Izaya has always been a self-centered, narcissistic, selfish bastard. Psyche has always been caring, but he's always had a mischievous side. One day, after watching Izaya treated Shizuo like absolute shit, he decides to teach his look-alike a lesson on humility with a little help from Delic. Psyche/Izaya, Izaya/Delic SLIGHT: Tsugaru/Sakuraya, Hachimenroppi/Tsukishima, Psyche/Delic, Hibiya/Shitsuo
Psyche's smile lit up his whole face and made his pink eyes shine like stars. But he wasn't smiling. In fact, he was scowling, and contrary to his smile, his scowl made it look as if his eyes were red like Hachimenroppi's. Delic was afraid to approach his lover as the brunette glowered at the news.
"...am getting reports that the urban legend "The Black Rider" is stepping into the fight. There has been rumors that the Black Rider1—" The screen suddenly went black and Psyche shot a deadly look at Tsugaru, who held the remote in his hand.
"Calm down, Psyche," Tsugaru said gently, watching the usually happy young man carefully. Delic cautiously approached Psyche and hugged him from behind. Psyche sighed.
"Sorry, Tsugaru-san. Sorry, Delic." He looked lovingly up at Delic's smiling face. "It's just that Izaya's so mean to Shizuo, and he needs to quit."
The room was silent for a moment before everyone burst into laughter. Even the mute Tsukishima was silently giggling and smiling behind his scarf. Hibiya was the first to get himself under control, his crowned head resting on Shitsuo—it was weird how everyone got along except for the original Izaya and Shizuo. Hibiya grinned. "You're delusional, Psyche-kun. Orihara Izaya and Heiwajima Shizuo will never get along. Our influence on them does not matter; we are simply shadows-copies-of them. We aren't linked to them in any way other than names and appearances," he said philosophically.
Everyone fell quiet once more, staring at Hibiya in shock, including the vey blond the self-centered "prince" wad holding onto. The brunette shifted uncomfortably in Shitsuo's lap under their stares.
"Hibiya..." Hachimenroppi—Roppi—said softly, "you sound just like Sakuraya!" He broke out into a rare, amused grin and he slung an arm around Tsukishima's shoulders, making the meek blond blush. Sakuraya glared at Roppi until Tsugaru kissed his head to calm him down.
Psyche was a little disheartened that he was no long basking in the spotlight, but he was also glad. He quietly stood up, situated the white and pink headphone around his neck, grabbed Delic's hand and silently crept from the apartment.
Delic watched his mischievous lover carefully and he sighed when he heard the familiar words: "Delic~, will you do something for me~?" Psyche leaned in close and batted his eyes, trying to act cute. He tried harder when Delic shook his head. "Please~?" he sang and suddenly smiled in one last attempt, stars appearing in his eyes. The blond's gaze softened drastically and he sighed again. Psyche nearly cheered when the taller of the two muttered his usual 'Fine, what is it?' But instead of cheering, he jumped up and hugged the man's neck, giving him a kiss that was filled with joy. He didn't even whine as he was peeled off the blond and placed on the ground.
"Yeah, yeah, yeah," Delic muttered irritably. "What do you need me to do?"