Psyche and Delic. The names of two people. Two people apart of this whole story. Two people stuck in a world of drugs and prostitution. Of course Delic wouldn't let his small companion sell himself like that, he would do that work for himself, which led Psyche only to think Delic loved him. Which was false. It would only be soon until the small cheery raven would have his heart broken. Delic couldn't understand how the raven was so happy all of the time, if he only knew it was because he was in love with the blonde. Delic was complicated. He didn't want Psyche to get hurt, but yet he involved him with bad people. He could only keep the smaller male innocent for so long.
The two were currently walking alongside each other. Psyche reached out and took the blonde's hand in his own. Delic didn't think anything of it like Psyche did and intertwined their fingers. "Deli-chan?" the raven's soft voice asked. "Hmm..." was the blonde's reply. Psyche's smile never ceased. "What do you think our future will be like?" he asked rocking their hands back and forth. Delic sighed and shrugged. "The same as now I guess..." he answered plainly. Psyche let out a laugh. "The same? I thought we might..." he trailed off. "Never mind. I guess I'm happy now..." he said his happy tone fading. Delic didn't like seeing the raven sad. "What's wrong?" "I-I love you Deli-chan!" the raven burst out. Delic's eyes widened. "P-Psyche...I'm sorry...you don't deserve me...and besides...I don't feel the same way..." the blonde's words made the now devastated raven run away sobbing. And Delic let him. He couldn't find himself wanting to run after the male. It was better of he got away now. Away from being with a dangerous man. What reason would make Psyche love him? That was all that was on Delic's mind.
Psyche wasn't heard from in over a month. Delic had asked everyone if they'd seen him. The one answer he recieved was from an anonymous email saying he was fine. Then another a day later saying he was almost fine. Then another one saying he would soon be fine. Delic got frightened when he recieved one about ten minutes ago. It said he's here, at the place you stood us up with the deal, he has maybe an hour, and that's if you can get him help quickly. Delic was sitting in silence trying to decode the message. He then remembered. He was supposed to deliver some drugs to this one guy but couldn't because Psyche had a fever. He cursed himself before getting dressed and running out. When he arrived at the place he was told to go, he found only the man and two of his friends passed out on the ground, wounded badly. He noticed one start to wake up grabbed the man by the collar of his shirt. "Fucking tell me where Psyche is! Now!" he roared. The man coughed up some blood but the blonde didn't care. "S-Some bastard saw us hitting him and kicked our asses then took him..." he coughed. Delic slammed him to the ground before running to look for the raven. His only friend.
Psyche woke up feeling sore and exhausted. He heard someone speak. "Oi, flea? Why are you wearing that? What happened? Looks like you finally got what you deserved." there was a small laugh.