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Mori blew a puff of smoke into the air, setting the cigar down, glancing at both Chuuya and Dazai. He smirked as he placed the cigar down on the ashtray, hands clasped together.
“You two have a mission together,” Mori said. “Your objective is to assassinate the leader of a rival organization, Woeful Angels, that has been targeting us for the past month or so for whatever reason he possesses.”
The rival organization was made up of only seven members, each representing one of the seven deadly sins. Their leader, Lucifer, was a cunning man, prideful man. He was someone who could look death in the eyes without fear. Of course, there were others who stood by his side wielding powerful abilities.
A/N: Skip this part if you want. It's just an explanation of the seven members.
Ciel, the embodiment of Gluttony. His skill is named: ‘The Song of Beelzebub’ which allows him to consume anything within 100 meters. Whether it be people, buildings, or even roads, he can eat it all. Of course, he could never be full. The junk is stored within an infinite void, thus never satisfying him.
Manon, the embodiment of Greed. Her skill is named: ‘Petals of a thousand yellow roses’. She steals the powers of others and holds them in her body for long periods of time. Unfortunately for her, she can only wield two as more could make her body explode from overexertion. She is the greediest out of everybody so she tends to not think when stealing abilities. The powers will be returned after she’s done playing.
Ozzy, the embodiment of Lust. His skill is named: ‘By the Oleander tree’, a deadly but beautiful skill which allows the wielder to make the victim fall in love with their most trusted one but die of heartbreak after rejection, or die from the excitement of requited love. Their heartbeat goes miles and miles until their body can’t take it anymore and they explode into those beautiful, bloodied petals.
Ikari, the embodiment of Wrath, possesses an ability named: “The Fall of the Sun”. This ability lets her conjure up fire with temperature equivalent to the Sun’s. She can lay one finger on her victims and they can go right up into flames. Her ability also affects her so she tends to stay away from deadly temperatures. She can only activate it whenever she’s pissed off.
Levi, the embodiment of Envy. He possesses a medical ability, the power to heal anyone instantly: ‘Leviathan’s Chambers’. It can only be activated when Levi’s jealous of something or someone which is…always. He’s pathetic and gay.
Polypageia, the embodiment of sloth. He can turn anyone’s bones into fluid, leaving them as a lump of meat: ‘Cherlone’s punishment’’. He has to touch the victim for their bones to become a fluid. Unfortunately, he’s always too lazy to move and do things.
And lastly, Lucifer. The embodiment of pride. He has the power to destroy anything with just a touch of his fingers, hence why he always wears gloves to protect the other members. This ability, Fallen Halo, isn’t that invincible, of course. He can only destroy certain things of the alphabet each day, meaning he gets 26 uses everyday (I genuinely don’t know what I was trying to do here I was just pulling shit out of my ass).
These members were feared for their wrath, especially Ozzy. Fallen angels with dangerous abilities, they were once God’s favorites but fell as their main assets took over them.
A/N: Okay, back to the story cause idk what else to write.
Chuuya scoffed, arms crossed. “Boss, you seriously care about some petty organization who just wants to scare us?”
Chuuya wasn’t the one who really thought things through carefully. The Woeful Angels had bigger intentions than just threatening the mafia, even Dazai knew that.
“Oh, Chuuya, it’s alright. I know it’s hard to understand, so I’ll break it down for you,” Dazai says, placing a gloved hand on Chuuya’s shoulder. Chuuya scowled, shoving Dazai back a few steps.
“I’m not an idiot, I can comprehend things without your help!” Chuuya blabbered. Mori let out a cough to get the duo’s attention. He tried really hard not to stab them with a pen as their childish bickering had been getting on his nerves lately.
“Bicker somewhere else, but this is important. The Woeful Angels are hosting a masquerade and I want you two to attend it to behead the boss and/or wipe out the entire organization. I do want you guys to be careful, their abilities are no joke. Especially the one who wields those lustful powers. One touch, one of you could turn into flowers.” Mori informed, drawing a flower in the air with his finger. His explanation made Dazai squirm with excitement.
“Do you really mean it, boss? That ability user can make anyone go up into petals?” Dazai exclaimed excitedly. He wasn’t excited because of the thrill of defeating a powerful enemy, no. He was excited because this was his chance of dying by the hands of a beautiful woman, or so he thought the user was a woman.
“I get to die by the hands of a woman, isn’t that so lovely, slug?” Dazai says, striking a dramatic pose. Chuuya just rolled his eyes, approaching the older man in front of him.
“So it’s going to be a masquerade, huh? You got masks for us?” Chuuya asks. Mori’s lips curved into a smirk, one that Chuuya doesn’t trust.
“Of course I do. Elise made them beforehand, please wear them so Elise doesn’t throw a tantrum…” Mori begged, sighing like a disappointed father. Elise was in her room doing who knows what.
Chuuya pitied the man a little, knowing how hard it is to take care of a pampered child. “I gotcha boss. When’s the time? What’s the location?”
Mori explained everything to the duo, the time, the location, their outfits.
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Chuuya looked in the mirror, checking out his outfit. He wore a black shirt and a chest strap underneath the wine-red vest with an extra piece of cloth at the back to mimic a train-dress. It was a tight fit, accentuating his body, specifically his snatched waist. He wore smooth, baggy pants with platform shoes and black gloves to top off his outfit. Oh, and we can’t forget about the sparkling black mask topped with a large feather and dangly jewels acting like a veil to cover the lower half of his face.
A/N: I can’t describe his outfit correctly.
He took a deep breath and left his penthouse. He made it down to Dazai who was waiting outside the limousine. When Dazai laid his eyes on Chuuya, he felt a lump form in his throat, heartbeat getting faster and faster.
“Wow, Chuuya, you look gorgeous,” Dazai says, smirking. Chuuya really does look gorgeous, breathtakingly stunning it made Dazai a bit jealous of whoever laid their eyes on Chuuya.
Chuuya rolled his eyes, stepping into the car. “We’re going to be late.”
Dazai chuckled, climbing into the car and sitting on the opposite end. Chuuya crossed his legs, raising an eyebrow as he checked out Dazai’s outfit.
Dazai wore a boring suit with a black dahlia stitched onto his pocket. His mask was similar to what the Phantom wore in the Phantom of the Opera, covering the right side of his face. The design was simple but pretty. It was embroidered with black lining drawn like a flower and there was a feather and a flower, topping off his look.
Who knew Dazai could pull off such a simple look.
“You don’t look that bad. Could’ve been more creative with the suit, but the mask fits,” Chuuya said.
Dazai smirked and said in a teasing voice “Oh, Chuuya likes my appearance? Perhaps I should dress like this more.”
The car ride was short, it didn’t take long for them to arrive at a tall building with flashing lights and music roaring. Dazai stepped out first and held the door for Chuuya like a gentleman.
Chuuya stepped out of the car, looking behind to make sure his floor-length tailcoat didn’t get stuck in the door.
Dazai narrowed his eyes, a slight smile creeping up as he took Chuuya’s gloved hand in his. “Let’s go in and find out about these…Woeful Angels.”
They stepped into the magical place of enchantment. It was a dark place with slow, romantic music playing in the background. Crystals hung from above, pillars making the shape of the room and candles were the only light source. There was a balcony too, filled with people chatting and sipping on fancy wine.
A/N: I had no idea how to describe the room. Bear with me here.
Chuuya’s breath hitched as he drank in the lovely view. His hand clenched between Dazai’s.
“What a lovely party, am I right, Chuuya?” Dazai asks, looking back at his partner, witnessing the astonishment on his face. He chuckled, pulling Chuuya onto the dance floor.
Chuuya shrieked as he was pulled, slamming into Dazai’s chest. “Dazai, what the fuck?!”
Dazai snickered, hand reaching towards Chuuya’s delicate waist, his hand reaching for Chuuya’s. “We are here for a mission. Not to dance!” Chuuya scowled.
Dazai pressed Chuuya’s body closer to his. “I’m aware, we’re just dancing until we caught eye of this ‘Lucifer’ boss was talkin’ about,” said Dazai.
Chuuya rolled his eyes, following Dazai’s crooked steps. Unlike Dazai, Chuuya knew how to waltz because of Kouyou demanding that he should learn just in case.
“Your steps are all over the place. I’ll teach you how to waltz,” Chuuya said. He put a hand on Dazai’s shoulder, guiding his body to the correct direction.
Dazai’s eyes softened before playfully spinning Chuuya around and then pulling him back. Chuuya let out a grunt as he was forcibly pulled into Dazai’s chest.
“What the hell is with you?!” Chuuya yelled.
Dazai let out a laugh. “And off you go!” Dazai pushed Chuuya back, landing on someone.
Chuuya groaned in pain before looking back at the person he fell on, quickly apologizing.
“Goodness, I’m sorry, my partner—oh.” Chuuya’s eyes widened. He recognized those blood-red eyes despite the mask hiding his face. It was Lucifer, the Angel of Pride.
Lucifer furrowed his brows, wiping off the nonexistent dirt off of his suit. “It’s alright, try not to act rashly next time. This is a formal ball.”
Chuuya nodded, smiling awkwardly. Lucifer stood up, offering a hand to Chuuya which he gladly took.
Before he could speak a word, strong hands cupped his face. Chuuya was shocked. He was not expecting this outcome.
Lucifer tilted Chuuya’s head up and then to the side. He glared into Chuuya’s eyes, noticing the different eye colors.
“You’re quite special, I can tell. You’re quite the looker, but goodness, those hideous eyes and freckles do not compliment your features,” criticized Lucifer.
This made Chuuya chuckle awkwardly in embarrassment. Specks of red flushed his cheeks. He wasn’t exactly insecure of his appearance, definitely not his heterochromia. His blue and brown eyes were considered lovely to many people, even to Dazai.
But his freckles? Nobody usually mentions his freckles until now which sparked a deep throb in his stomach.
“Well, I can’t help it, can I? I was born this way,” Chuuya says. He swore he was going to use his ability on this man later.
Lucifer raised a brow. “I suppose you’re right. Though, you are quite small.” Lucifer chuckled.
Chuuya felt a vein pop but kept his cool. “Yes, I am quite…small.”
Lucifer smiled, offering his hand to Chuuya.
“I’ve taken quite an interest, Mr….?”
“Nakahara.”
“Mr. Nakahara. Your beauty has baffled me to no extent. Shall we have this dance?” Lucifer asks, smirking. Chuuya placed his hand on Lucifer’s, earning a kiss on the hand.
Chuuya’s eye twitched as he was, yet again, pulled towards the boss. Unlike Dazai, this man was skilled at dancing, probably better than Chuuya. Lucifer’s hand rested on Chuuya’s waist, hand intertwined within the other. Chuuya was so close to him that he could hear his heartbeat.
“Could you not push me around?” Chuuya muttered, hoping that Lucifer did not hear.
He did, in fact, hear.
Fuck those elf-ish ears.
“I like pushing people around, it brings me joy. But to see that annoyed look on your face, I’ll gladly stop.” Lucifer says, tightening his grip on Chuuya. Surprisingly, Lucifer was very respectful. Unlike a certain bandaged loser.
“My, now that I look at you, your tiny splatters of dots really compliment your face. And those eyes of yours, I feel as though I am drowning in them,” he complimented.
Chuuya grimaced. First, he thought his freckles and eyes were hideous. What’s with the sudden change?
Chuuya couldn’t help but ask “what’s with the sudden change, huh? You said my features were hideous, unsightly.”
Lucifer chuckled, palm creeping up to cup Chuuya’s cheek. Chuuya felt something in him. What was it? He couldn’t pinpoint it.
But it was definitely not love. Perhaps disgust?
This was going nowhere. Perhaps he should spice things up a bit. It’d be fun watching Dazai get jealous. He could feel his glare and hatred from a mile away and he could tell it made a few people uncomfortable.
Chuuya leaned into the touch, pulling off his gentlest smile. Lucifer raised a brow, smirking at Chuuya’s action as he leaned in closer.
“I’ve taken quite a liking to you. Shall we go somewhere more private?” Lucifer suggests with hope in his tone.
Chuuya froze. Private? What were they going to do in private?
Dazai better kill Lucifer quickly.
Unfortunately, rejecting the offer might seem suspicious so with a fake smile he accepted.
Meanwhile, Dazai has squeezed onto his wine glass so hard that it shattered, leaving tiny glass shards embedded in his hand. There was a murderous aura around him and it was clear that everyone sensed it.
He didn’t mind the pain in his hand, but hated the pain in his chest that throbbed every time Lucifer caressed Chuuya in places he shouldn’t.
Dazai almost flinched when Lucifer took Chuuya away. He had to know where they were going. He snuck through the crowd, still keeping an eye on the two. He pushed many women and men away coldly. He wasn’t the type to care for others when it comes to Chuuya. He glanced around and saw that they both went into a private room.
Private.
That wasn’t good. He swiftly made his way over, ear pressed against the door, attempting to hear the conversation inside.
“My dear, let me remove your glamorous mask and allow me to witness your beauty,” Lucifer says. Chuuya mumbled something but Dazai couldn’t hear. He guessed Chuuya agreed since he heard something drop to the floor.
He quickly grabbed his Bobby pin and worked on the lock, expertly busting it open with just a few tweaks. He snuck into the room quietly, standing right in front of them.
He scowled, noticing how close the two were. He glanced around the chamber. Chuuya’s vest was on the floor along with his choker and mask.
Lucifer then spoke up, “you’re even lovelier with your mask off…goodness.”
Dazai’s eye twitched. This wretched vermin dared to compliment Chuuya? Chuuya was his to compliment. Not some wannabe devil from a religion Dazai thought was suspicious and didn’t make any sense at all.
A/N: Just to clear things up, I do NOT believe in the Christian God nor do I have the desire to disrespect Christianity. If what I typed offends you, I am deeply sorry. I just thought that was how Dazai would react to Christianity. Believe what you want to believe.
Lucifer got close to Chuuya and kissed his neck.
It was almost Dazai’s last straw. Actually, it was. He took out his gun and blasted Lucifer’s head off.
Chunks of flesh flew. The body sprayed a dazzling, lovely red color of blood, tainting Dazai and Chuuya. The body then went limp, falling onto Chuuya. He grimaced, pushing the body off of him.
“Fuckin’ finally. You took forever,” Chuuya said, wiping off the blood from his face with a handkerchief that was hidden in his pocket. He threw it somewhere on the bed and picked up his mask, wiping the excess blood with his sleeve and placed it on his face, looking back at Dazai who seemed to be dripping with rage.
“Chuuya, that was quite the show you’ve put on,” Dazai said, narrowing his eyes. Chuuya rolled his eyes, stepping out of the door. Dazai followed after.
Chuuya was about to speak a word, but before he could, Dazai snuck an arm around his waist and leaned closely, breath tickling Chuuya’s ear which made him shiver a bit. “Be a good dog for me and wipe out the other six members of this organization, yeah?”
Chuuya’s ears turned red and pulled a roundhouse kick to Dazai’s head out of annoyance and embarrassment. Dazai, knowing his every move, dodged just in time and faked a smile. Chuuya furrowed his brow, grunting, “boss said we only need to kill the leader. Why waste our time on the other six?”
“It’s quite simple, but of course a Slug like you wouldn’t be able to comprehend it,” Dazai teased, dodging a punch from Chuuya.
“What if the other members come for us because we killed their boss, hm? It’d be trouble for the Port Mafia since they have some users with dangerous abilities. Oh, Chuuya, what if the King of Lust puts you under his spell and makes you fall in love with me? That’d be devastating! Who could love an idiot like you?” Dazai did a dramatic pose, hand on his forehead, tilting back. It was as if falling in love with Chuuya was his worst nightmare.
Chuuya scoffed, successfully kicking Dazai in the shin. “You’d be surprised, Osamu,” Chuuya teased, whispering the last word sensually.
Dazai froze, unable to speak nor move. Did Chuuya really call him Osamu? It was unbelievable. Chuuya Nakahara, Port Mafia executive, the most powerful ability user in Yokohama, called him Osamu.
Chuuya giggled at Dazai’s expression, snapping his fingers to make him focus back. “Wait for me out front, I’ll be quick.”
He then left Dazai standing there, shocked, heart thumping at a questionable pace.
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A while later, Chuuya made his way out of the ball, reeking in the foul scent of blood and flesh. It was an unsightly appearance, but Dazai paid no mind. Chuuya looked stunning, in Dazai’s eyes.
The way the blood dripped from his rusty-colored hair, moon blessing him with its light to show off his ominous aura and striking beauty. Chuuya was just so…pretty. Pretty like a renaissance painting, blessed by Aphrodite herself.
Dazai’s cheeks were tinted red as his eyes bore deep into Chuuya’s. He noticed Chuuya’s staggering breath, hunched back, and drowsy expression. He opened his arms wide, allowing Chuuya to pounce on him.
“You slug, you reek of corpses,” Dazai says, holding Chuuya tightly. He turned around where the limousine was and placed Chuuya down on the seat gently. Their chauffeur was about to speak up on the blood staining his porcelain-white seats but was met with a protective glare from Dazai, warning him not to disturb the sleeping man.
Dazai went in second and sat next to Chuuya, letting him rest on his lap. With a gentle smile, Dazai removed both of their masks, setting them aside. He noticed something strange on Chuuya’s face. He looked closely, wiping some of the wet blood away to get a closer look.
His eyes widened, feeling his body get warm. Chuuya had a sprinkle of lovely stars all over his face. Near his eyes and ears too. Dazai mentally punched himself for not noticing these features earlier, he could’ve teased Chuuya, perhaps even kiss all of them if he had the courage to.
Well, Chuuya’s asleep. Perhaps he can sneak in a few kisses. He leaned down, kissing one freckle. Then another, and another. His soft lips met Chuuya’s before pulling away.
“Stupid slug, why didn’t you tell me you had freckles? I would’ve teased you endlessly, telling you how ugly they look.” Dazai pouted, tucking a strand of hair behind Chuuya’s ear.
“I’ll tell you tomorrow then. Sleep well, Chuuya.” Dazai kissed Chuuya one final time.