Walking on the red carpet laid on the ground that lead to a white mansion, Chuuya and Akutagawa entered the mansion. They saw many familiar faces, the ones usually shown on news articles or TV shows. The mansion is luxuriously designed, with many small details, the insides of the mansion was also painted dead white, even the ground in contacted with white marble tiles which shines under the bright light. The status at either side of the hall seems like they were made by great crafters, and the paintings were simple but expensive. A great contrast of colours, Chuuya must say. Most of the people invited wore black expensive suits and wore shining jewelries, unlike Chuuya, who just wore a choker for his so called "jewelries" . While Akutagawa chose a silver necklace that is barely visible.
Chuuya walked to one of the few white tables after examining the surroundings, the tables were filled with food and goods like wine. Chuuya grimaced at the sight of his favourite wine, he shouldn't drink wine, at least not today, his alcohol tolerance is not the best. Maybe a sip would be fine...? He reached out to the bottle but got stopped by Akutagawa whom reminded him about the purpose of coming here.
"Fine fine, i won't drink." Chuuya spat. Akutagawa nodded before disappearing.
Chuuya realised that the stairs leading to the top of the mansion is blocked by numerous securities with guns. He wondered how he is suppose to get to the office in the mansion without knowing where anything is. He somehow got the map of the mansion from Mori, it's said on the map that the office is at the highest level of the mansion. He will have to wait for Dostoevsky to arrive at the ball and leave his office before he works his way up. Akutagawa is nowhere to be seen, probably went to a lonely corner and be emo all over.
Chuuya grabbed a lollipop out of his pocket, he showed no interest in the expensive food on the tables. He stood at at corner and decided to rest his eyes while leaning on the white wall. He really was not a fan of noisy and crowded areas.
The music started to play as the table were moved away to the sides of the hall, people dance and swayed to the beat of the music. Chuuya stayed silent leaning against the wall, dipping his lollipop into the wine he 'stole' from the table despite Akutagawa's reminder. A great combination to be honest, the sweetness of the candy is mixed with the slight bitter or the wine and the unique taste of it. Chuuya somehow got lost in thoughts while tasting this amazing combination.
"Hello Sir. May i ask for a dance together?" A voice broke Chuuya's delusional little world. Chuuya looked up, confused on who the hell would as him for a dance, some more a male. His eyes widened at the sight of a familiar face he seen on the picture. With a dark black hair, a dark purple pupil in his smiling eyes, paired with a dark aura. Fyodor Dostoevsky! Target locked, Chuuya composed himself before pretending he didn't meet the latter before, which he actually didn't. How convenient to have the suspect right up the hook! Chuuya pretended to look confused then reached out his left hand and settled it right on top of Dostoevsky's. Chuuya had black gloves, whereas Fyodor had white ones. Chuuya feels like this Russian has a huge liking to white.
"I would lov-" "No he already has a partner." Another familiar voice cut off Chuuya, before another hand took his left hand off Dostoevsky's, swift but gentle. Chuuya turned his head to find that just too familiar face, the smile on that person's face however had not changed. Dazai wore a white suit which matches the theme, he styled his hair which showed more of his forehead, his bangs still fell down until it reaches the top of his nose. The bandages however, was gone on his face and revealed a handsome and clear face. But what is he doing here? How is he even invited into here?
"What are you doing here Dazai-" Fyodor and Chuuya spoke at the same time. They turned to each other, a little surprised written on their faces.
"Dazai, i came here first, do you have to snatch away everything that i try to get?" Fyodor shot Dazai a insincere smile. Chuuya raised at eyebrow.
"Maybe~ but this Chibi is my dance partner, so back off?" Dazai smirked at the annoyed Fyodor.
"Who the fuck is your Chibi? And i am not your dance par-" "We will get going, bye bye~" Dazai cut off Chuuya again and pulled the angered Chuuya away. He just lost his chance to interact with Dostoevsky! All thanks to this suicidal maniac!
"Let go!" Chuuya forced Dazai's hand away from his wrist and turned to leave, but a hand wrapped around his waist as Dazai pulled him in for a dance.
"What the fuck? Let go-" Chuuya squirmed.
"Listen here Chibi, don't go near that Fyodor Dostoevsky you understand me?" Dazai whispered into Chuuya's ears when he pulled Chuuya into a embrace to match the song played, making it less suspicious and prevented the people around from hearing. Chuuya groaned at the sudden closeness, how his heart skipped a beat at the mouth right beside his ears. He can see Fyodor at the side of the dance floor watching them closely, with an annoyed face, sipping an unknown liquid that Chuuya guessed is wine.
"Why?" Chuuya whispered back when their face was close. Dazai did not answer and just continued dancing with the confused Chuuya. Chuuya catches Dazai keep glancing at Fyodor every now and then, it looks as if they are communicating with their eyes. The suspicion of Dazai and Fyodor grew in him and he is more curious of their relationship and how Dazai got invited into this event where all the rich and famous people were. Asking them would just be too obvious and suspicious, so he would have to think of another way to obtain information from the two. Maybe he should ask Mori to help search up on Dazai to find out who he is, that would be the fastest way. But firstly, he will have to excuse himself and try to find Akutagawa to discuss on their next move. Akutagawa was nowhere to be seen on the dance floor, not that Chuuya expected him to be dancing with a partner.
He looked up at Dazai, who seems to be kind of enjoying himself, and was also staring at Chuuya. Dazai mouthed out the words that Chuuya managed to make out, "You look beautiful." Chuuya rolled his eyes at the comment, but his heart says otherwise, his ears turned red a little from the compliment he was given. Dazai giggled as smiles at the shorter male who turned his head away and how coincident, he saw Akutagawa at the side of a statue, it looks as if he is examining it. Chuuya did not want to leave Dazai's side just yet, he feels like he should enjoy this a bit more. What was he thinking?! Enjoy dancing with Dazai? He must have hit his head somewhere.
He pushed Dazai away and excused himself, giving a stupid reason that he has to use the bathroom.
(Gonna be working on Dazai's POV next chapter~ before that, i will need to revise for my upcoming exams TwT. Wish me good luck for my examinations!!! ^_^)
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Wishes and Dreams
Fanfiction"Hello! I'll be working with you from today." A familiar yet annoying voice spoke from behind, Chuuya turned around immediately. "HUH? WHAT THE FUCK ARE YOU DOING HERE?!"
