Riddle didn't know what to expect when Jonah mentioned an after-sunset party. He had prepared for the worst like bodies of drunken students scattered on the floor. He certainly didn't expect this. Azul wasn't in his Octavinelle Dorm Uniform. Instead, he was dressed in a black trench coat and pinstripe trousers, also wearing a red scarf and a hooded, gray and white flower-print mantle, and a black fedora. It felt as if they were in a bar in those old gangster movies that Che'nya often shown during their secret sleepover. Azul held the vintage jazz microphone as the light dimmed around them, leaving only a single spotlight above Azul.

I had plenty money 1922

You let other rich men make a fool of you

Why don't you do right

Like some other men do?

Riddle had heard Azul sing before, but he had never thought that the Octavinelle Prefect's voice could be this smooth. Azul opened his eyes, lips curled up into a smirk. Leaving the mic, but his voice still sounded as loud as it previously was, he walked around the stage in such an alluring way.

Get out of here

Get me some money too

Walking down the stage, Riddle clenched his fist under the table. Jonah never mentioned when the performance would pick their lucky partner. And knowing Azul, he would definitely play around just to tick Riddle off. And that was true. Azul walked past his table, giving Riddle a small wink which Riddle responded with a glare.

You're sittin' down wonderin' what it's all about

You ain't got no money, they will put you out

A small *click* was heard on top of his table. Looking up he saw Jack put a cup of tea in front of him. Purposely leaning down, he whispered, "How are you going to make him choose you?"

Riddle picked up the cup and sipped the drink, trying to look casual. "I don't know," he whispered back. "I don't know what he's trying to do."

Jack nodded. He walked away, keeping his eyes close to Azul who sat cross-legged on one of the Scarabia customers' tables.

Why don't you do right

Like some other men do?

Azul purposely tucked a strand of the boy's hair behind his ear. His finger traced the boy's cheek and down his chin. Even when Azul pulled his finger away, the boy's head still tried to follow him, completely love-struck.

Get out of here

Get me some money too

Azul started to walk around again, purposely walking further away from Riddle. He reached a table with a Pomefiore student, giving him a slight bow and he offered a hand. The boy, cheeks flushed, put his hand on top of Azul. The singer smiled, giving the boy a small kiss on the back of his hand.

If you had prepared 20 years ago

You wouldn't be a-wanderin' now from door to door

Azul walked closer toward him and he took off his fedora. Riddle's eyes widened. Don't tell him...

Why don't you do right

Like some other men do?

Azul put his fedora on top of the Pomefiore's head, pulling it down until it covered his eyes, earning a squeak of surprise from the boy. Riddle tore his eyes away from the scene. It was no doubt Azul had chosen the lucky customer. The prefect gripped on his pants hard, biting his lip in anger. They had failed. They couldn't do anything without causing a scene. Jonah would be disappointed-

Get out of here

Get me some money too

Riddle's head shot up when he felt a pair of hands on his shoulder. His body immediately tense when he heard Azul chuckled behind him. Even as the Octavinelle Prefect continued to sing, his hand never left's Riddle's body. Azul sat on his table, his hand traveled to his face until it reached his chin, pulling it slightly so their face got closer.

Why don't you do right

The hand traveled again until it reached the back of his head. Azul leaned forward, his lips near Riddle's ear, and lowered his voice. "Looks like you had a terrible night, dear Crimson Tyrant," he whispered. Riddle's brow furrowed. "You really think you can just walk in here and hoping I'll choose you?" Azul chuckled. "Tell your captain to play better."

"This isn't over," Riddle whispered back.

"I hope it isn't." He smirked. "I'll be waiting for his next move." Azul leaned back and pulled away. Even then, Riddle could still felt the lingering feeling of the hand behind his head. Azul sang his last line louder.

Like some other men do?

As he stood up from Riddle's table, the music reached its climax. Azul stepped back onto the stage and the spotlight snapped out. The room was filled with applause and whistles but Riddle didn't care. He stared at the unfinished tea on his table. He put a hand on his forehead as he scrunched his eyes hard.

Ace, Deuce, and Jack had witnessed it all, but Jack in particular felt angry. Azul had foiled their plan. They've lost the gamble. He watched as the Leech Twins approached the Pomefiore student with Azul's had, probably chatting about the aftermath.

What are they supposed to do now?

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A knock came on Azul door. Looking up he saw the familiar Pomefiore student with his fedora still on his hat. "Excuse me," he said. "The twins said that I have to return this."

Azul smiled at him. "Of course." He stood up from his seat and hold onto a shiny golden paper. "Please sit down for a second. There's something I must talk about."

The student entered the room closing the door behind him. Azul gestured his guest to take a seat on one of the couch and set himself across him. "Oh!" He took off the fedora. "Here's your hat."

Azul chuckled. "Yes. Thank you." He wore the hat and look straight at the student. "First thing. Is this your first time joining our Sunday Supreme?"

The boy nodded. "Yes. My friend mentioned that there's a cool event in Octavinelle so I just have to know."

Azul chuckled. "I see. Well, I assumed you enjoy tonight's show?"

The boy nodded again, more excitedly. "Yes! You are a great singer!"

"Why, thank you. Now, during our Sunday Supreme, we would choose one lucky person to win a prize." He put the golden paper on the table and slid it in front of the boy. "This is a Golden Ticket. With this, I can grant you one wish, anything you desire without signing any contract. On top of that, I cannot refuse your request no matter how ridiculous your wish is."

The boy picked up the ticket with awe. "Anything I desire? Really?"

"Of course. But choose wisely, for you can only use this once."

"Don't worry," the boy giggled. "I know what I want to wish for."

Azul blinked in surprise. "Really now?"

"It's really simple." The boy leaned back, making himself more comfortable. "I want you to strike a deal with my friend. He's the one who really needs help. You can talk to him in detail soon."

Azul hummed as he tapped his chin. "How interesting. This is the first time I've gotten a wish like that. Who is this friend of yours?"

"Jonah Argentum."

The temperature of the room suddenly dropped as Azul looked up to the boy, who is now smirking at him. Did he just say that name? "What?"

The boy shrugged, looking way more relaxed and not even afraid of the growing anger inside of Azul. "You said yourself that you can't refuse my wish, right? I want you to make a contract with Jonah."

The Octavinelle Prefect growled. "Who are you really?"

"A friend." The 'Pomefiore boy' took out his magical pen and Azul's eyes widened when he saw that the gem was red instead of indigo. "And an ally." The boy waved his pen, as suddenly the Pomefiore Dorm Uniform burst into pixie-dust light. The boy was now wearing the signature Heartslabyul Uniform with the four-of-diamond on his blazer.

"Cater Diamond." If Azul's glare could kill, Cater would be dead by now. "How?"

"Well, we already know that if we send Riddle here you won't pick him," Cater explained, twirling his pen between his fingers but this kept his eyes on Azul. "So, I just used my unique magic and disguise myself and my clones as some random students."

"Is everyone on my guest list your clone?"

"Nope. Just five of them." The senior grinned. "We are very lucky that you picked me~ Not even Riddle know!"

"Not even-! Using luck against me..." Azul growled, looking ready to kill. How dare the captain fooled him. Even with all his disadvantages, he still kept coming back. Just- How stubborn is he?!

Cater hummed. "Well?" He slid the Golden Ticket back to Azul.

The prefect glared at the paper. Using a gift, forcing him to obey. How annoying. With a sigh, he picked up the ticket. "Fine." He ripped the ticket and it suddenly glowed. A Golden Contract appeared in place of the ripped paper. "I am a man of my word. I'll make a deal with your captain."

Taking the floating Golden Contract he glared at the name underneath the signature line. If it was someone else, Azul would be thrilled of having one more poor unfortunate soul underneath his mercy. But this was Jonah fucking Argentum they were talking about.

He'll make sure that the betrayer regrets his decision.