Chuuya's Disguise

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Ship - Soukoku

Timeline - Future

Includes - Fluff and Smut

The city was alive with bright lights and the buzz of excitement as Yokohama prepared for one of its grandest events, an exclusive, high-society gala. It was the perfect cover for a mission, except this one was a little different. Chuuya Nakahara, the infamous executive of the Port Mafia, had to go undercover. And this time, it wasn't his usual blend-into-the-shadows type of disguise. No, this time, it was far more complicated.

He'd be dressed as a woman.

In the safety of Kouyou Ozaki's private quarters, Chuuya sat in front of a large mirror, his foot tapping impatiently on the floor as the older woman carefully applied makeup to his face.

"Kouyou, is this really necessary?" Chuuya grumbled, feeling the unfamiliar weight of eyeliner being applied with practiced precision.

Kouyou smiled softly at Chuuya, continuing on her work. "Of course it is, darling. If we want to pull this mission off, you must look the part. And trust me, you'll be stunning, Chuuya. Even Dazai won't know what hit him when he sees you tonight."

At the mention of Dazai, Chuuya's scowl deepened. He and Dazai had been dating for a while now, and even though they had a knack for working together under intense situations, this mission felt especially nerve-wracking. Not because of the danger, but because of how Dazai might react to his new look.

"That idiot better not laugh at me," Chuuya muttered, glancing at himself in the mirror. His heart was already racing a mile a minute, the thought of Dazai seeing him like this makes him more anxious than the mission itself.

Kouyou placed the finishing touches on Chuuya's look, a delicate crimson lipstick that matched the elegant red evening gown he was wearing. The red fabric hugged his slender form perfectly, the neckline plunging just enough to keep eyes interested. His hair was styled softly around his face, making him look undeniably graceful, beautiful even.

"You're ready," Kouyou announced, stepping back to admire her work. "And, Chuuya... you're breathtaking."

Chuuya hesitated before standing up, his hands brushing over the silky material of the gown. He couldn't deny it, he looked... good. Really good. He felt out of his element, yet there was a strange confidence settling over him, one that Kouyou had helped instill.

"Thanks, Kouyou," Chuuya said softly, still avoiding his own reflection.

Kouyou smiled, patting his shoulder. "Go knock them dead. And don't worry about Dazai. He won't know what to do with himself when he sees you."

Meanwhile, Dazai stood at the entrance of the gala, blending into the crowd of well-dressed elites. He wore his usual charming, disarming smile, his sharp eyes scanning the room for any potential threats or targets. But his mind kept drifting, wondering when Chuuya would make his grand appearance.

The plan was simple, Chuuya, disguised as a wealthy heiress, would slip into the inner circle of the event's hosts to gather information on a rival organization. Dazai would provide backup, mingling in the background as her 'bodyguard.'

He checked his watch impatiently. "Where the hell is Chuuya?"

The moment Dazai looked up, however, his breath caught in his throat.

Chuuya stepped through the entrance, a vision of elegance and power in the red dress. The lighting from the chandeliers above made his auburn hair glow softly, the curls framing his face in a way that only amplified his beauty. His eyes, lined with makeup that brought out their piercing blue color, scanned the crowd, and for a second, Dazai couldn't move.

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⏰ Last updated: Oct 11, 2024 ⏰

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