Wishes and Dreams

A Coincidence?

Chuuya walked into the port mafia building, going straight up to the highest level shown on the elevator buttons. How familiar is he with this, he lost count on how many times he pressed that button. He checked his outfit and combed his hands through his hair, tiding himself before the elevator stopped with a "ding" and the metal door opened.

"Boss." Chuuya greeted as he knelt down.

"You don't sound as formal as now when your on the phone Chuuya, it's fine no one is here to judge." Mori smiled. Indeed, Elise wasn't there, somehow. Chuuya had always thought Mori could never take his eyes off that little girl for one single second. Chuuya took a long deep breath before standing up.

" WHAT DA FUCK YOU WANT NOW! THE INFORMATION IS DEAD!" Chuuya groaned, pinching his forehead. Mori sighed, and hesitated if he should say what is in his head or not. "Spit it out." Chuuya guessed, seeing Mori's undecidable face. Mori is seated on a so-called-luxurious chair, his hands laid at the hand rest of the chair, looking towards the long window. Chuuya never understood why Mori had such a bad taste in chairs, the chair looks to flowery and old fashioned. 

"I got two invitation to a ball-like event tomorrow-"

"And what da fuck is that gonna do with anything?"

"... so the ball is for very important people from many different groups of either mafia or famous people, there might be information there. He head person for this event is one of my suspects, so i need you to help me investigate on him." Mori explained, throwing a picture of the suspect to Chuuya who caught it swiftly. 'Fyodor Dostoevsky'? That isn't a japanese name. That sounds more like a Russian name...? Why is a Russian guy trying to go against port mafia for? Chuuya was getting a bad feeling of this person. 

Chuuya looked through the information file of Fyodor Dostoevsky, nothing out of the ordinary, he is just a business man that has a successful business which made him very rich. He has two very close working partners, names are... Sigma... and Nikolai Gogol? The information about those two are little.

"Don't mess up this mission. It's very important, i have come to a slight conclusion that he might be behind all these murder of our people." Mori glanced at Chuuya who nodded. 

"Go get yourself a nice suit for the ball tomorrow, your dismissed." Chuuya bowed and left the room.

~Later~

Chuuya walked into the shop down the port mafia building, he didn't even bother to talk to Akutagawa, who was just following behind him, keeping quiet. That emo wannabe must be the person taking the other invitation, which means he is also getting a suit for the ball. But don't we need a ball partner for the event...? Chuuya immediately turned to Akutagawa who is somehow walking with his eyes closed. 

"Not what you are thinking Chuuya senpai." Akutagawa confirmed.

"..." Chuuya pretended he didn't hear shit.

The both got a suit and left the store, to be honest, everything looks good on them anyways, as long as they look formal then it's fine. 

The next day came quickly as they pretty much gotten the previous day off, spending their time picking out a suit and planning a way to get as close to Fyodor Dostoevsky as possible. They couldn't just barge in as there will be many ability users and important people gathered there, they do not want chaos to occur and some incident to happen. They only can do it step by step which is really something the mafia is not used to. They heard that during the event, everyone will be busy downstairs in the big hall of the luxurious house, and the store room, security room and the other parts of the house would be shut down for use and there will be securities monitoring around the areas. That is not a problem, but things would get bad if the securities see them and put the alarm off. They will have to find a way to get into Fyodor's workspace to get clues. Something just feels odd when Chuuya thinks about it, but he shook it off, preparing himself. He didn't bother to put on a black wig to cover his bright hair which Mori prepared for him.

Akutagawa however, decided to clip his hair up and style it so the white strands at the bottom of his black hair was not obvious. He actually looks much less emo like when his hair is styled up without his two cockroach fringe hanging around his head. Chuuya just let his back hair fall instead of tying it up with a hair band, and he still wear his black hat which actually looks good with the white and black suit, he only added a small silver chain to the hat. The choker still rested around his slim neck which was covered by a high collar shirt beneath his suit. He ended off choosing a tight black pants with a silver belt with decorating chains hanging on it. Grabbing his long black cloak, he walked out of the changing room and got into the back seat of the car with Akutagawa already seated at the front seat. He was not excited for the ball.

Chuuya opened his phone and scroll through it, he doesn't have many contacts, only his colleague's and boss. He realised he didn't even get his new friend's contact despite him already leaving the school. Maybe they will meet again? Who knows. Chuuya sighed internally when he looked out of the car window, his hands went to his choker, he didn't even give Dazai a gift or even a letter before he left. Ugh whatever, that dumbass probably won't give a shit. He turned his head to look at a also daydreaming Akutagawa, he looks like his thinking of something really happy, his mood isn't so gloomy as before. As if... he is looking forward to the mission, weird for Akutagawa to be looking forward to something, especially a fucking ball.

The car took a stop and the door opened, Chuuya sighed loudly and stepped out, Akutagawa followed. Fuck this shit.