Night had fallen over Yokohama. The stars twinkled brightly in the night sky. Chuuya leaned on the balcony of his room, longingly thinking about the boy he met at the marketplace. A dark look flashed over his face at the thought of the unfair fate he had suffered, because of Fyodor's intervention. He sighed and went inside.
Beneath the balcony was the boy he was thinking about, now disguised as Shuuji Tsushima. He was pacing around the garden muttering to himself.
"He doesn't even want to see me... How am I supposed to talk to him if he won't even see me?"
Along with him in the garden were Atsushi, Ranpo and Akutagawa. Atsushi and Ranpo were playing chess, and Atsushi was losing, partly because he was so distracted by Akutagawa, who was brooding in the corner. Ranpo moved a piece and defeated Atsushi, who looked at him with disbelief.
"What am I supposed to do Atsushi-kun?!" Dazai wailed like a dying duck. Atsushi sighed at the manchild and conjured up a blackboard.
"It's very simple Dazai-san. Tell him the...truth! I'm sure he'll understand!"
Dazai glared at him.
"No way I'll be able to do that. He'll laugh at me!"
He adjusted his suit and asked,
"There. How do I look?"
Atsushi groaned forlornly and replied,
"Like a prince..."
Dazai hopped onto Ranpo and flew up to Chuuya's balcony.
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Chuuya was lying on his bed when he heard a voice call for him.
"Prince Chuuya?"
He whipped his head towards the balcony. Through the curtains, he could see Prince Tsushima standing there.
"What do you want?" He yelled, not in the mood for a visitor, especially not this one.
"I just want to talk!" Prince Tsushima replied.
"I do not want to talk to you." Chuuya hissed.
"But please! I have to say something!" Prince Shuuji pleaded. Chuuya felt a vein pop and he turned to the other. He pushed Tsushima, anger pulsing through his body. But it all disappeared when he knocked down the other prince's head ornament, which gave him a clear view of his face. Sharp eyes, a small frown on his face, and other familiar features reminded him of another boy he had met, not long ago. One who was supposed to be dead.
"Wait, wait!" Chuuya said. Prince Tsushima stilled.
"You remind me of someone I met in the marketplace," Chuuya said suspiciously. Prince Tsushima's eyes widened.
"No way! It must have been one of my servants." He said. Chuuya observed him for a minute before he sighed and mumbled,
"I guess not..."
Chuuya turned to go inside. Atsushi, disguised as a fly buzzed near Dazai's ear.
"Talk about him! Compliment him! The eyes, the smile, pick a feature."
Dazai cleared his throat and said,
"Prince Chuuya, you have gorgeous eyes."
Chuuya looked shocked, but a smile slowly took over his face.
"You know? I'm rich too." He replied.
"Yes, that too," Dazai said.
"The son of the emperor, the finest price to be won and wed to a handsome prince like you..." Chuuya purred, inching closer to Dazai, who leaned back at the sudden approach.
