Fragments of Us - Soukoku Oneshots

11. His Territory, My Choice ❤️‍🩹

The dim glow of Mori's office cast long shadows across the room. Dazai sat lazily on one of the sofas, legs crossed, twirling a strand of hair around his finger. Chuuya, standing nearby with arms crossed and a scowl firmly planted on his face, had a sinking feeling about whatever Mori had in mind. He wasn't wrong.

"You want us to what?" Chuuya's sharp voice cut through the silence, his fiery blue eyes narrowing in disbelief.

Mori leaned back in his chair, a sly smile playing at his lips. "I want you and Dazai to infiltrate a ball that's being hosted at the Reiss mansion. High-level targets from different underground organizations will be there. It's a prime opportunity to gather intelligence."

Dazai lazily glanced over at Chuuya, his expression unreadable. "Sounds like a fun night out."

"Shut up, Dazai," Chuuya grumbled, focusing back on Mori. "But why the hell do we have to pretend to be a couple? We could easily sneak in without this ridiculous act."

Mori chuckled softly. "Ah, Chuuya, but that's exactly the point. The guest list is exclusive to couples attending the ball. We need you two to blend in perfectly. No one would expect Port Mafia's finest to infiltrate disguised as a pair of lovers."

Chuuya's frustration grew. "We could send someone else for this. Hell, even Gin could do it!"

"And risk someone else blowing our cover?" Mori's tone remained calm, but firm. "No, you and Dazai are perfect for this. Besides, you have great chemistry. I'm sure you'll play the role convincingly."

Chuuya glared at Dazai, who was grinning like a cat that had caught a particularly amusing mouse.

Dazai gave an exaggerated sigh. "Oh, come on, Chuuya. Imagine the gossip tomorrow when everyone sees you on my arm. It'll be priceless."

"You're gonna wish you were dead for real if you keep that up," Chuuya growled.

"Now, now," Mori interrupted smoothly, clearly enjoying their bickering. "This isn't up for debate. You'll play your roles and gather the intel we need. That's an order."

There was no further room for argument. Chuuya clenched his jaw, giving a stiff nod before storming out of the office with Dazai in tow.

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Back at their apartment, Chuuya stood in front of the mirror, staring at the backless black dress Dazai had insisted he wear. His teeth were grinding as he adjusted the straps. The silky fabric hugged his figure perfectly, leaving little to the imagination, especially at his back.

"This is ridiculous," he muttered to himself, running a hand through his copper-red hair. "I'm a damn mafia executive, not a model."

Just as he was about to turn away from the mirror, Dazai's voice floated into the room, dripping with amusement. "You're really pulling that look off, Chuuya."

Chuuya turned to see Dazai leaning against the doorframe, watching him with a smirk. He was dressed in a sleek, tailored black suit that complemented Chuuya's dress perfectly. His shirt was a dark crimson, matching the faint red tones in Chuuya's hair, and his black tie hung untied around his neck.

"Would you quit staring?" Chuuya snapped, though the heat rising to his cheeks betrayed his usual composure.

Dazai's gaze flickered up and down his figure before he straightened up, stepping closer. "I told you it would suit you. We're supposed to be a couple tonight, after all."

Chuuya rolled his eyes, but couldn't deny that Dazai cleaned up well. His slim yet athletic frame filled out the suit, making him look every bit the part of a dangerous yet charming gentleman. The dark crimson of his shirt contrasted sharply with his pale skin, and the sheen of his tailored suit matched the elegance of Chuuya's dress.