#abhorcd

[He attaches an address with the next text]

[Text] 9 PM, try not to be late.

Chuuya didn’t say anything right away. He’d picked Dazai up on a whim, testing to see if he could after being given the idea, but any usual retort he would have dished out died on the tip of his tongue. He stayed still, holding his former partner in his arms and feeling the force of the man’s weight—or rather, lack thereof. He couldn’t fathom it; couldn’t even begin to comprehend it. Nothing like this had ever happened before. Without thinking too much about it, he’d tried to use his ability to lessen the weight of Dazai in his arms, and it worked.

As far as he knew, that wasn’t supposed to happen. It wasn’t possible.

「 ★ 」   ⋮    Ｍ Ａ Ｆ Ｉ Ａ Ｃ Ｈ Ｉ Ｌ Ｄ．    ⋮  ━━   Was   it   ever   a   GOOD   IDEA   to   defy   the   '   Demonic   Prodigy   of   the   Port   Mafia   '   ?   Not   at   all;   not   when   even   grown   men   quivered   at   Dazai   -   san's   feet.   There   was   hesitation   in   the   child's   eyes,   his   movements,   even   the   ESSENCE   of   his   very   being   !   But   in   that   same   body   was   weakness,   exhaustion.   A   child   shouldn't   even   be   IN   the   mafia   !

           '   Dazai   -   san   ...   can   we   just   ...   um   ...   '

          '   SKIP   the   mafia   stuff   today   ?   I'm   tired   from   YESTERDAY.   '

"Bedroom skills are awfully low, Chuuya~"

This wasn’t what Chuuya had expected whenever he agreed to another collaboration between the ADA and the Port Mafia. Working together with them was tolerable—maybe even enjoyable in this case, since his boyfriend was to be his partner for the mission, though he wouldn’t have breathed a word of that sentiment around anyone other than Dazai himself.

His partner aside, he wasn’t sure how to feel. On one hand, he looked amazing and he knew it. On the other hand, he looked amazing while wearing a long, wide-necked and rather snug burgundy dress that hugged his hips and showed off his legs courtesy of a high-cut slit on the left side. He’d done his makeup with the help of some tips from Kouyou, and the longer portion of his hair was pinned up in an artfully messy, wavy bun at the back of his head, the rest of it gently framing his face. Instead of his usual choker, the accessory around his neck was a wide black silk ribbon accented with a red rose in the center, and the heels of his black stilettos clicked against the floor with each step he took. Long, opera-style black gloves covered his hands, and his knife was concealed under his dress in a holster strapped around his right thigh.

In short, he was dressed to kill. 

The agency had originally received word that a large network of thieves with a known explosives ability user in their midst were planning to steal from a high-dollar charity auction taking place at an upscale resort hotel in Yokohama. Since the same group was said to be a rising enemy of the Port Mafia due to their numbers, a partnership made plenty of sense. Still, Chuuya had never dreamed he would be stuck wearing a dress to ‘blend in.’ Such were orders, he supposed, and they made sense. Discretion was important to avoid alerting the thieves, and a lone couple would stand out much less than a full offensive squad pretending to be newcomers to the auction scene. He and Dazai were perfect for the job.

Just to be cautious, they had arrived separately, and as he scanned the room for a sign of his partner, he could feel a number of eyes on him and hear the whispers; see the elbows that were jabbed into many a side.

                     “Gorgeous.”                                      “Stunning.” 

                 “Well look at that.”                        “Color me interested.”

                “I’d like to deflower that rose, if you know what I mean.”

That last jerk—what a fucking pig. Why was this a two-night event, again? So much for full discretion, but at least the comments made it obvious that no one but Dazai knew who he was, which was just as well. He heaved a sigh, muttering under his breath.

✧ ; || how’s my portrayal?