanket looked soft and fluffy, covered in a cream colored duvet cover adorned with two big and fluffy pillows. It looked even more welcoming than the sofa.
Chuuya wanted nothing more than jump in it and cover himself with all this fluff. Instead of letting his temptation take the best of him ,he went back to the other door.
He opened it, not expecting anything, but it revealed a beautiful modern bathroom. The walls were covered in grey tiles on the walls. On one side, there was a marble bathtub,in the back was an Italian shower and a marble sink opposite of the bath.
On the clean sink was a glass with all for the dental hygiene in, then beside it was two fluffy towels and a black silky yukata on top of it.
Chuuya slowly walked toward the sink,carefully he grabbed the yukata. Despite living in Japan, he never actually had his own yukata,this one was very silky,to a point it was maybe a bit uncomfortable and is seems as if it is too big on him.
He wrapped it around him,over the beige suit he was still wearing. The silky tissue went down under his knee. As chuuya watched it more and more, he noticed it looked more like a bathrobe than a yukuta.
Deception made chuuya's shoulders fall, but he didn't let it stay for long,it didn't matter.
He pulled it off and messily let it fall back on the towel pile,chuuya then turned to the bathtub. He was really tired and the bed next door was calling him but he needed a shower and he really wanted to try that marble bath.
Slowly, he let his hand grab unto the faucet he turned it on,the water started to run, and the noise of the water hitting the bottom of the bath begin to fill the room. The red head glanced around the room one last time before he started to pull his suit off.
The somehow heavy suit jacket fell to the floor with a muffled noise. chuuya slowly unbuckled his belt ,pulling his pants and boxer off all at once. Quickly, he slipped his thin legs in the bath,gripping unto the edge of the bath to not fall. He lowered himself in the warm water as it started to wrap him in a comfortable heat up to his shoulders.
Chuuya turned the faucet off once the water was up to his neck,it felt so good,like covered in a warm and flexible cocoon.
It's was the redhead first bath,and he never loved a sensation this much. He let out a contented sigh.
For the first time since the mafia captured the sheep,chuuya felt relaxed.
He let his head fall back on the edge of the bath,close his eyes,and brought his knees up to his chest.
This felling,this sensation, the warm water on his skin,the relaxation in his bone reminded of something he couldn't reach. Something buried so deep in his mind,his memory itself didn't want to bring it up, but for now, it didn't matter. He would relax and deal with everything else tomorrow.
He stayed in the bathtub until the water started to turn cold,when he start to get goosebumps and shiver he started to move again. He stood up,letting the water drip of his body back in the bathtub.
He grabbed one of the towel ,the other falling on the floor,and wrapped it around his shoulder then he kneeled beside the tub to plunge his hair in the water. He passed his hand in the cold water to make sure all his mass of hair wet.
He pulled them out dripping water everywhere on the floor and took the other towel rub his head with. Once he wasn't dripping like a wet dog anymore,he stood up again,wrapped the yukata-bathrobe around himself.
He glanced at his discarded clothes on the floor as he opened the bathroom door. He would pick them up later.
He closed the door behind him,in front of him was the big windows and the night-time view of Yokohama. It was all so familiar but it felt all so different.
Slowly the red head walked to the window,he pressed his hand to the glass,looking at all the buildings around, the small streets underneath who light up in the dark sky. Chuuya sighed before he closed the blind to make the fantastic view disappear.
He went back to the doors ,this time opening the bedroom door,he pushed himself unto the bed,barely closing the door behind him.
The bed felt like cloud or a paradise, or maybe both,chuuya missed this comfort he never had before and his relaxation, he closed his eyes. He didn't even have the force remaining to pull the warn and fluffy blankets over him.
Slumber took him to a dreamless land were neither the mafia nor the sheep existed. A land were chuuya slept in a field of white lillies.