Dazai lifted his head up as he heard the knocks on his office door. Dazai put down his pen and cleared his throat. "Come in."

Oda opened the door to his office, and he closed it behind himself and approached Dazai's desk. Oda bowed. "Boss. I have an invitation that might interest you."

Dazai's eyes perked up in interest. "I'm listening."

Odasaku sat a gold envelope on his desk with a red ink stamp to hold it closed. Dazai whistled and he took the envelope in his hands.

"Where did you get this from?"

"One of those mafia underlings that were traitors had it in his coat pocket. Seems it is an invitation to a masquerade ball that is being held by Fyodor Dostoyevsky. I assume because of the rat that's how Dostoyevsky was able to attack you and Chuuya, and almost kidnap Arsené."

"And you brought this to my attention because it's a chance to get back at Dostoyevsky?"

"Mm. The ball is hosted tonight at 8pm sharp at the New Grand Hotel. You will be attending as Mister Sato Shuuji, and your plus one tonight will be a Miss Sato Elsie. The wife of Shuuji."

"Interesting. Well... I say it's about time the Port Mafia pays Dostoyevsky doubly." Dazai smirked.

*

Dazai pulled up his tie and he slicked his hair down on the side and combed the rest back. Dazai pulled down his suit jacket and he checked his watch as he waited on Chuuya. Dazai was in an all-white suit with a black under shirt and a gold tie, with a white mask to match his suit that had a gold trimming and designs. Dazai made sure he looked as rich as the man he was impersonating. Dazai didn't have to wait much longer as he heard the bedroom door open and Dazai's eyes widened as he looked at Chuuya in an all red dress that was shimmery from the waist down, on the back up under Chuuya's shoulder blades there was tied up lace that crisscrossed each other all the way down and it tied in a bow by the end of his back. For footwear Chuuya had on black heels, he had a black choker around his neck with diamonds, and he had a faux fur white wrap. For his mask he had on a red mask with black lace across the top, and gold designs. Dazai whistled as he walked over to Chuuya and grabbed his hand motioning his finger for him to turn around. Chuuya did a spin before Dazai rested his hand on Chuuya's waist. "Well I do say... you look very stunning my love." Dazai said as he kissed Chuuya's cheek.

"Well thank you. But not too many kisses until later. I don't want all my hard work ruined." Chuuya said pouting.

Dazai laughed. "Yes, yes Dear. Well, we should get going. We have a car waiting on us outside. Madame?" Dazai said sticking his arm out. Chuuya hooked his arm in Dazai's as he followed him out.

*

"Welcome Sir and Madame. And you both are?"

Dazai handed the guards their invitation and he smiled. "Sato Shuuji and Sato Elsie."

The man looked at the guest list and he smiled as he lifted up the red rope to let them enter. "Welcome Mr. & Mrs. Sato, have a marvelous night on behalf of the Dostoyevsky's."

Dazai and Chuuya walked into the ballroom, and Chuuya let go of Dazai's arm to go find Dostoyevsky. Dazai was already thinking of ways to kill all the men in the room, all of their eyes were on Chuuya, undressing him with their eyes. Dazai couldn't stand it. Who did they think they were? Dazai watched as Chuuya grabbed two glasses of wine, and he slipped a ruffy into one. Chuuya mixed it really well before walking over to Fyodor, swinging his hips side to side.

"Well hello there handsome. I never knew I'd find such a handsome man like yourself here." Chuuya said sly.

Fyodor chuckled. "Well I am the host. You are very beautiful yourself, Mademoiselle." Fyodor said kissing Chuuya's hand.

"Why thank you. I come baring gifts Mr. Dostoyevsky." Chuuya said handing him the spiked drink.

"Oh please. A beauty like yourself can call me Fyodor." He said smiling as he took a sip of the wine.

Chuuya narrowed his eyes and he smiled as he knew he had Fyodor right where he wanted him.

*

Chuuya grunted as he tossed Fyodor on the mattress in one of the master bedrooms. Dazai slid in the bedroom and Chuuya was panting heavily. Dazai rushed over to his lover with concern and he rubbed his hand through his hair. "Are you okay baby?"

"Yeah... I'm just... out of breath... shit I don't miss this part of being pregnant. Out of breath... all the time..." Chuuya sighed.

Dazai chuckled and he grabbed one of the chairs in the room and put it next to Chuuya. Making his lover sit down. Dazai kissed his forehead before he walked over to Fyodor and started tying him up. "I am going to get him put into the trunk of the car." Dazai said putting him over his shoulder. "I'll be right back okay baby?"

Chuuya nodded as he relaxed in the chair while Dazai left for a moment. He didn't have to wait long as the brunette was back in less than five minutes. Dazai picked Chuuya up into his arms, and the ginger snuggled him and yawned. Dazai smiled at the cute yawn Chuuya gave. Seeing his little lover pregnant all over again, and depending on him made his heart swell in ways that no one could imagine. That's why Dazai was doing this. Because he'd be damned if he let anyone hurt or ruin his family. Dazai would give it all and was prepared to lose it all for them until he took his last breath.