Dazai knew that Chuya liked him. And he understood that people liked each other after knowing each other for a long time. And he understood that the way he and Chuya could converse without words, understand each other through a glance, he knew that for any other person, for any normal person, that would be the sign that they were 'made for each other'. He thought there was a words for it. Right. Soulmates.

But he and Chuya were not normal people. And he could not give Chuya what he wanted, because as much as he tried, he could not love his partner.


Now, normally, if two people went through something like Chuya and Dazai did last night, they would not speak to each other for some time, each sorting through their thoughts before they were ready to speak to the other again. But in the Port Mafia, there was always more work to be done, especially since the two of them were partners. So the very next day, they were given a mission by Kouyou-nee. It wasn't the first time they were given this sort of mission, but in light of recent events, this was a very ironic task they were given.

Gathering information. From a rich woman of an enemy organisation. Through... ways.

The woman liked to go to an elite night club in the East side of the city. The particular area that this club was situated in was not foreign to fights and dark alley murders. However, she was an important figure of the opposite side, meaning she couldn't be disposed of that easily, hence the need for this particular way of gathering information. Instead, the dangerous streets Dazai and Chuya were used to worked against them, because if anything happened to them (which shouldn't considering Dazai's ability to manipulate people) the enemy could just state that it was an accident and could push the blame to someone else.

They automatically decided Dazai would do the flirting. He was good at it, plus, according to their sources the subject liked tall men. The only problem was, she had a distaste for brunettes, and so Dazai would have to wear a wig, or dye his hair. So that evening, when the two of them met up to start their mission, Chuya was looking into the face of a blonde Dazai. He would have teased the waste of bandages, if not for the awkwardness felt between the two of them. (And Chuya thought Dazai looked pretty cute blonde. Scratch that, he thought Dazai looked pretty cute no matter what)

They were told by someone tagging the lady that she would arrive in another 15 minutes. During this time, Dazai and Chuya got ready. Chuya changed into the club's uniform, whilst Dazai put on a suit.

Chuya thought he looked striking, blonde curls slick against his head, long legs accomplimented by the well-made trousers and short blazer, white shirt slightly opne, showing his... bandages.

"Shouldn't you get rid of those if you're to flirt with a girl?"

"Why?"

"Because being covered in bandages does not click with the ladies." [author's note: it totally does click! but whatever]

"But why should that matter?"

"Because it lowers the chance that you'll succeed!"

"Why?"

Chuya knew Dazai was just being an ass, but he still wanted to punch the bastard square in the face. Wipe that innocent look off his beautiful face.


When she arrived, they were all ready. As soon as she entered the room, Dazai made it a point for her to see him, even though it looked as though he had no interest in her. Chuya, on the other hand, was blending pretty well among the other workers there, and his profound knowledge about wine was working in his favour. As she made her way among the tables and guests, Dazai's eyes never left her.

After long enough for it not to seem suspicious, he approached her. Chuya didn't want to take a single moment to look away from Dazai, but right at that moment one of the obviously drunk guests asked noticed him. Mistaking Chuya for just another waiter at the club (which I guess is good knews, as it meant Chuya's acting worked) started hitting on him. Their filthy hands reached for his ass, and it took everything inside him to stop from cracking the guy's skull with his ability. Instead, he played the shy servant and managed to slip away.

Chuya looked for his friend, only to find the ridiculous suicide maniac apparently leading their target to a secluded room. Chuya assumed the mission was successful.


After 30 minutes, Chuya started wondering what the two of them could be doing in there. He tried to stop his imagination from wandering, tried to keep his thoughts form drifting to Dazai and the woman, of how Dazai's lips tasted, of what was beneath his bandages—

Stop.

o0O0o

After an hour, Chuya wondered whether Dazai had gotten any information yet, as he was getting impatient (and, though hated to acknowledge it, a little jealous).

After and hour and a half he was ready to kill someone.

After two hours he started to get worried.

And after two hours and one minute, the door to the room he saw Dazai lead the woman into was kicked down by a glowing red foot, the pieces of wood splintering and shattering under the force of the blow.

o0O0o

It was empty. A chair was thrown across the floor and the ground had little splats of blood. There had been a struggle. Two pools of blood could be, then a trail showing bodies being dragged away.

For a moment Chuya panicked.

Then he saw it. In the center of the room, on the bed, there lay an envelope.

He tentatively picked it up, looking at it for a second or two. Then he ripped it apart, his ability and hands shredding the thick paper in an instant.

.

Tomorrow 6pm, Whaling Gulf, alone

If you want your friend to live.