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cyuya-nakahara · 8 years ago
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A Different Sort of Dance - Ch 2
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Dazai arrived at the café the next day at 2:30, determined to be there when Chuuya arrived.
Chapter 2
Dazai arrived at the café the next day at 2:30, determined to be there when Chuuya arrived. He had so many things to say, so many questions to ask, he was so...intrigued. He wasn't even sure why. The air that the redhead gave off was alluring, and the way he fought was incredible to watch. He'd been watching him raise hell in the various clubs that the Port Mafia controlled for weeks. And that was just how often he'd been around to watch. In truth, he'd requested after the the second incident that his subordinates page him whenever fights broke out, specifically so that he could have a chance to see him fight again. Most of their clubs were close together, so he could quickly make it elsewhere. And oftentimes, it paid off. Oftentimes, it was him.
In truth, the only reason that the higher ups didn't know enough to to care about the incidents was because Dazai was controlling the flow of information to them. He needed the Boss and other executives to stay out of it until he got what he wanted. Besides, the clubs they controlled were his territory anyway. As far as these clubs went, he was the boss.
The problem was that he didn't know exactly what he wanted from the other man. He didn't know what it was that he needed. And he didn't know how to get it. He'd tried to fix it the night before, but somehow all he'd done was make the feeling stronger when he was trying to get it to go away. Something just pulled him toward him, and he couldn't get him out of his head since the first time he saw him raising hell in one of his clubs. He'd just chocked it up to a desire to hire him at first. To be fair, he still wanted to —the Mafia could always use some extra muscle. But he had a feeling that that wasn't all he was interested in.
Dazai checked his watch. 2:59. Chuuya would be arriving soon.
...Except Chuuya never did, and almost a full hour later, Dazai accepted that he'd been stood up. He supposed that he couldn't complain. He hadn't negotiated a time or date or even left a number. But nevertheless, he was disappointed.
As the day drew on, Chuuya stayed in Dazai's thoughts as he oversaw deliveries of drug cargo to his different establishments. Sure, his clubs were clubs, and people did come to drink, dance, and have a good time, but the definition of "a good time" was subjective. The real business he was running was in the designer drugs they sold behind the scenes, a different drug for each club. That was how clubs got regulars in his part of town. People tended to stay out of his neck of the woods unless they were after something illegal.
Chuuya, however, never bought any drugs, and barely bought alcohol, but still showed up several times a week. It seemed to Dazai that he was after a different kind of fix, and it was quickly becoming Dazai's favourite pastime to ponder what it was. Chuuya may have said he was just there to dance, but if that was all he was after, the gay bar Dazai ran just down the street would have been a much better place to frequent. The redhead was never so much as reported as a patron in that one, though —according to his subordinates, Chuuya had never so much as walked through its doors. So it stood to reason, Dazai figured, considering all that Chuuya had told him, that it was the possibility of a fight that excited the redhead. The possibility, not certainty. A fight wasn't hard to find in this part of town, so Chuuya must enjoy the thrill of the gamble.
"Sir."
Dazai was pulled from his thoughts to mark the delivery complete. He groaned as he realised he still needed to supervise deliveries to three other clubs before his establishments started opening in a few hours.
After Dazai had left, Chuuya had spent the rest of his Sunday at home. Usually he didn't leave until he'd danced or fought to his satisfaction but...he just couldn't go back to the dance floor and pick another. The whole encounter had thrown him off wildly, so he just went home.
Everything about what had transpired was so...odd, and Chuuya lingered on it at home, turning the man's entirely useless business card in his hands as he laid in bed.
"Are you here to dance or raise hell?"
God, he was so stuck on that. The way the man's expression shifted so much he looked almost like another person. The change in his tone. He went from looking like a deer stumbling through the encounter to looking like something Chuuya couldn't quite describe. Something far less innocent. Something that knew him, and saw straight through him. Something that dared him into a different sort of dance than he'd been trying for.
That's what it had felt like. Their whole encounter, from his initial request, to Dazai leaving in a hurry, had been a dance. They just hadn't been using their bodies.
The next day, Chuuya didn't bother going to the café Dazai had asked him to. It wasn't even a date as far as Chuuya saw. Dates were organised, this was ordered. He wasn't into that. Even if he'd been desperate to see the guy again, nothing would have made him go to a rundown café by someone else's order. It wasn't going to happen.
That said, he wanted to see him again.
In an average week, Chuuya only went out every few days to vent his stresses. But his usual stress relief had been interrupted last night, so there was no harm in trying again —or so he rationalised. He knew damn well as he walked past the bouncer at another shady nightclub that he wasn't there for any of his usual reasons.
But reasons aside, the second Chuuya stepped into the club and the heat of a room of churning bodies hit him while the fans blew on his face, the lights strobing and passing him over, stale cologne of lacklustre dates wafting into his nose, music pounding in his chest, he knew he was in his element. The Mafia could own the club, but as long as he was here, he owned this floor.
To his luck, he spotted his target toward the edge of the mess of other dancers, managing the crowd. He made his way over.
"Hey. You." He said, walking up behind him and putting a hand on his side, sliding in front of him the same way he'd done the night before. But instead of his flirty expression from before, he met his eye with an irritated look. He put his hands on Dazai's sides and pulled him closer, swaying his hips and holding his gaze as he danced.
"What kind of jackass gives a business card with only his name?" He grumbled.
Dazai chuckled at the sudden visitor, looking him over.
"What kind of loser wears hats like these?"
Chuuya curled his fingers around Dazai's belt, not breaking eye contact.
"I am at an excellent height and distance to ram my knee into your dick."
"So you're aware you're not even as tall as the other hat racks I've seen?"
Chuuya made an audible 'tch' and turned as he continued to dance
"I'm very aware of my size." He said. "Good luck getting to me with those jokes."
If it were anyone else, Chuuya would have left or started an altercation by now. But something about the man made him not want to leave, and the way they spoke felt so familiar. So natural.
"So really," Chuuya began, his tone softer as he ground down low and came back up, "Why don't you list a number or anything on your card? Defeats the point. And dance, you still owe me from last night."
Dazai laughed, but awkwardly obliged, or at least tried to, moving a little to the music.
"A name is all you need in my position in my line of work." He said coolly, attempting to turn Chuuya in the wrong direction for the hand he'd taken. Chuuya corrected the manoeuvre.
"And what position is that?" He asked.
"I control the clubs around here. All Mafia properties in this district are under my command."
Chuuya laughed.
"They picked a pretty weak boss. I could wreck you."
"I don't doubt it."
They awkwardly danced for a moment before a question pressed on Chuuya's brain.
"So if you think I'm so dangerous, why haven't you done anything? I'm surprised I can even walk in these places. I know I'm recognisable. You haven't even banned me."
He turned to face the brunet, staring him in the eye. Dazai looked back at him.
"I was hoping you could tell me." Dazai answered.
Chuuya cocked a brow.
"And how exactly am I supposed to know?"
"I was hoping something you said could make it clear to me. But I mostly just wind up wanting you to talk more."
"That's a really lame answer."
"Perhaps."
That said, it was the truth, or at least part of it. Dazai wasn't ready to admit to all the time he spent watching Chuuya's fights both in person and on footage, all the time he pondered the nature of the man that could capture his attention so well.
Chuuya didn't really need to hear those admissions to gather his own conclusion.
"You know, if you want a date, you should really just ask, dude. Actually ask, and not just throw out a time and place."
The redhead's comment caught Dazai off-guard as the smaller man once again lowered himself to the beat of the music and brought himself back up. He stood silently, just watching.
"That's what this is about, right?" Chuuya continued. "You got the hots for me at some point and didn't want to throw me out."
He paused, and caught Dazai's eye with a smirk.
"Is this why the higher ups you mentioned don't care yet? Do they even actually know?"
Dazai was silent. He wouldn't answer these questions. Not here, at least.
"How's Friday at 6?" He said, barely loud enough to be heard over the music. Chuuya's smirk grew.
"Where'd you have in mind?"
"What do you like?"
"Good wine."
Dazai didn't really know much about where to go for that.
He took a slip of paper and a pen out of his pocket and scribbled down an address.
"Here," he said, handing it to Chuuya. "Pick a place you like, and we can meet here."
Chuuya took it and tucked it away into his pocket.
"Sounds good."
With that, Dazai turned and walked away into the crowd.
Typical upload schedule may be delayed by a week since I'll be posting again before next Sunday. This means YI(WI) will update next on either 5/28 or 6/4, depending on how the rest of this week goes. This fic should update the week following YI(WI)'s update. Ily guys! <3
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