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The sound of four shoes patting against hardwood flooring went into the ears of the port Mafia members who stood by as guard promptly saluting the team known as Soukoku as they walked by side by side to the call of Mori Ougai, the head of the port Mafia who sentenced them to another mission together which the pair didn't look excited to attend. Whether is was because they had to do boring old work, or they had to be in each other's company no one knew. But both had a look of boredom and annoyance in their eyes as they were escorted to their bosses office on the very top floor of this tall building.
The building was luxurious to say the least, it was a perfect base for a cliché ‘Super villain’ type. Beautiful and elegant to hide what lies within the halls of the port mafia all surrounded by beautiful glass walls.
From the outside of the door which there boss sat patently, the pair could hear the voice of a young girl in the other room who seemed to be in discontent and rage, making the gingers blue eyes meeting his partner's reddish brown eyes with a look of knowing this was either going to be a very annoying visit to Mori’s office, or just the normal short job run over with Elise’s yelling on the side lines.
Entering the room, Dazai wore a smirk with a wink to the inky haired man who has a gentle looking smile on his face though inside this man didn't lie a gentle being. He was far more relatable to a monster that no one would usually dare to be anything but proper to. But Dazai seemed to kick that ideal out of the ball park every time he seen Mori. Perhaps his indecency for Mori was because Dazai felt Mori held nothing over him by being raised by him. Perhaps he just found Mori’s intimidating energy to be boring now. After all Dazai had a bored look in his eyes almost always. Always half bored but striving for something a little more. Maybe if he ever got to feel the cold chill of Mori’s energy it will give him a small jolt to make him feel a little more alive then he felt now.
Dazai was young, only at the age of 17. But he had loss the innocent look most teenagers had in there eyes. Not many people have seen his eyes any different to say if they ever did have that innocent look.
“Hiya boss~”
“Dazai.” Mori nodded enduring the small punches to his arm from the small cute blonde girl by his side who yapped over and over ‘I hate you Rintaro! I hate you, I hate you, I hate you!’ but the man Elise addressed as ‘Rintaro’ seemed to pay no mind in the slightest. “ Chuuya.” Mori greeted with another smile.
“Boss.” Chuuya bowed lightly, removing his black fedora, pressing it to his chest in polite decency and loyalty.
Dazai nearly rolled his eyes to how Chuuya treated Mori, it was as if he was worth being bowed to. But Chuuya followed the mafia religiously, how Dazais eyes looked bored yet longing, Chuuyas eyes looked to be taken by loyalty for this man. They were bright as always but why they were only confused Dazai. Dazai knew Chuuya was devout to the mafia's ways. Chuuya believed each word fed to him. Each word of being told that the only way he could live was in the dark, for if he sees the light he should surely wither. But yet Dazai could look into his blue eyes and see such light that seemed blinding in comparison to the darkness Chuuya was so devote to.
“ At ease.” Mori noted simply letting Chuuya return to a casual stance with his fedora meeting the top of his head again. “I'm going to assume you know you've been called a job?”
“Yes.” The partners replied in unison.
“Alright then.” The raven haired male shut his eyes in delight as the punching on his arm only intensified as Elise began to imply kicks and grunts with pouts attached. “It's a simple job of seduce and destroy.” Mori said as if the pair had heard these words before.
Well...one of the members have heard this line before. Dazai on the other hand had not.
Dazai could only figure it was for a women target and he'd be doing the seducing here and Chuuya would be doing the destroying. But looking to Chuuya’s face it looked ten times paler than before and almost somewhat sickened. Was it because he had to kill a female? No, Chuuya was an assassin. A dog of the mafia. One order and he'd peruse it with no questions asked. Why did he look this way?
“Your target will be a one of the French drug dealers that have been roaming around. They've been using our name you see to market their own new brand of drugs and have been giving the mafia a rather bad rep. Especially saying these certain dealers have been taking out our members to use some of our stations as a front then following up attacks on innocent women..” Mori said nonchalantly as if he wasn't talking about human lives when he said there members had been ‘taken out’ and women had been forced to do illicit things for these men.
“Who's the one we'll be acting upon?” Dazai questioned with a peaked interest wondering on who this poor women had to be. Such a sad story Dazai would have to commit. To get a girl to fall for him with seduction then soon have her throat slit or be crushed by gravity. It was a tragedy. What a waste of a perfect candidate for a lover's quarrel suicide. A french women as well. Oh how nice it would be to hear sweet french words of death whispered in his ear while her hands were around his bandaged neck.
“ Charon Campanella. Doesn't look like it'll be much of a job. We know where he likes to spend his time and those places are quite loud so slipping a murder in won't be to hard for you two. All we need if you to slip away with our little target, get the memo on where all these drug plants are hidden in the port, then feel free to wipe him out if it suits you. Which it should.” Mori explained throwing a vanilla envelope across his organized desk to Dazai’s hands making a smile appear on his pretty face as he began to open the envelope to show the face of the “women” he'd have to pursue tonight.
“Poor delicate flower such a waste of a life, you could have been such a good candidate for a-” Dazai stopped his speech as he took a look to the papers within hand.
In the corner was a picture.
The picture of their target ‘Charon Campanella’
Thin black hair barely covering the oval head. Small dark brown eyes looking to be reddened from drug habit, slightly wrinkled skin, overweight, and...a black line of hair above his upper lip. A mustache to top this all off.
This face did not belong to a women.
It was in fact a males.
Dazais eyes went blank as did his smile.
“Um...Mori-san…” Dazai muttered as his small partner stood on his tippy toes to see the face Dazai was gawking at. This face only made Chuuya cringe for he knew what Dazai seemed to lack. “You expect me to woo this man with my looks?” He questioned not expecting to be used as bait for male.
“Of Course not.” Mori spoke making Chuuyas cheeks begin to flourish the color pink with blush and the tips of his ears feel hot. Dazai noticed this but didn't question it. “Chuuya will be our bait. All you have to do is stand by and watch. We just need you to go in for the kill and take Chuuya’s arm. After we figured out a party he was attending to which was very exclusive so, it was hard to even find a way in if we wanted to go silently. It's a rich man's gig where they basically show off their young wives and find ways to keep there noses numb with the finest new drugs. So after getting Dazai-kun an invitation to this party, Chuuya here is your plus one.”
Chuuya only blushed farther making Dazai’s dense head go in circles on this situation.
Chuuya was going to be the one seducing?, Well Dazai supposed out of the two, a boy who liked other boys would be more likely to go for the small cute type rather than Dazai who was rather tall and beautifully handsome. But there was something Mori said which made Dazai’s ears perk.
“You said this is a party for old rich men to show their wives right? Then how is Chuuya my plus one?” Dazai tilted his head innocently.
Mori only laughed to this.
“Don't be so dense Dazai-Kun. Chuuya will be playing the role of your wife. It won't be the first time he's passed as a women after all.”
Chuuya’s body went hot as his face went red and he felt like he could faint from embarrassment when looking to his partner face that had gained a grin as a ‘Oooohhhh~’ left his lips, turning his attention to the short ginger.
“Not your first time huh?” Dazai snickered lightly looking to Chuuya’s annoyed stance knowing it was taking all of Chuuya not to slug him across the face with his fist.
“Oh, that's right Dazai-Kun. You didn't attend his other missions. Well there's a first for everything I suppose.” Mori only laughed farther only to get cut off by Elise’s fist on his cheek.
“Pay attention to me Rintaro! Don't ignore me!” She squabbled.
“Oh Elise chan! I'm so sorry! I have work to attend to! Oh! I have a idea! How about you go bring Chuuya to the dressing room and help him find a nice dress to wear for his little date tonight?!” The port mafia's leader cheered hugging Elise close into his arms, pressing her face into his suited chest where the scent of expensive cologne filled her nose as she fought against his overbearing embrace.
Dazai didn't think much of this scene before him. He was to focused on the fact that Chuuya here had cross dressed and Dazai hadn't heard a thing about it nor found a trace of makeup on his childish face to show for it. Dazai felt amazed this had gone down under his nose. But also couldn't help but feel lucky to know he'd be here to see it again and now have that sight of Chuuya disguised being his ‘little’ trophy wife for the night.
Chuuya glared at Dazai knowing his thoughts but he held back the anger and urge to hurt Dazai for Mori's sake as he felt a tug at his coat which hung like a cape over both shoulders. Looking down he saw Elise with a well set almost creepy smile on her face as she pleaded on.
“Come on uncle Chuuya, let's go play dress up!”
“O-oh. Right.” Chuuya stuttered off guard.
“I'll tag along!” Dazai cheared.
“Like hell you will!”
“He can come.” Elise’s smile grew, as she dragged Chuuya through the room Mori used as his office. Dazai followed with an arrogant smile, almost wanting to give thanks to Mori for this one mission. Because even if they fail this mission. It sure was going to be a treat for him.
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“I’m coming out…”
These were words muttered by Chuuya in a rather annoyed tone sense this was the fifth dress he had tried on and no matter how lovely, or glamorous he looked Dazai always wanted to see a new dress on his petite figure, and Elise always agreed and everyone knows in the port mafia that Elise gets what she wants.
Stepping out, Dazai looked Chuuya up and down, taking in every detail that made him want to kick his legs in delight then embrace Chuuya tightly and let everything else come easy.
Looking at Chuuya, Dazai first took in the black patent leather heels that made his short physic a little taller but not by much, black silk like fabric that cut a slit for his gorgeous well toned legs that Dazai never gave so much appreciation to before now, and as the dress went up there was silver embroidered markings, almost like roses, the top was put together with a sweetheart neckline with one shoulder to keep it up, attached to the shoulder was a sheer chiffon train that reached his lower back which was opened up and to drag this all together was a diamond display on his neck in a beautiful necklace that looked like it would cost a arm and a leg to afford.
Chuuya may have been a male, but besides the flat chest there was no telling it in this outfit. He looked flawless and any boy, or girl for that matter would turn a head to stare at him, as Dazai thought this and could only add onto this thought with the thought of how gorgeous Chuuya would look when makeup was applied, not that Chuuya needed make up for Dazai’s taste.
A Moment of silence filled the air along with Elise humming a ‘Hmm…’, thinking up her opinion on this dress.
“Ahh Chuuya, it’s hard to believe you’re really a boy! Are you actually? Tell the truth.” Dazai questioned in tease as he stood from his seat.
“Cheh” Chuuya scoffed, putting his hands on his hips ready to make a speech in retort to Dazai’s words before the small blonde girl kicking her legs happily spoke up first.
“Why are you mad? You’re supposed to look like a girl aren’t you?”
“Exactly!”
“Well whatever, is this a yes or a no? It’s the last dress I have and we don’t have the time to go shopping...man...talk about late notice.” The ginger haired boy sighed at his boss’s late surprise.
“I think this is delightful!” Dazai clapped. “The slit for the leg is a lovely touch, I think any boy would be seduced by it!”
“Oh shut it!” Chuuya exclaimed with blush swallowing his cheeks and his heart beginning to race with such a compliment coming from Dazai’s mouth.
“Why Chuuya? I’m only speaking honesty, It’s hard to believe now that you were ever a boy, your long hair, pretty soft skin that's far to soft for a males mind you, your short stature, and long eyelashes. It was so obvious the whole time that you were a woman all along!” The brunette teased, making Chuuya clench his fist.
“I'm not a lady you bastard!” Chuuya retorted taking Dazai by his white shirt collar, causing him to laugh with both hands up to show he meant no harm to his hot headed partner.
“Calm down Chuuya! Seriously, it was but a joke. You’ll rip your dress the way you're going.”
“Hmph.” Chuuya huffed letting go of Dazai’s collar and crossing his arms as he turn his back to his partner. “So” He spoke in a calmer voice. “Do you have a favorite? Or can I choose?”
“Hmm….” The suicidal brunette hummed. “Well, this one is quite nice I think.”
“Huh?” Chuuya looked back to him with differing opinions. “I thought the red one was nice.”
“Well I think it was to conservative. Not you at all.”
“Huh!!” The hot head exclaimed back to Dazai’s subtle insult. “What do you mean ‘Not you at all!’ I’m plenty conservative!”
“Hmm...maybe. Not really. I don’t think you are at all. You much more sultry or slinky. The ‘first lady’ look doesn’t suit you at all. You’re more like the women who’d be jealous of a ladies jewelry and if you couldn’t steal it you’d simply cut it off her neck and ruin it.” Dazai ranted lightly at the character he was making Chuuya. Of Course Dazai knew Chuuya was rather a gentlemen when it came to women,well he was a gentlemen when it came to anyone but Dazai really, but seeing him in this dress he could only assume by first glance that this women was one that would slit someone's throat or steal someone's man to get what they want, when they want it.
Chuuya only blushed to Dazai’s analysis as he lowered his head the level of his shoulders.
“I don’t think that’s me either...But whatever. I’ll make do with this.” Chuuya sighed. “You on the other hand need a suit.”
“Is this one not fine enough?”
Dazai questioned lifting his arm to show his black suit off that he wore every day for his work.
“I think it’s a nice suit. It’s multi purposeful! It could be for work, a nice date, wedding, or even a funeral! Both in and out of coffin! It’s the whole deal!” Dazai cheered.
“Psh.” Chuuya scoffed. “As if. It’s a bit worn honestly. Mori-san already got you a new suit so just change, and take off some of your bandages would ya?”
“No can do for that last one. But I suppose if you have to spend your night in heels, I’ll spend my night in a stiff suit.” Dazai sighed with a smile as he looked to the blonde haired girl who has been suspiciously quiet. “Elise chan? Anything you’d like to say?”
“No.” She swiftly replied. “I Just want to sleep.” Elise yawned lightly making Chuuya quickly go to her aid with his maternal instinct rather high in comparison to most men.
Elise was only a little girl after all, even if she was a pain in the neck the majority of the time, the mafia all loved her and Chuuya was one of the ones who loved her the most. He saw her as family, and at every order to get her cake, brush her hair and tie it in into bows, slide her into a new dress or a pair of shoes, or even when Elise wanted to play dress up with Chuuya, Chuuya was more than happy to complete Elise’s wishes, and when Elise yawned at need to take a nap Chuuya was of course the first one to want to take a bed out of his back pocket and keep her perfectly comfortable and tuck her in and even read a story if she requested.
“Do you want me to carry you to your bedroom for you can take a nap?” Chuuya questioned bending down slightly to be level with Elise who sat rubbing her eyes from sleep deprivation.
“Yeah…” She said in a overdramatic sleepy tone as she rubbed her blue eyes some more.
And just like that, Chuuya picked her up, no ability needing to be used thanks to her light weight as he began to walk out of the room, dress and all.
“Dazai.” Chuuya requested his attention before leaving the room. “Go change your suit.” He ordered in reminder. “Pick me up at Kouyou’s at Five O’clock. Got it?”
“Yes, Yes, Understood.”
Dazai smiled gently as Chuuya left the room with not another word to be spoke as he took Elise to her bed, laid her to sleep then soon left off to Kouyou’s to get the final touches of make up stroked onto his young looking face then ready for the rest of the eventful night ahead.
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A promised the time Five O’clock rolled around, well 5:10 pm rolled around seeing Dazai was running late, But Dazai showed up as promised and was at the apartment door step to pick up his partner in his new stiff suit he’d be complaining about all night.
“Stifffffff…..” Dazai mumbled under his breath as he knocked on the door, referencing his stiffly suit.
“Coming!”
The voice that called out wasn’t Chuuya’s sadly for Dazai. It was Kouyou Ozaki and he knew she’d want to be like that Father in all the movie’s that when the boy tries to whisk the daughter off the school dance and the father gives a long speech of ‘If you touch my daughter I will get my gun and blow off your worthless head straight off your neck’.
The door opened to show the pink Kimono sleeves that went down in a royal looking Kimono with cherry blossom pattern, suited for a queen which Kouyou really was in the Mafia. To put it in kingdom terms, Kouyou was the queen, Mori was the king and Chuuya was left as princess for Dazai would never hand over the title ‘Prince’ to him.
“Come in boy.” Kouyou spoke softly with a smile, making way for Dazai to enter. Dazai bowed lightly, and with a “Thank you Onii-san”, He entered the nicely decorated Japanese style apartment as he looked around for his ‘Princess’.
“You look quite dapper don’t you?.” Kouyou giggled lightly seeing Dazai cared to button all the buttons on his suit, and actually adjust his tie to fit correctly, and the coat looked for sure new and pricey at that.
“Why thank you Kouyou Onii-san! This old thing you really think is ‘Dapper’? Ah I’m glad I wore it then! How sweet you are to charm me! I haven’t heard such sweet words in ages!” Dazai boasted in over dramatic delight.
Kouyou only chuckled to this, raising a kimono sleeve over her mouth.
“I’m the one who bought it. There’s no need to lie and say it’s ‘old’ and you owned it formerly.”
“You did, did you? Well nice tastes I’d say! Abit stiff though…”
Dazai sighed as the conversation hit a bit of a flat line before the sounds of clacking heels in a scampering run went down the tatami mat covered hallway, then soon the figure made his appearance in the living room where the two stood waiting for Chuuya.
“Sorry for the wait…”
Turning his head to this sound Dazai felt his words clench in his throat not to be spoken as he looked to the truly beautiful sight of his partner.
It was true he had seen Chuuya just hours before in the very same dress, but this was far different feeling then he held before.
Once Dazai had felt the need to tease Chuuya, or maybe come behind him and hug him tightly just to get fought off for fun. But now he felt stunned by him entirely.
He looked gorgeous. Down to every last detail. His long black vintage dress that showed his legs that stood in small heals, his long ginger hair tied with a silver barrette over his shoulder that shaped his childish face that had more of a older look to it with his wine colored lipstick and beautiful done eyeliner met with a natural eye shadow that left room for his beautiful blue eyes that seemed to drown out all the other details of this makeup job done by Kouyou.
“W-what are you staring at?!....” Chuuya spoke shyly yet sternly as he felt his guts leaving him as he wanted to run back to the bathroom, lock himself in and never be seen again, especially never be seen again by Dazai or anybody.
“Oh!” Dazai snapped into reality. “Sorry Chuuya! I was just taking him how breathtaking you are!” He surprisingly said in honesty though he did say it as if it was a joke.
Walking to his new ‘Wife’, Dazai smiled gently, making Chuuya have blush race across his cheeks, meanwhile Kouyou didn’t look to happy about this scene before her, she watched closely, knowing that the look in Chuuya’s eyes was love for Dazai. She disliked that greatly. She knew how dangerous love could be, all it did was take you high into a daydream then drop you so hard you can’t recover. Any love did, and she knew Dazai was no exception. If Chuuya gave him his heart then Dazai would still carry his own and with his hands full he’d drop Chuuya so easily. She loved both of these boys, they were like younger brothers to her after all. But she could also see that Dazai was going to hurt Chuuya more than he already has, and Kouyou didn’t like to stand around and watch the early parts of it happen.
Lowering himself to one knee, Dazai took Chuuya’s silk glove covered hand that had a fake wedding ring upon it, as he pressed his lips gently to the soft smooth fabric, before looking up to Chuuya with the same gentle smile.
“Alright princess, are you ready to leave?”
Chuuya felt his heart race, his ears burning along with his cheeks and chest, he felt frozen by his love as all words stopped in his stomach and refused to make any sense for a reply.
He had to do something, anything as a reply. So he did.
“St-stop it with that nonsense!!”
The small ginger exclaimed, swinging his leg to kick Dazai’s head which the brunette quickly ducked down to dodge with a smirk now covering his face.
He could thank Chuuya for that reaction, after all Dazai about had his heart of glass be stolen away from him.
“Calm down Chuuya~ I’m just trying to get into character. You should try it to.” He teased.
Chuuya only scoffed to this as he crossed his arms and walked to the door eager to leave and get this job over with.
Kouyou smiled to his reaction to Dazai. It gave her the slightest bit of faith that Chuuya’s heart would be saved for one more day at least.
“Come on let's get going.” Chuuya requested.
“Oh yes, before you leave. Boy, can I have a word?” Kouyou questioned with a smile across her painted lips.
Ahh yes, Just as Dazai predicted. Kouyou would now take him into the other room and give him a long lecture on how to treat Chuuya and how to always remember that he’s not your ‘real wife’ and to never act on him if he was, because if she figured out Dazai did, Dazai’s dead body would be found somewhere in a nearby river. Actually, better for Dazai, she wouldn’t kill him. She’d keep him alive and torture him slowly until all he could do was bleed regret that he ever laid a finger on Chuuya.
But none the less Dazai nodded with a sigh.
“Yes Onii-san. Chuuya, I’ll be back.”
And with that Kouyou gave her five-hundred death threats all wrapped into a speech of common decency, and sent the pair on there way.
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The pair had taken a car provided by the mafia to the location. Seeing the brick building it looked quiet, something like someone in college would choose for a place to study, or maybe play a geeky game with all their friends at, it was hard to believe that somewhere in the building there would be a group of drug deals and scammers who are going to gamble there plastic wives or what not to get the sweetest thing on the street.
“Alright this is it.”
Dazai spoke this out loud as he looked to the seat next to him where Chuuya sat.
“Are you sure?” Chuuya questioned looking to their driver.
“I’m positive.” The driver spoke in his nonchalant for sure voice. “If you enter the building there will be a stairwell to the down stairs, there you’ll find your party. If you look in your pockets Dazai-kun I’m sure you’ll find you have a ticket for this event.”
“Hm?” Dazai inquired this a hum checking his pockets. “Ohh~” He sounded excited as he removed a golden piece of paper from his pocket. “It’s gold!” the brunette shouted. “How tacky…” he sighed losing and excitement in his voice.
“Who cares if it’s tacky let's get going!” Chuuya requested, exiting the car and walking around to Dazai’s door opening it for him as if he was the male in this situation now or he was incapable of opening the door himself.
Standing from his spot, Dazai exited the car and took Chuuya’s arm causing his heart to beat a little faster as he shut the door behind him.
And with no parting good bye to their driver, the partners made their way into the large building that began to bellow out jazz music showing that this place did in fact hold the party they should be attending, though the jazz did give it a much more classy vibe in comparison to how Mori described the host.
“This place looks…” Chuuya looked around thinking of descriptive words but nothing came to mind, In the end it just looked normal. It looked harmless to say the very least, once again just looking like another part of a school hall. But as they began to walk down the stairs as the music grew louder in their ears, and the smell of something artificial became apparent, the two looked to each other before looking to a closed door with a man in a black suit guarding it in a cliche way.
“Ticket?”
The man spoke with a thick french accent and a straight face.
“Yes, yes.” Dazai replied handing over his ‘tacky gold ticket’.
“The women?” The stern man inquired turning his green colored eyes to Chuuya who avoiding speaking words.
“My plus one! My wife!” Dazai cheered happily as if they were newly weds which they were for the next few hours.
And without another word the door was entered the partners entered.
Entering the party there was far too much for the human brain to process all at once.
Clusters of people all around, men in suits and women in glitzy dresses draped over their husbands as if they are a decoration stood in conversation, a group of people dancing to swing jazz music on the wood plated dance floor, miscellaneous couples on the side of the walls finding their way onto each other with their lips locked to one another with their hands exploring one another, and some people taking out there wad of cash and showing it off or trading it for small white pills in a small plastic bag.
There was a busy bar, that looked to be lined with women trying to get free drinks from the bartender who wouldn't let up for them, and the scent of liquor reeked from there along with cigarette smoke, and a scent the duo was not from earlier with to be able to pinpoint.
There was all sorts of people all around, but Chuuya and Dazai couldn’t play any of these parts nor did they want to. Well Dazai wouldn’t have minded being one of those couples what stood on the side of the walls exploring each other as if they were in private. But sadly work came first and it wasn’t as if Chuuya was going to allow that either, and it wasn’t as if Dazai has the guts to even put his lips on Chuuya’s and hold it with romantic intent.
Looking around it felt as if a few of Chuuya’s senses were stolen, with the sound of blaring Jazz music playing it was hard to pick up on any talk to find this man they were ordered to hunt down and kill to put an end to the chain of drug dealings and defiling of women done in the Mafia’s name. He looked around to see the faces of these people who looked to range from being French, Japanese all the way to American or British maybe. No problem for Chuuya really seeing he spoke French fluently do to it being his first language. But with the sound of the music he wasn’t sure if his french tongue would do him any good if no one could hear him.
Pulling on Dazai’s sleeve, Chuuya motioned for Dazai to give him his ear for he could speak to him and be understood. So Dazai did just that, bending down lightly Dazai moved his head towards Chuuya and Chuuya moved his mouth to Dazai’s ear as he went to speak.
“Should we split up?”
Chuuya questioned now giving his ear to Dazai to speak into.
“There’s a reason why you don’t make the plans.” Dazai teased making Chuuya cringe. “We should head to the dance floor.”
Chuuya cut his eyes to this as he spoke back. “We’re not here to have a good time, we shouldn’t be dancing.”
Dazai sighed. “We’ll just be over there to cover more space of looking and not look so suspicious by standing here not doing a thing Chuuya. Sheesh.”
“Oh…” The petite ginger spoke in understatement with a nod to his head. “Alright. You lead.”
And like that Dazai took his ‘small wife’ to the dance floor, with a hand to his slim waist, and another hand being in Chuuya’s silk covered hand, Chuuya laid his left hand on Dazai’ chest as they began to dance causing Chuuya to flourish with blush once again for Dazai.
“W-we’re only dancing until we see the target got it?” Chuuya declared which Dazai replied with another sigh.
“Understood. That is our plan is it not?”
“Exactly.”
The song at the moment wasn’t very upbeat leaving the two to dance to a slow french song that made Chuuya flushed as he looked to their feet instead of around him to check for their ‘Charon Capanella’.
Chuuya was quite used to talking the women's role in a dance, after all when he decided he wanted to make it a goal to learn he was far to short to play the role of a man in a dance and was forced to be the women. Not that he minded, he actually liked that role. To be spun, dipped and picked up was a blast for Chuuya. But now he was in a slow dance with the person he loved but knew Dazai would never show a thing back. Even now Dazai danced with a well placed smile and a collected heart and here Chuuya was with blush smothering him and his heart racing for someone who doesn’t even look back down at him or ever look to him with those flushed looks Chuuya has been trying to hide all day and night but failed and he knew it.
It was embarrassing for him. He knew he fell head over heals for Dazai, and Dazai probably knew to. He just didn’t care enough to stop toying with his fragile mind and heart.
‘Why should I even care...It’s not like I’m even his real wife anyways…’ Chuuya thought with a small defeated sigh leaving his painted lips as he laid his head down on Dazai’s chest then quickly realized that Dazai was in fact not as collected as he appeared.
His heart was racing, and no slow dance took so much energy that someone's heart should be going this pace.
‘He’s not collected at all… He’s looking at the crowd to avoid any contact he can...’ Chuuya thought as he looked up to him muttering “Dazai” So quietly that with the loud sound of music he could not be heard at all.
Looking up to him Chuuya’s blue eyes stared in awe for he believed maybe just for these few minutes they felt the same thing. The same heart wrenching feeling that made Chuuya’s stomach twist into knots by not being able to openly hold Dazai’s hand, or embrace him freely when he liked or never being able to say ‘I love you’ out loud.
The song had ended and the couples stopped dancing, Dazai looked down to Chuuya to find him looking up back to him as time felt like it had froze for a moment for the both of them.
And with a song changed to a fast paced song filled with trumpet and saxophone, Dazai took a running gaze across this dance floor before winking to Chuuya causing some confusion to arise and ruin Chuuya’s romantic moment.
“Huh?” He muttered before Dazai took back his hand which held Chuuya’s, Making him do a spin, then another, then another, then another.
“What are you doing!?!” Chuuya exclaimed in question but not to be heard over the sound of the music, but Dazai could see his disgruntled expression that only made Dazai find this humorous as he laughed exclaiming “Spin my wife!”.
Taking him around again for another spin, then taking his hand away from Chuuya’s then applying it around his waist holding his steady.
“Good luck!” Dazai said clearly through the music making Chuuya even more confused as the room around him seemed distorted from all the spinning that made him so dizzy, dazed and confused on what the hell Dazai thought he was doing.
“What do you mean good luck!?!”
And with another wink Dazai pushed Chuuya back from his waist, causing him to stumble for balance, then BAM!
Chuuya had stumbled onto one of the guests, bringing them both down to the floor causing Dazai to giggle lightly at the scene he caused before being hidden by the crowd of dancer.
“Ow…” Chuuya groaned before realizing his fall was a bit to comfortable, warm and squishy where it finally clicked he had landed on a human. “I’m so sorry sir! Are you alright!” Chuuya pleaded in his best female voice.
When standing up from the man, and looking down to offer his slender hand Chuuya saw a familiar face that made him smile but his eyebrow twitch.
‘Dazai you shitty bastard…’ He thought.
Looking down he saw the thin black hair upon the chubby face that had dark eyes, and a thick mustache over his top lip. Dazai had caught sight of the drug dealer and had push Chuuya to the next step of finishing their job and slaughtering ‘Charon Capanella’
The man didn’t take Chuuya’s hand. He simply swatted it out of the way and stood.
“Watch where you’re twirling girl.” Charon slurred in his french accent.
The gruff man showed no manners, showing that Chuuya might have some issue on persuading this man to one of the bedrooms and then sooner break his neck.
“I’m sorry sir.”
Chuuya repeated this with a sad look to him as he got a bit closer to the man who towered over him. He was at least a foot taller than Chuuya. Not that it was hard to be. But it did make it look a bit ridiculous to watch such a tiny women knock down such a large man.
Looking down to his feet, and putting his legs together in a shy way, as he brought his hands to his chest clasping them together, Chuuya pretended to look at the verge of tears to maybe soften this man up some. But this defenseless shy look only gave him a look of farther disgust for the weak, clumsy women who thinks a little tears are going to get him to forgive such carelessness.
“Perhaps I can make it up to you?”
Moving closer, Chuuya put a hand on the large arm and another one to his chest that felt rather plush to the touch do to show how heavy this man truly was.
And like any low life man he took the bait of Chuuya’s seduction faster than expected.
Pulling Chuuya close with his hand resting a little past Chuuya’s lower back, gripping him tightly that it almost caused pain,making Chuuya to want to kill this man infront of everyone right here and now and just leave it there. But he knew if he did kill him right here and now there would be a price to pay and that would be everyone at this party freaking out and perhaps trying to fight Chuuya. Chuuya could fight and army alone probably. But this wasn’t in his mission. He was told to get information out of this man, kill this man privately then get out. So like the loyal dog to the mafia he was, He’d do just that and avoid any punishment.
Dazai watched this from afar, cringing at having someone touch Chuuya like that, it made him disgusted, and his stomach turn from having such disgusting hands on Chuuya and he couldn’t wait to kill this man for it as well.
Chuuya giggled lightly as if he was tipsy on wine, to the man's actions to cover up the fact that he was hiding gritted teeth beneath his closed smiling painted pretty lips.
“I know what women like you are after.” The ugly man spoke as he took his other hand and put it to Chuuya’s round chin as he grinned with malicious intent.
He didn’t respond to this right away, he just stared with widened blue eyes as if he was shocked by this.
Chuuya had been on a few missions like this before, he was quite used to men grabbing ahold of him by his waist, wrist, thighs or behind. So this was no different. Even if Chuuya’s hot headed attitude begged him to take out his knife and stab this man now, he had to follow order and pursue the act.
“I just want to make it up to you…”
With a soft look that went against his actions, Chuuya took the hand that rested on the man's chest, then let it travel over his hill of a stomach and to his heavy belt.
“Is that wrong of me?”
Watching the scene Dazai wanted it to end this now. It was like something of a nightmare. Not only was there some man touching Chuuya’s ass possessively and grabbing his chin. Chuuya was acting back to this. Of course Dazai kept reminding himself it was all apart of a mission, But knowing that this man didn’t think it was and thought he was getting lucky with a beautiful women made Dazai sick with jealousy which Dazai believed he had no right to feel jealous either. After all Dazai had the chance to take Chuuya’s heart for his own, and he still does have that chance. But he was far to selfish to let anyone else love him besides himself.
The man known as Charon’s grin grew, showing his sharp yellow teeth that looked to have a few dental workings on them do to teeth rotting probably because of the drugs this man did, and it wouldn’t be a surprise if this man was on a high at the moment either.
“I just happened to bump into the prettiest whore here didn’t I?” He spoke loudly for Chuuya to hear, making the small ginger’s stomach turn thinking of what would be the reality if Chuuya was a normal girl who didn’t plan on killing this man.
His eyes were dark and Psychotic, his grin was disgusting in both looks and the fact it was full of rotten teeth, it was no shock this man had forced girls onto him like the way he was holding Chuuya so tightly to him. Even if Chuuya didn’t fight back, He knew if he did this man would just continue to pursue Chuuya nonetheless.
Grabbing at the belt tightly Chuuya showed a sultry look as he muttered to the foreign man.
“Why don’t we go somewhere more private...I can show you how truly sorry I am…”
Saying this in such a innocent voice it was almost confusing but none the less made this sick man want to hear that voice in a filthy tone instead of such a sweet innocent voice that didn’t match Chuuya’s seductive actions or looks.
With that being said, the inky haired man looked down to Chuuya’s hands seeing the false wedding ring that made him feel even more sick with pleasure knowing he’d be taking someone's wife aside and not one of the paid girls some of these men had for their amusement then when done just wandered around looking for there next expensive treat.
“You have a husband, huh?” He inquired.
“Yes...Well he practically threw me to a guy like you… Want to see if you can do better at keeping a women in place then him?”
Chuuya said this merely as a joke seeing that Dazai did push Chuuya upon this man and for the night Dazai was Chuuya’s husband, a almost dream like thought for Chuuya sense as a child his mind would always place Dazai as his significant other. But he had hoped the first time he’d get to call Dazai his husband to someone else it wasn’t going to be when Chuuya’s seducing another man.
No other words were passed, Chuuya took his hand off the belt of this man as he put it what seemed like randomly in the air. But for Dazai he knew this was a sign to make it to a room for the three of them to have a little fun, but the fun would be for Chuuya and Dazai’s sense they’d be the one with the pleasure to get the blood of this man one their hands. But Dazai at this point wasn’t even sure if he was going to let Chuuya share that pleasure sense he wanted killing this man all for him.
Moving his hand around Chuuya’s waist, still holding to him tightly for Chuuya couldn’t go run off, the drug dealer began to walk his way off the dance floor with Chuuya leaning on him as if he was in love. The smell of scotch, cigarettes and other foul smells fell into Chuuya’s nose doing this but in order to play his act he kept both hands on the man’s baggy chest and a nice smile across his pretty face.
Slipping into a room where Chuuya caught Dazai go into before, but when entering Chuuya couldn’t see any evidence of him there. He was rather good at hiding Chuuya had to admit though he could only imagine how dumb he’d look in his all black suit, crouched down, hidden and ready to attack. This made Chuuya giggle out loud though the drug dealer just dismissed it as a bubbly girl probably a bit drunk on something.
Closing the door behind them, the greasy haired man didn’t even attempt to lock it, if people walked in on his intimacy than good. Nothing was more satisfying than people seeing his brag of being with a foreign beauty in person.
Chuuya went to stand in front of this man, grabbing ahold of his tie in hopes he could get on top of Charon maybe, or even get the huge man against a wall for doing the initial stabbing would be fast and simple then Dazai could do the rest of questioning and torturing for information while Chuuya can simply relax.
But this plan failed.
The two large hands that were once around Chuuya’s petite slim waist, now went on his shoulders as he was pushed down on the queen sized bed, making the breath leave Chuuya’s body not expecting to be thrown down like a rag doll by this man.
Grabbing his small silk fabric covered wrists, the french man held Chuuya down making Chuuya begin to go into a bit of a panic out of insitic.
Of Course Chuuya could have just activated his ability and finished this right here and now, but that was his mission. He was supposed to do this silently and swiftly with his partner and now he was worried that perhaps Dazai went into another room and Chuuya was blinded from the smoke in the party to judge which brown door he entered.
“Why so fast?…” Chuuya spoke hoping to buy himself a little time wondering if Dazai was in here even and if he was what was taking him so damn long to just stab this man.
Pressing his heavy weight down on Chuuya’s small body, it caused Chuuya to wince a little and the disgusting man seemed to like that about Chuuya’s expression that went from being cute, to confident then to looking weak and almost troubled.
When opening his lips to speak intimidating words, his disgusting mouth that reeked of alcohol, smoke and old food went to form words but the only thing that came out was a violent cough that produced blood, that splattered upon Chuuya making him quite disgusted by having his man's blood now on his face and his new dress silk dress as he exclaimed in a scoff.
The greasy hair began to fall over his darkened eyes that were widened for the the reddened whites began visible, as a groaning sound came from his breathless mouth as he put a hand to his chest that hadn’t been stabbed all the way through, Falling over and off the bed, making a large thud that wouldn’t be heard through the loud Jazz music that was still quite apparent in the private room.
With a knife in his back he was still alive do to the amount of fat he had that protected his organs rather nicely. But the blood that poured out of his wounds were more immense for that reason to, and with another knife in hand the victor of this act stood with a dark smile over his face for his actions he was quite proud of.
“About time, Why didn’t you just kill him the moment he pushed me! His back was turned to yours!” Chuuya exclaimed in retort using his normal voice that made the targets dark eyes widen farther to see his little hussy was a male.
“Yes, yes sorry for making you wait, see unlike you I’m tall and it’s hard to hide and get out of hiding places, underneath the bed wasn’t the best idea after all seeing I got a bit stuck.”
Chuuya sighed to this as he wiped the blood that wasn’t his own off his face.
“Under the bed? Seriously…” He sighed, “Whatever. You’re such a dunce.”
“Well, No more worries Chuuya, Why don’t you go wait outside. Treat yourself to a glass of wine while I’ll do away with him? I have a feeling it’ll take me just a bit longer than usual.” Dazai smiled half sweetly half maliciously. Half out of crazy love for Chuuya, and half out of hate for this foul man who had both put his grubby hands on the name of the port mafia, but then also on Chuuya where Dazai didn’t want anyone to touch.
“Fine, Whatever. Just don’t keep me waiting long.” The ginger replied walking to the vanity mirror to make sure he got the red blood stains off of his pale skin before he where to order a drink for himself, Chuuya felt relief for the fact he wore a black dress so the blood didn’t show on the pretty fabric either.
“Understood!” Dazai replied in cheer, seeing Chuuya leave the room, closing the door behind him making his way to the bar.
And with Chuuya out of sight a smirk grew across Dazai’s handsome face, as he locked the door behind him with those dark reddish brown eyes, no longer bored with life for the moment but just filled his insane malice for this man, and insane love for the one that had left the room.
“So…” Dazai turned back to the french man sounding nonchalant. “Where were we? Oh right!" He clapped once with a knife in hand. "At the point where I’m going to torture you for any information you can tell me on how you’ve used the port mafia’s name wrong and just naively expect you wouldn’t get caught.” Walking closer, Dazai kicked the knife in Charon’s side causing him to scream a agonizing yell. “Oh, don’t squeal like the pig you are. We’ll be keeping that knife in for you don’t bleed out...Not only am I going to torture you for information, I think I’ll kill you happily too.” Dazai grinned like a child would after completing something great then bragging to their parents as he hummed. “For pushing yourself on top of my old buddy of course. Not what you've done to the Mafia”
Resting a foot on the head of Chane Capanella, Dazai squatted for he could get a good look into this mans terrified eye that gave him delight to see.
"You see..." He paused, "I don't give a damn what you do to the port mafia's name. I wouldn't even kill you if it was under my orders." Dazai said honestly. "But you touched someone I care about with disgusting thoughts didn't you, so now you're a dead man."
And like that, the faintest of screams of torture could be heard by the bar where couples crowded doing the same as they were before not knowing there was a murder in the other room, but if you listened for it beyond the jazz hymns and constant chatter of guests you could hear the sound of nonsense french being spoke between Japanese and vicious threats Dazai wasn’t going to leave empty. But Chuuya paid no mind to this. He simply wore a delighted smile as he let someone else pay for his glass of expensive red wine for the beautiful ‘women’ who sat alone, as Chuuya waited for his ‘husband’ to finish his job for they could go home and call this night over.
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Outside the weather had gone from cold to freezing and the autumn air blew causing the two to both wonder where their driver had gone off to. Did they both really forget to request a ride home? Well, Dazai hadn’t forgotten, he just planned this out this way.
He had planned to have this mission ended with a lovely walk home, him and Chuuya and the autumn night air before having to retire their wedding rings.
Walking cold and shivering, Chuuya’s teeth chattered as he failed to complain out loud.
“Do you want my coat Chuuya? It’s plenty warm here for me.” Dazai said in a gentlemanly way, playing house in his head.
“No way I don't want your jacket.” Chuuya retorted.
“Aww come on, you’re being dumb. You’re shivering. You’re obviously freezing. Just take my coat.”
“I’m fine. There’s no way I’ll put your coat on.”
“Pleaseeeee!” Dazai whined wanting his day dream of Chuuya wearing a gorgeous dress beneath a over sized blazer to be a reality.
“Why does it mean anything to you!”
“Just because! Wear it! Wear it! As your husband I order you to wear it!”
“What sort of 30’s house wife sentence was that! You can't ‘order me’ sense I’m your wife!” The smaller boy retorted, stomping his foot slightly in annoyance to Dazai's request.
“ I suppose so...But it was worth a shot!” Dazai cheered childishly.
The talking faded down to nothing for about a moment before Chuuya grumbled in a new complaint.
“Damn it I hate heals…”
Dazai of course saw this as an opportunity that he had wished he'd seen before.
“Oh! Then let me carry you then!” He offered gleefully with a bit of a bow.
“No way in hell.”
“But your feet wont hurt!”
“But my pride will!”
“Come on Chuuyyyyaaaa!” Dazai whined.
“No.”
“By ‘no’ do you mean yes?”
“By No I mean No!”
“But you’re missing out your chance to use me as a slave! Don’t you see Chuuya! This may be your last chance to use me to your heart's content!” the dark brunette cheered in over dramatic plea again.
“I’ll have plenty of other chances.” Chuuya grumbled as he stopped walking, and looked down to his feet with blush.
“Hmm?” Dazai hummed stopping his pace as well. “Why did you pause?”
“You said you were going to carry me right! So don’t take it back now! I'm making you my slave” The shivering ginger exclaimed with blush swallowing his cheeks once again.
Dazai stayed quiet for a moment, but within seconds his shocked expression turned into a huge dorky grin filled with happiness, skipping back to Chuuya's side as he picked up Chuuya like the bride he was to Dazai.
Dazai’s warmth soon spread to Chuuya causing the hot headed red head to look the other way out his shy yet grumpy demeanor as Dazai began to walk with Chuuya in his arms.
Resting his head upon Dazai’s chest, Chuuya could hear the soft sound of Dazai’s racing heart once more that followed the same pace as his own but neither of them expressed to one another but both now knew their hearts raced for one another and for now that kept them both content without needing to speak it out loud.
Closing his eyes, Chuuya listened to this almost comforting sound, faking sleep for Dazai couldn’t ruin this moment with his teasing words as Dazai walked Chuuya home, and to his bed where Chuuya had fallen asleep.
Taking off his heal's and putting the thick bed spread over him, brushing the hair out of Chuuya's face. Dazai heistiated a moment contemplating kissing this boy, even if it was on the cheek of head. But Dazai's guts left him and the only thing his lips did was speak teasing words.
"You know Chuuya, You're far heavier then you look."
With a slight giggle out of laughing at the small story life told Dazai of how cowardly he was that he couldn't even muster up the courage to softly press his lips to Chuuya's head.
and out of pure laziness Dazai found the floor beside Chuuya’s bed was a bed enough for him. As the two fell asleep, still dressed to the nines, with blush across there faces, hearts content for now.