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The day was... just perfect. Dazai didn’t even know how he did it but he somehow managed to persuade Chuuya to go on a date with him. He had no idea how but he just had that kind of effect on the redhead. It has always been like that. And of course, he didn’t mind. At the moment, it was more than precious.

And so he made sure to enjoy it as much as he could - watching his lover and remembering each second of it, smiling, chuckling, joking with Chuuya, teasing him and at times whispering cheesy words only he could hear. 

Once they were back at his apartment, he made sure to let Chuuya know there was a mistletoe hanging at the door, meaning that he wanted a kiss from him.

And when he got it... ahh, how nice it was. The perfect day ending with a perfect kiss. Slowly, his arms wrapped around Chuuya and he kissed him back with all the gentleness in the world, loving his smell and taste as he had always loved. Only, there was something more, something magical in it today.

When they parted, he chuckled at Chuuya’s question, a soft glint in his eyes. “But I always want to kiss you, Chuuya. Besides, it’s more fun like this.” And he kissed the tip of his lover’s nose, not being done with his gentleness just yet. 

[carmellian]

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            ❝ Chuuya. ❞ 

            The drawl of his name on her tongue is familiar and is uttered with utmost fondness at his unexpected visit. They have been preoccupied as of late and she has not heard from him personally (and no, death counts and information exchange did not count, thank you very much) for quite some time so this is a pleasant surprise (unless this was another business visit.) 

             A stroke of luck (or misfortune) that he came after the completion of the brothel’s preparations for the night. Rest came sparsely nowadays and he has chanced her lounging about under the warmth of a finely crafted kotatsu. She silently motions for him to join her if he so wishes. 

            ❝ What brings you here? ❞ 

[euologied]

        confidential documents pertaining the organization’s illegal activities should be disposed of through nothing less than fire ,  but if dazai is to do such boring task he might as well spice it up a little ;  rows of paper planes are placed on his desk , carefully folded and ready to fly into the burning fireplace .

        he holds one in his hands ,  getting a feel of the weight as he aims  ---  but decides to change his target at the last second ,  the paper missile hitting the intruder at the door instead as dazai’s lips  ( pressed into a thin line in concentration )  twist into a scowl . 

        ‘ just when my day was getting interesting .  what do you want ,  chuuya ? ’

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[pastelpsychadelicdelusions]

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Myst didn’t know what to expect when joining the port mafia. From what he knew, it was supposed to be some good money, but with an ability such as his, he wasn’t sure how useful he would even be.

His ability was House of Leaves. Activated, it could alter people’s thoughts and perceptions, but his only experience in using it so far was to charm people, allowing him to continue his life in relative peace. And to be honest, he had used it to cheat on tests and such before, when he had some test not studied enough... What the port mafia might want with it was a risk in and of itself, unexplored by him so far.

He tensed as he walked to meet with his partner, someone who was supposed to train him and work with him on their missions. It was a weird idea, that they were supposed to be meeting for the first time now, but soon enough they’d be fighting alongside each other, though he wasn’t sure if that was literally or metaphorically. Either way, he wasn’t sure how he felt about it.

He approached the bar they’d been set to meet at and checked the time on his phone. 4:59 pm. Right on time... Now, he just had to find whoever he was supposed to meet. Was he supposed to go inside, or wait outside? He opted to wait outside, figuring that was probably better...

[silxntrabiddog]

      @juryokkus from x

      The boy’s eyes, up until now looking at the executive, fell down, a bitter frown crossing the pale face. At this point, the cruel mafia dog looked more like a puppy that was scolded for wanting a treat.       “Satisfaction is just a temporary thing. As soon as you reach something you aimed for, you automatically want to reach more than that. And I can’t just remain standing at one place. If I would stop moving forward he would never - …”      There, Chuuya interrupted him again. Akutagawa’s eyes flicked up once again, meeting the azure one’s, unintentionally revealing the furious storm of emotions raging inside the young man. Silence lingered between the two of them for a long while, before Akutagawa spoke up again in a silent voice.      “Yes, generally, it is not important. It is not important to you. But to me… 

    “To me it is the only thing I keep living for. I gave myself a promise and I am not going to give it up that easily. Be it even for a price of my own life. If I won’t be strong enough to survive for it, then I don’t deserve to live at all.”

[hisashiburii]

Cold Steel, Cold Looks (closed rp with juryokkus)

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Iwao had finished taking pictures of whatever it was that had caught his interest in the canals. Most likely the calm, serene blue waters that were very unlike his own world. He was almost completely relaxed, his guard practically completely down, when he felt the hand on his shoulder and cold steel of the knife being placed on his neck.

The name the other spoke only served to confuse the young brunette, his brows visibly scrunching in confusion. "Mackerel?? I don't know anyone by that name." He says in a soft voice, that was most definitely not Dazai's.. A man who looked like Dazai. This was completely peculiar, was it not?

Shifting his hazel orbs back to meet the other's look, he lets go of his camera and simply relaxes in his arms, attempting to show the smaller, albeit older mafioso that he was no threat, despite the eerily glowing weapon at his side. Even though this was a brand new version of his own world to him, Iwao knew how to play it safe, even if he didn't believe he was in any real danger.

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            Kouyou’s smile is a tad bit softer and a whole lot more genuine. An effect the younger has on her. She enjoys listening to his voice and hearing about his life, seeing as they could only interact briefly during status reports. Missions like these, however, were a few in between assassinations and whatnot. Undercover missions wherein the allure of females were preferred over the companionship of men brought them together.

            The information Mori wishes to extricate must really be of importance if he is sending her protégé, of all people. And as with any information seemingly as delicate, security was high and thus, beauty and a silver tongue alone will not suffice. The mission must require a sufficient amount of firepower. She chuckles softly. Who else better to send?

            Kouyou gives her work a look over; the pads of her index and middle fingers on his well-defined cheekbones. Make-up almost complete, dress gorgeous on his androgynous figure, the gloves, the heels. He is perfect. Her smile grows ever wider. 

            ❝ You are a masterpiece, ❞ she says breathlessly, pleased. Her hands fall to her side, only to retrieve one of her favorite hair accessories so she may clip it on his hair before she ushers him to sit down in front of the vanity mirror so she may finish up his make up. 

            ❝ I would love to have you here more often. If you’re up for the job, then I do not see why not? I am more than certain that the brothel’s income will double if you start helping around. ❞

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“ Hmmmm... ” Her voice trails off as she rolls to a stop, thinking. “ Not really. The blood’s mostly in one puddle, not sprayed everywhere this time. And they already cleaned most of that up. ” By they, she’s referring to other subordinates like her. Returning her gaze to Chuuya, her tired eyes brighten a little upon observing him working on paperwork, and she reluctantly uses her hand to prop herself up to a sitting position on the floor. 

While physically she’s never felt better, the mental toll of maintaining some semblance of control over her ability for so long has her drained of energy. Still, she asks.

“ Do you need help? ” She has no right to be unproductive when her mentor’s still working.