The Bitter Cake

Pairing: Delic X Hibiya (Male X Male; yaoi)

Anime: Durarara! (C) Narita, R

Rating: Starts off as K, will shift into T when the war breaks, goes to an on-off-on-off pattern of K to T, will end up M

Summary: Hibiya always dreamt to become a prince and rule a kingdom. And all Delic ever wanted was to be his slave. Before their dreams come true, a war broke out in the country and separated the master and the slave at a young age. After a few years, the blond musician discovers that his prince is alive and ruling a distant country. Delic embarks on a thrilling journey to seek out his only master and faithfully be his slave, his friend, his lover.

Inspiration: "Anything for You" by Ludo; it's a song in Delic's POV.


Chapter 3 – The Crown

It was another race for them but this time, it was from the central square off to the tree house. The wind slapped their laughing faces. Their legs race after each other and their feet were far from being cautious once they stepped on the rocky entrance. The trees looked all the same but the boys snaked their way to the right path. When the slim tree with the engraved heart appeared to them, their hands thrashed excitedly to touch it.

"I won!" Hibiya exclaimed, even if both of touched the rough bark at the same time.

"You always win." Delic stated more than complained. "Hey, Hibiya, can you smell that?"

"Excuse me, its Prince Hibiya to you!" The little kid retorted and fixed his yellow paper crown.

"Pardon me but it smells like... something burning."

Their noses snuffled the air and picked up the scent of burning wood. Their eyes darted from tree to tree, fear gaining them a bit.

"D-delic? L-l-let's go home." The short kid mumbled with fear echoing in each word. The taller kid ignored him and took a step deeper in the woods. He dared to go away farther from the heart and the stench of burning wood strongly attacked his nose. Then, from the corner of his eye, he could see something shining. He spun around and the first thing he saw was a short dark stump.

A blackened short trunk and more than a dozen of trees that were being devoured by a huge fire.

The boy with the shocked pink eyes took a step back. When panic took control of his system, his feet scrambled back to the heart. He found his friend with his golden eyes wide with fear.

"Run!"

That was the only thing he could say and do. But his prince didn't budge from his spot for fear paralysed him. Delic gazed behind him and saw that the flames almost reached Heaven and was raging its way close to them. The flames licked the trees in the way and were coming to taste their bodies. Delic scooped up the prince and tossed him on his back. He ran for him and led him away from the growing fire. The wind blew against him and made the fire stretch out in a larger form. He picked up speed and dashed towards the village.

Their home place greeted them with shrill cries of agony and despair. The once-happy villagers had expressions of bewilderment as large men armoured in white dragged them by their clothes or hair. Immaculate horses were reined by the intimidating soldiers who molested the peace and tranquil of the village. Some men were brave enough to fight against the intruders but they were and well-equipped than the inhabitants. Corpses, both big and small, littered the cobblestones and blood gushed out from the dead bodies. The white soldiers mercilessly attacked the hopeless and once-peaceful village and ignored the frightened shouts of the remaining survivors.

It was too much for him to bear that Delic shut his eyes. The violence and gore was too much for him that he felt the urge to puke. His knees folded in weakness and he carefully lowered his friend to his chest.

The small prince saw the sadness that his pink globes bore and he peeped into the commotion tearing apart the village. Hibiya's face was contorted with shock and his lips formed a wide 'O.' His scream soon mingled with the other desperate shouts. Delic got distracted and was carried off from his trance once he heard Hibiya's own voice yelling for help and mercy. He suddenly came to stare at one of the huge men in white. The soldier tightly grasped his prince by his neck. The sight of Hibiya choking and helplessly crying for sympathy made him go berserk. He planned his fist to hit the soldier's face but the monster dodged it easily and Delic had missed. The armoured man mounted his pale horse and tossed Hibiya in a sack. His yellow crown fell from his dark locks when he was roughly pushed inside the dirty bag.

Just then, a wooden statue flew across the sky and hit the horse's butt. The horse bent down on his fours and the large man was thrown off from his seat. Delic turned around to see Shizuo heaving a cart to haul at the soldier. The large white man slung the sack over his shoulders and jumped on his horse. He commanded the horse to go and the four-legged creature swiftly dashed away. But Delic wouldn't allow his friend to be taken away. No one belonged to his master but himself – because he was his slave.

"Where the hell are you taking him?" Delic shouted whilst running alongside the soldier and his horse. He quickly dodged all those cluttered corpses and the throws Shizuo made to halt the rider. To his surprise, the horse turned to his direction and said, "To the Land of the Impossible, my lad."

The response astonished him and caused him to trip over one dead woman. He panted and realised his lungs were greedy for oxygen. A stall suddenly appeared before him and caused him to fly back. Someone caught his neck and Delic looked down to see his blond father.

"They're taking Hibiya to the Land of the Impossible!" He shouted at him. "We have to help him! I have to rescue him! He's my friend! And I love him and I still want to play with him! I... I... I need him... and..." He stopped yelling hopeless words as a lump formed in his throat. He gulped it down and tears began to streak down his cheeks. "Pa, they're taking Hibiya away from me... My Hibiya..." He sombrely whispered. "I need to save him. Those brutes aren't going to be gentle. Those monsters won't ever be his friends." Delic continued while Shizuo lowered him to the gory ground.

"I must bring him back." His voice sounded determined despite the tears and the red nose.

"Shizuo!" The father and son rolled their heads back to see Izaya coated in flour but his face was red and dripping with tears. "They took away my son, didn't they?"

When Shizuo gave a silent nod, the raven-haired father dashed toward the Heiwajimas. The carpenter embraced him and let him wet his shirt. The baker wailed and buried his face in the broad chest of his enemy.

"Izaya,"

The fathers looked down at Delic. His nose's redness was slowly reduced. His eyes were narrow with anger. And he firmly stated, "I am going to bring him back."

The boy's eyes spotted his friend's crown and he went to it to pick it up. He smelt the crayon scent that clung to the paper and tucked the crown in his pants pocket.

"I am going to find you, as a slave. I am going to save you, as a friend. Our contract is eternal."


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