Title: When Spring Rain turns to Summer Sky
Rating: M (change in rating)
Pairing: Tsukishima Shizuo x Hachimenroppi Izaya (DVD cover art characters. My profile has pictures of them)
Prompt from the Drrr Kink Meme: younger seme X older uke. Since Tsuki!Shizuo came out later (DVD 13), I'd like him to be younger and shorter than Roppi!Izaya, but still be the seme. XD Anon would like the story to revolve around the pains of pursuing somebody who's older and wiser (Roppi!Izaya).
Disclaimer: I own none of these characters!
THIS STORY CONTAINS MALExMALE RELATIONSHIPS. You have been warned.
Hibiya crossed his arms and waited.
"Well peasant? Are you going to lick it or not?"
Tsuki hesitated but he slowly bent his back and…
"Oh, we have a guest?"
Tsuki looked up from his half-bow to see another young man with a white jacket and pink headset with matching pink eyes.
"Ah… Psyche-san. Good afternoon." Tsuki straightened up and stiffly bowed in 90 degrees angle.
"Tsuki-chan? Why are you here?" Psyche tilted his head.
"Ah… well... I came to see how… Hachimenroppi-san was doing..." Tsuki scratched the back of his head awkwardly.
"And… Hibiya-san... I mean, Hibiya-sama said it was customary to lick boots before entering..." Tsuki then added a nervous laughter. "Surely that's not true right, Psyche-san?"
"Oh you silly, of course not!" Psyche laughed. Hibiya huffed as he continued to cross his arms and pout.
"Ah, I expected so! I was sure that it was a mistake..."
But Psyche cut him off with a smile. "No, you got it all wrong! You need to leave your body at the door!"
"Eh?" Tsuki blinked, hunching slightly in confusion.
Psyche showed his hidden hand which held a large cleaver with questionable red liquid dripping down its end.
"Your body! We can't have your filth come inside! If you need to speak with Roppi-chan, we'll just have to cut off your head and deliver it to Roppichin!" With a delightful smile, Psyche stepped forward, with the gleaming cleaver in hand.
"W-w-w-w-wait, wait! Erm...! I... I think there's a mistake here!" Tsuki shouted as he stepped back, his hands out stretched in fear.
"Awww don't worry, it won't hurt… much. Though I'm not quite sure how we can attach it later, but I'm sure Tsu-chan's good with sewing things up yes?" Psyche giggled as he stepped closer.
"Ah! Aaah... erm... Well! It-it is true Tsugaru-nii is good with sewing up ripped patches in my pants every time I trip but, but I think that's beside the point!"
"Now, now. Don't be shy~~" Psyche raised his cleaver and Tsuki flinched.
"What are you two doing."
There was a cold, almost apathetic bored tone as the two boys were held up into the air.
"Waaah! Let go! Let go! I didn't do anything... yet!" Psyche squirmed as his hoodie was held up high.
"Hey, this is no way to treat your royalty! Unhand me now!" Hibiya squirmed in mid-air with his brother.
"And what are you doing holding a cleaver?" Roppi glared down at his younger brother.
"I was just cutting strawberries!" Psyche pouted like a duck.
"You don't cut strawberries with cleavers, Psyche. And who said you two can bully our guest." Roppi said calmly, and then smashed their foreheads together. He brushed his hands as he stepped forward and away from his younger brothers rolling on the ground in pain.
Tsuki couldn't help but be reminded of himself with his older brother Delic few days ago and laughed awkwardly at the irony.
Roppi looked to see his guest and blinked, taking a second to recognize him since he had grown so tall.
"Tsukishima? Why are you here? It's quite far from home... did you get lost?"
Tsuki's shoulders drooped at those words.
Roppi then reconsidered, seeing Tsuki's disappointed face. "Oh I see. Did one of my brothers cause trouble again? So which one was it? I'll hand him over… after spanking properly." Roppi, being much taller than his two younger brothers, picked them up and dangled them like a pesky rabbit and a troublesome squirrel.
Tsuki couldn't help but smile in relief at seeing Roppi, who didn't look like he was anywhere near his death bed.
"Ah no... that's not it..."
Roppi was slightly taken aback by such a bashful but beautiful smile, through he quickly recovered himself, looking away. Tsuki wasn't smiling at him, Roppi thought to himself. He was just a nice guy, too considerate even while delivering a message that his brothers were being asses to his brothers.
Roppi's face went back to being apathetic as he believed that smile wasn't for him.
"Oh I see. So both of them caused trouble. I'll make sure to punish them properly." Roppi nodded calmly.
Hearing the word 'punishment,' the two brothers froze in fear. Quickly they both started to speak out,
"Wait, Roppi-chan! I didn't do anything to Tsu-chan! I swear! He shouldn't know about the time I put spiders in the underwear of that girl who sent him a confession letter… and ripping those letters too before he got them… I swear Tsu-chan didn't see me! I… I think."
"Wait, Roppi! Stop this insolent act! The one at fault is that pink eyed bastard! He kept cheating in the game so I had to show him who's the boss by riding him all day until he was tired out then kicked him down when he was weakened!"
Psyche and Roppi paused as they stared at Hibiya. His face flushed bright red at those accusatory eyes.
"W-what?"
"You rodehim?" Roppi's eyes narrowed.
"How did you ride him, Hibi-chan~ I mean you do realize he probably made you just bottom-from-the-top" Psyche giggled.
"I do NOTbottom!" Hibiya yelled back, still being dangled in mid-air.
"Oh shush. There's no way a shortie like you can top. Don't you know the height rules?" Psyche crossed his arms and gave him the 'mightier-than-thou' high nose in the air.
"Why you insolent...!"
Hibiya and Psyche started pulling and clawing each other's face and hair. Rolling his eyes, Roppi bashed the two several times on their heads until they calmed down (or rather stunned until they had their eyes spinning dizzily).
"You two, stop it. Now go back with Tsukishima and apologize properly to his brothers. You two will bow, grinding your foreheads to the ground repeatedly and ask for forgiveness until you bleed red." Roppi said coldly.
"Erm..." Tsukishima hesitantly raised his hand to speak, like a nervous student afraid to interrupt his teacher from his mid lesson.
"Yes?" Roppi looked back at Tsuki.
Tsuki smiled tiredly. "I just came to see how you are doing Roppi-san. I... I'm glad you're al..."
Then, feeling the fatigue from his journey and doubled with feeling relieved at seeing how active Roppi looked, Tsuki fell forward and fainted dead away.
Author's note: I normally do Omake at the end of the fic, but since it's a good place for break right now, I'll post two quick omakes. (and since this fic is probably gonna be long, I don't know if I'll remember these in the end) Enjoy.
- Omake 1 – (Tsugaru and Psyche)
Psyche grumbled and muttered as he ripped open the love letter, skimming through it roughly. He was hiding in a corner where the branches of the Main Houses joined, next to a trash can. Everyone else was busy with the festival and the only thing that kept Psyche company were his own footprints.
"Stupid bitches, thinking they can win Tsu-chan's heart with these dumb letters. Just because it's pink and cutedoesn't mean he'll like them."
After snorting at the content, he took out his flickblade and started to slash at it.
"There, now it looks perfect." A creepy and bitter smile decorated his face as he tossed it into the trash can.
'Stupid unspoken rule. If it weren't for that… I would have already confessed to Tsu-chan too.'
The bitterness ate away into Psyche's heart and spread like the black plague.
'If only if that stupid unspoken rule didn't exist.'
He felt it was unfair that these dumb girls were allowed to confess to Tsugaru, but he could not.
And he never could.
For all of eternity.
As he closed the lid, Psyche wondered if he should light the trash can on fire. He heard a soft voice behind him say,
"What are you doing, Psyche?"
Psyche jumped, startled as if a lightning had struck from behind him.. He quickly turned to face a blond wearing his usual blue haori and white kimono.
"Ah... ah... ah... Just taking out the t-trash!" Psyche wrapped his hands behind him and around the trashcan protectively.
Tsugaru tilted his head, his expression slightly hinting confusion.
"Was that pink letter for me?"
Psyche felt his heart drop. 'Did he see? How much did he see?'
"N-n-no! No. It's not! It.. it's nothing but trash! Really!"
"Then why can't I see it?"
"Uhhh... ...! Actually erm, let me get it for you then!" Psyche jumped into the trashcan and closed the lid behind him, hiding.
He wanted to crawl in here and just die.
He wondered if he should just pick a random piece of trash to show at Tsugaru to prove it really was just trash.
Then he realized he himself was trash, inside the trashcan.
He belonged here.
'How embarrassing... I can't believe I just crawled into a trash can myself. Tsu-chan must think I'm an idiot. And dirty. And just plain dumb.'
Feeling sorry for himself, Psyche started to cry inside the trash can, forgetting that he was suppose to find the 'trash' to show to Tsugaru.
Not that it mattered, he was the real trash. The trash that should be burned. How ironic, a real piece of trash pretending not to be trash by showing off the 'trash' to Tsugaru.
Light flooded inside the trash can as the lid was opened.
Hand dipped in and pulled the crying boy out.
"Alright, I won't ask what you threw away. Though if you had written me something, you should just show it to me instead of trashing it, Psyche."
Psyche buried his head next to Tsugaru's neck as the older man held him up and continued to cry.
'Ah… he thought... I had written it.'
'I can't tell him.'
'I'm so filthy... Who would like me?'
Tsugaru patted Psyche's back soothingly and slowly Psyche calmed down. He wrapped his arms around Tsugaru's neck and his legs around his waist and held on just a bit longer for the warmth he desired but could never have.
"You've ruined your clothes. Hachimenroppi would scold me if I brought you to him like this. Since my wing is closer, I suggest you wash yourself."
Then Psyche realized something. He quickly straightened up his arms and looked straight into Tsugaru's calm blue eyes.
"T-Tsu-chan! Wait! I-I'm dirty right now! I'm ruining your clothes!"
Tsugaru looked unperturbed as he look down at his now also dirtied haori.
"Ah, so it seems."
Psyche flushed, even more mortified that he had dirtied Tsugaru too.
"I guess I'll have to join you in the baths."
. . .
Psyche gasped softly, his eyes widening as Tsugaru smiled back at him.
His face burning, Psyche went back to burying his face next to Tsugaru's neck and softly replied, "O-okay..."
- Omake 2 – (Delic and Hibiya)
"Cho (even)!" Hibiya shouted. Delic smirked.
"Are you suuuure~?"
"I'm sure!" Hibiya pouted.
Delic opened the cup and revealed the dice.
"It's han (odd). Sorry chibi, your loss."
Hibiya growled. "I bet you're cheating."
"How can I cheat? I can't tell what's inside the cup." Delic shrugged, spreading out his arms like a jester.
Hibiya frowned. "I'm sure you're still cheating!" He squinted his eyes and tried his hardest to figure it out.
"Well, if you can catch me cheat, tell me. I'd sure like to know."
The two were inside one of the many rooms in the Main House. There were only simple decorations, a stand with an ornate flower arrangement and a tatami mat that covered the floor.
A perfect place to play games.
Hibiya loved games. He loved playing hide and seek, or simple board games. He loved playing with beigoma (spinning tops) or with kendama, or even marbles.
What Hibiya hated, though, was losing.
He knew he was a sore loser but it didn't matter. A prince never lost! A prince must not lose! So each time he lost, he would say, "one more time!"
He always needed to win back his honor.
Soon enough, all the kids stopped playing with him. But Hibiya refused to change his ways.
Delic also loved games. Though the types of games he played were vastly different from his little cousin Hibiya.
He loved flirting with women. Sometimes even with men. He loved teasing them, poking at their weaknesses, making them madly flush with embarrassment and shame, and woo them until their bottoms blushed pink.
What Delic hated was being told that 'he can't do that.' Being told what he can and cannot do frustrated him, especially since Tsugaru always did so at home.
So he always pushed a bit more, seeking his limit and his boundaries with each person. Seeing how far he could go.
The two looked like an unlikely duo and a mismatched pair, but deep inside, they were both gamers. And they connected in a strange and unusual way.
"Well, admit that you lost this round. So you'll have to take off one of your clothes." Delic smirked. He loved teasing this prude boy. He loved making fun of him, making him blush, and making him feel ashamed. And Hibiya always wanted to play the game until he won, no matter what.
Strangely the pair worked.
They were playing a combination of strip poker and Cho-han bakuchi. Each time Hibiya incorrectly guessed if the dices inside the cup were even or odd, he had to take off a garment of clothes. If he won, Delic lost a garment.
Hibiya took an intake of breath before slowly, he took off his pants.
Delic smiled as he watched the boy strip, his face flushed red with something between anger and shame. A face he couldn't help but get addicted to.
It didn't matter whose face it was.
He just loved watching anyone humiliated.
Perhaps he was a bit of a sadist. But sometimes a sadist was a masochist waiting for a perfect master to defeat him in his game.
"There," Hibiya said as he took off his pants. Now he was just wearing his boxers, a cape and his crown on his head.
Delic smirked as he rolled the two dice, shaking it inside the two cups before slamming the cup upside down on the floor.
"Cho!" Hibiya shouted again.
And when Delic revealed the dices inside, Hibiya rejoiced when he saw the even set of numbers.
"See~ how can I be cheating if I lose too." Delic shrugged. He was just wearing his boxers, his necktie and his headset. He had already taken off his suit, shirt and pants. (But Hibiya told him to keep the necktie to humiliate him. It only amused Delic.)
"I still think you're cheating." Hibiya pouted.
"Well, which one?" Delic shrugged.
Hibiya eyed the boxers and blushed.
"T-t-t-the necktie..." Hibiya stammered, looking away.
"Aren't you going to look?" Delic smirked as he yanked off his necktie.
"No thanks. Not interested. It's indecent." Hibiya mumbled.
"That's no fun."
"I only agreed to this shameful punishment act because you said you'll play games with me under that one condition," Hibiya said with resolute voice, trying to reaffirm to himself why he had even agreed to such preposterous idea.
"Yeah, yeah," Delic said as he took the two dices into his hands to roll.
Unknown to Hibiya, Delic was cheating.
He was an expert with dice. In fact, with a lot of games. He always perfected all gambling games. Money came with women. So did booze. He made sure he knew how to win every single gambling games in order to impress the ladies.
It was a game Hibiya would never win.
He didn't even realize that Delic had ensnared the young boy into his trap to play games until the blond got tired of him and threw him away.
Just like how he treated all his women and men. They were tossed away like old toys.
But for now, Hibiya was interesting. So the game continued.
Delic smirked as he slammed down the cup onto the floor again.
"Cho!" Hibiya shouted again.
"Seriously, don't you want to guess han sometimes?" Delic sighed.
"It's 50-50 anyway, so why does it matter?" Hibiya shrugged.
"Persistent."
When Delic revealed the dices, they were odds, to Hibiya's dismay.
"You cheated!" Hibiya shouted again.
"Look chibi, how could I be cheating? I place the dice on the floor, and you guess. There is no way for me to change the dice once it's on the floor." Delic sighed.
That was a lie.
Delic always knew if it was even or odd right before he lowered the cup to the floor. And if Hibiya guessed it right, he would tipone of the dice over to the side as he raised the cup up.
It was a simple trick. A trick Hibiya still couldn't figure out.
"Well..." Hibiya stammered.
"Anyways, one of your garment needs to come off. I don't care which." Delic smirked.
Hibiya squirmed. Closing his eyes shut, he stood up with whatever dignity he had left...
... and took off his boxers.
Delic blinked, a bit surprised. Then whistled with renewed appreciation.
"I didn't know you had it in you... How naughty."
Hibiya hissed as he wrapped his cape around his lower half. "Shut up. The game's not over yet!"
"Very true."
So the game went on.
And now Delic was only wearing his boxers (because Hibiya refused to see Delic's 'indecency') while Hibiya only had his cape and his crown.
"Cho!" Hibiya said again.
Delic smiled naughtily as he flipped the dice with his cup to make it into 'han.'
Hibiya's face was priceless.
"Well, looks like you'll have to either take off the cape or the crown. Which will it be? I'll let you decide." Delic said amiably, pretending to show his generosity.
Hibiya whimpered, trying to make up his decision.
Delic's eyes widened in surprise as the boy loosened the knot to his cape and took it off.
Delic's pink and devious eyes took in the shameful flushed body of the boy as he tried his best to cover himself with his arms.
"S-stop staring, you insolent fool!"
Delic mused as his fingers played with the dices before he put them back into the cup. It was a pleasant surprise, but he felt as if his biggest prize was taken from him.
Any normal person would have taken off the crown, not the cape that could cover his body.
Now there was nothing covering the boy, Delic's shoulders drooped. The game wasn't fun anymore.
Perhaps it was time to throw the boy away and find himself a new toy.
But out of curiosity, right before he tossed away the toy, Delic asked Hibiya,
"Tell me... why did you take off the cape instead of the crown?"
Hibiya scowled as if Delic was a village idiot.
"That's because I'm a prince."
"Prince?" Delic didn't understand.
"Yes. A prince would never take off his crown. It's his vow to his people. No matter how many times my foes may stomp down on me, I will never forget that a prince will always rise back to fight for his people."
Delic dropped his dice from his hand as his mouth gaped open in shock.
For the first time, his heart was touched by such pure and sincere devotion.
His fingers shook as he picked the dice back up.
'I really am a fool...' Delic thought to himself. And here he thought that stripping this boy would break him down. Shame him to the point of no return.
But no, Hibiya was a boy far different from others.
For the first time, Delic felt something in his heart. Something that made his heart beat fast as a strangely warm sensation spread throughout his body.
"The game isn't over yet!" Hibiya shouted, fiery.
"Yes, the game isn't over yet." Delic murmured as he tossed the dice back into the cups.
He shook it. He slammed it down to the floor.
He knew that the dice inside were odds.
"Cho!" Hibiya said again.
Delic smiled bitterly. Now it was his turn to decide.
Hibiya and Delic each had only one garment of clothing left to bid.
This was the deciding battle.
Should he cheat?
Or should he...
Closing his eyes, Delic made a decision.
He tipped the dice as he lifted the cup.
"I won!" Hibiya shouted, jumping up for joy, not caring that he was naked.
Delic smiled as he looked up at such a happy face.
For the first time in Delic's life, he cheated so he would lose.
But strangely, it felt worth it.
The bittersweet loss felt more bitter than sweet when Delic remembered the 'unspoken rule.'
'Ah... I forgot. I can't fall for him huh... not that it matters. The Great Delic shouldn't fall for anyone.' Delic thought to himself.
After dancing with joy for few minutes, Hibiya did a haughty 'ahem,' and stood in front of Delic proudly.
"Now then, I remember the winner got to do anything he wanted, riiiiight?" Hibiya smirked deviously.
Delic decided to take that back, gulping. It was never worth losing in a game.
"Ahahaha... ha... Do we have to? I mean you've already won and er…." Delic stammered nervously.
"No, rules are rules!" Hibiya smirked, his grin mischievous.
"Oh boy..." Delic resigned to his fate. "Alright. What do you want?"
Delic waited for the worst.
"Let's play more games!" Hibiya shouted.
"Eh? Excuse me?" Delic blinked in confusion.
"More games!" Hibiya giggled. By now he had forgotten that they were both very much so naked.
Delic sighed in relief. He was glad that Hibiya was just a kid and his 'punishments' were not so humiliating as the ones he would think of.
"Alright little prince, what kind of games do you want to play next?" Delic smiled, half amused.
"Prince and his horse! You'll have to walk on all four legs and I'll ride you!"
Delic turned pale when he realized what that meant.
"W-wait, Hibiya-kun~ Y-you can't be serious. Haha... I mean, sure I'll be a laughing stock but they'll make fun of you too ... you know?" Delic tried to reason with the boy.
"Why would they? You're my horse and I'm the prince. Besides, you said you'll take any punishment no matter what. So let's go!" Hibiya started to gather his clothes and pulled them on.
"Wait, Hibiya~~ let's try to play another game? Huh? How about it?" Delic started to plead. But Hibiya had already dressed and jumped on top of the blond's back.
"No! We're gonna play right now!" Hibiya grabbed Delic's necktie and pulled it between the blond's mouth so he could use it as his rein.
"B-but I'm not dressed yet!" Delic continued to struggle, trying to figure out more reasons to get out of his predicament.
"Who said horses needed clothes?"
Hibiya's devilish golden eyes sucked in Delic's pink ones as he froze in realization.
Perhaps Hibiya really was more than what he seemed.
-Omake End-
AA's Note: There's a second part with the 'riding' part of this omake, but that'll be for another time :3
The 'unspoken rule' will be revealed next time too~
