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“Erm, y-you look nice Chuuya.” Mori coughed out. Chuuya was dressed in a flowy deep blue evening gown that had intricate floral designs adorning the bust. His hat was gone and his hair was styled in a chic updo with his curls falling softly around his face. Kouyou was sitting in front of him, adding the final touches to his makeup. Light eyeshadow, eyeliner, and lipgloss. Nothing too flashy but it defined his natural beauty well.
He glared upwards at Mori, without moving his face too much, assuring that Kouyou wouldn’t mess up his makeup. This was definitely not his idea. Mori didn’t plan it either exactly. Chuuya was a substitute. Normally he did accompany Dazai on all his missions since they were partners, but the lady who was supposed to help Dazai infiltrate a party to gather information fell ill. Chuuya wasn’t even the last resort. This was all Dazai being an asshole forcing Chuuya to crossdress.
Chuuya’s role tonight was to be a rich young lady attending her father’s client’s evening event in his stead. Dazai was her butler and guard. Technically Chuuya would’ve been a better guard but he was too short and Dazai was a bit too tall. The both of them were expected to enjoy the party for around a half hour and then Dazai was to disappear to snoop around and gather information whilst Chuuya kept their cover.
“There! All done. Now that wasn’t so bad was it, Chuuya darling?” Kouyou exclaimed and held up a mirror for him to see.
“I can handle this much I suppose…”
The door slammed open to expose Dazai, cleaned up in a prim and proper suit, bandages gone exposing both of his warm brown eyes. His eyes immediately fell upon Chuuya. A subtle blush appeared upon his pale cheeks. Chuuya was gorgeous, anyone could see that. Dazai intended for this to be a joke but didn’t realize that Chuuya was beautiful no matter what he wore.
“I-It seems that you’re ready so should we get going, chibi?” he coughed out.
“Oi!! I’m not a chibi you bastard!” Chuuya stood up angrily. He hadn’t noticed Dazai’s blush but Kouyou definitely did. She chuckled into the sleeve of her salmon coloured kimono. Mori just awkwardly stood to the side, hoping that this mission would be over soon and he wouldn’t have to deal with the mess afterwards.
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“Okay, we’re leaving now!” Chuuya shouted out, clutching Dazai’s right arm tightly as he entered the fancy car that would transport them to the gathering. Dazai flinched because it was recently injured. Of course Chuuya knew that and did it on purpose.
The car was filled with silence. The driver knew to not interfere in any way with the higher-ups of the mafia, especially not double black, even if they appeared to be having something akin to a lover’s quarrel. Dazai kept stealing glances at Chuuya, but who wouldn’t? He was stunning and he knew it. Chuuya didn’t appear to notice Dazai’s glances and continued to look through his character profile for this evening. He was to be a prissy young girl who didn’t understand any world outside of her own.
“How am I even supposed to act?” Chuuya mumbled.
Dazai snatched the paper from Chuuya, their fingers brushing against each other lightly. He hummed as he skimmed through Chuuya’s instructions. “Oh, this should be a piece of cake for you Chuuya! Hasn’t Elise grabbed you for a tea party and dressed you up before? Just do what you do then!”
“Uh, Elise invited you to tea parties… and you let her dress you up…?”
Dazai’s face turned to shock and horror. He realized he made a mistake. He laughed nervously trying to brush off what he had said, “I mean Kouyou said she likes to do that so I assumed that it must’ve happened to you…”
Chuuya smirked realizing he had dug out one of Dazai’s dark secrets. Scooting closer he seductively questioned, “Tell me more about this… tea party.”
Dazai jumped in surprise. Blush deepening, he attempted to move away from Chuuya’s light touch but it wasn’t very easy seeing that Dazai was seated right next to the window. Twirling his hair slightly he laughed, “Chuuya that’s not how you’re supposed to act. You’re a prissy spoiled teenage girl. This is your only time to practice!”
Slanting his eyes, Chuuya knew that he wasn’t going to get any more info out of Dazai. After all, he had withstood torture that most people wouldn’t be able to endure. The sweet nothings that he could whisper into his ear wouldn’t do much. Though he did enjoy Dazai as a blushing mess, he did suppose that practicing wouldn’t do any harm.
Clearing his throat Dazai gave Chuuya some pointers on how to act like the classic “Ojou-sama” of the modern days. They joked a bit and had a little fun in the car before their mission had to start. It definitely relieved the driver that he no longer had two deadly dangerous children fighting in the back of his car.
Dazai exited the car and held open the door for his new lady. His hair brushed behind his ear and an elegant smile dancing on his face, he was playing his part wonderfully. On the other end, Chuuya slowly got out of the car, his dress flowing softly but because of not being used to his stiletto heels, he slipped and fell towards the ground.
Dazai was preparing to laugh, it would’ve been fine since they hadn’t even entered the party yet but he was overthrown with the need to laugh with a stunned face. Chuuya wasn’t going to let some heels ruin his outfit. He had thrust his shoulder forward and had turned the nasty fall into a graceful tumble roll, ending up on his feet with great posture. He turned around to face Dazai, smirking at Dazai’s disappointed yet surprised and amazed look. Dusting off his dress, Chuuya gracefully walked towards the tall building that they would be soon infiltrating and called out in a loud confident voice, “Oh, mister butler! Are you just going to leave your lady to walk alone into a refined party?
With his mouth agape Dazai stared at Chuuya in shock. He wasn’t supposed to do that better than Dazai! In all of their physical training Dazai was always better at tumbling… with shoulders slumping Dazai trailed after Chuuya, shutting the car door softly and giving a small wave of thanks to the driver.
Chuuya twirled his curls between his fingers, fixing the stylish shawl that sat upon his shoulders. This better be as easy as Dazai said it would be.
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The two mafiosos were greeted at the door. Chuuya was led to a group of rich esteemed men and their wives who were his “father's” friends. Dazai followed while keeping a respectable distance between the two. Chuuya bantered away, doing his job of a rich lady quite well so Dazai assumed that it would be a good time to start snooping around. He tapped Chuuya’s shoulder subtly and Chuuya nodded in recognition. He turned around and whispered to Dazai, “Go ahead.”
He nodded politely, turned around and walked into the distance. Chuuya turned to his companions and told them that he had sent his butler to fetch a drink. They continued to chat and Chuuya contributed to the conversation.
Dazai snuck around the pompous crowd and found a staircase. He took it up to the second floor and sought out the main office of the head of the group. According to Mori the files he needed shouldn’t be hard to find. This man was a little bit of a conceited idiot and didn’t have enough security around his own office. Dazai smirked as he found the file in the first drawer he sought out. This mission was easy as pie and he got the benefit of seeing Chuuya all dressed up.
He strided over to where he left Chuuya, grabbing a drink to present to his lady as he saw Chuuya in an outburst. He was red in the face and was pointing at the others. As Dazai approached Chuuya shouted out, “There will be no second chance!!”
He turned on his heel and beckoned for Dazai as they left the mansion in a huff. Dazai kept his cool throughout the walk outside and to the waiting car by the pavement. The moment they were outside of the perimetre of the mansion Dazai broke. He clutched his abdomen and bent over snorting and giggling. Chuuya’s interpretation of a prissy rich loung lady was on point and it was hilarious. His legs were bent inwards and he was pointing ridiculously. This memory was imprinted in Dazai’s mind. Catching his breath he asked a blushing Chuuya, “W-what was that scene for?”
“… They were insulting my “father” so I found it a good opportunity to leave. Leaving in that kind of scenario is normal right? Anyways, you were finished so it’s not like it really mattered.”
“Yeah that worked just fine but oh boy that was great, chibi.”
“Shut up you asshole!!” Chuuya spat at Dazai, climbing into the vehicle. Dazai was definitely not going to let Chuuya live this one out.
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Dazai was lying down on the opposite end of the couch whilst Chuuya was sitting at the other end reading a book. They both had nothing to do while they waited for a mission or something. Dazai poked Chuuya’s side with his feet as he thought of possible options to relieve his boredom. He stared at Chuuya’s firey hair for a bit and then glanced down at his graceful long fingers turning the pages of his novel. He sighed at Chuuya’s obvious beauty and recalled last week’s mission to the party. A fun idea popped into his head as he remembered their exit.
“Ne, Chuuya”
“Hmm?” Chuuya replied absentmindedly, more focused on his book than Dazai’s whims.
“Remember the last mission we went on? The one where you crossdressed?” Dazai called out, still poking Chuuya in the side.
“Yeeeaaaaahhhh,” he said as he turned another page.
Dazai smirked, sat up, and whispered in Chuuya’s ear, “ Can you reenact what you did so we could exit the party? Pretty please?”
Chuuya straightend up a bit and a small blush was beginning to creep up his neck when he processed what Dazai had requested. Getting up all of a sudden he shouted in a huff, “O-of course not bandage bastard! I’m never gonna do that again even if you blackmail me-”
Chuuya covered his mouth in fear when he realized that he made a mistake. He already knew to never mention blackmail in front of Dazai. There was so much that Dazai could use against him just to get a stupid pose paired with a phrase. He looked back at the couch slowly only to see one of Dazai’s signature grins. Chuuya knew in that moment that the rich young lady trope would always somehow come back.
Chuuya bolted out of the room.