Soukoku Stories

Dancing with My Love

(A/N: I have no idea what kind of music is actually played at balls, classical I think.)

Kunikida's Perspective

Tonight we're at an event space in between Port Mafia territory and our territory. It has most of us on edge, except that bastard Dazai, of course, he's as cool as a cucumber. Humming that damn suicide song of his. I've given up.

The purpose of the event space is to hold the ball that we, the Armed Detective Agency and the Port Mafia are hosting as a celebration of peace.

(A/N: Totally not a Fukumori  anniversary celebration in disguise)

I haven't seen the president all day. He said had an important meeting with Mori. The rest of us are in charge of the decorating and the Port Mafia are in charge of food and refreshments. The food will come in later but for now the decorating is done and it's almost time for the other guest to arrive.

"Everyone, excellent job with the decorations. You should do anything you need to get ready because everyone else will be here very soon." I tell them and they disperse to get changed and so do I.

-----------------------------      A FEW MINUTES LATER      -----------------------------

"Dazai! WHAT IS THAT!?" The words are out of my mouth before I've even fully processed the man's outfit.

"Oh, it's my outfit." He says casually.

I look round at everyone else in standard suits and Yosano and Kyouka in dresses, all appropriate black tie event attire. Not to say Dazai's isn't fitting of the style of the event but . . .

"Yes, but what is it?"

"Why Kunikida-kun, you don't know?" He's teasing me and I feel my fists clench at my sides.

"No, I do not."

"It's perfect attire for a ball." He spins around joyfully.

I know my opinion won't do anything for him anymore, he's just too far gone. "Whatever, just try not to be too weird."

"Keep your expectations realistic, Kunikida." Yosano whispers in my ear. I know she's right but I had to say it anyway.

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The ball has been going very well so far, everyone is peacefully eating, drinking and dancing. However the night is still young so I keep my guard up.

Chuuya's Perspective

We arrive a little later than everyone else. I would say we were being fashionably late, but it was really because Koyou had to drag me out of hiding with the promise of expensive wine. Koyou swats me in the arm, clearly in disapproval of my bitter and distressed expression.

"Come on Chuuya, I refuse to let you seethe like a wet cat all night. You are going to have fun for god's sake."

"Ouch! Hey, you know I wouldn't even be here if it wasn't for the wine."

"And a certain detective."

I just stop myself from punching the other executive in the arm by grabbing a glass of wine. She just smiles knowingly and walks off to mingle. I head over to the table with drinks and pour myself a glass of excellent smelling red, soon I find myself unconsciously scanning the crowd for the aforementioned detective.

Ah, there he—

Fuck!

What!? That tacky, sneaky, bastard! What!? How could he!? I at least deserve a warning first!!!!