Hibiya watched the others quietly as they went about their business the following morning. His mood a tightly coiled spring ready to be unleashed upon any of the scum or peasants daring to cross him.

"Psyche, I swear to all that's good, if I hear that damn song again, you're losing a head, and it won't be the one above your neck."

"Jealous Roppi's jealous~" Psyche stuck his tongue out, sitting on the other side of Izaya and avoiding his and Roppi's glaring eyes. Roppi was always mad at everyone though, so it didn't matter what he was thinking of the pink-loving man.

"Roppi-chan~ Psyche loves his music." The tea cup in the informant's hands reached his smirk as he took a calm sip, "we never pull you away from your razors."

"Yeah! Roppi-chan's a poopy face."

"Too much, Psy-kun." Izaya shook his head.

"He is! He yelled at me this morning for singing in the shower too!"

"What? We all love your serenades in the shower! Yesterday, with the singing of Revolver!"

"I know!"

"I could have sworn there was Madonna singing in our bathroom!"

"I know- wait… what?" Psyche paused as Roppi snickered from across the table. "You guys are mean!" Puffing his cheeks, the brunet stood up and pulled his cellphone out, "Tsu-chan~ Are you awake yet? I wanna come over for breakfast… My brothers are being mean… You don't think I sing like a girl…WHAT? I thought I had sung to you before! OH! OH!" The man sped out the door, gushing on to the blond on the other end of the line about private singing sessions.

"Tsugaru probably thinks he's getting sex first thing in the morning."

Izaya shrugged, "I did a background check, the man won't touch Psyche for fear of breaking him. He's got a paranoia about that problem since a previous relationship… although he did touch Sakuraya…"

Hibiya shook his head, "you both are filth."

"Coming from the other love-sick fool in the house," Roppi looked over at him and stared drolly, "tell us, how's the sex with Delic. Must be a bitch knowing he's laying every fuck man, woman, and possibly child in the city and across the area."

"Tact, Roppi-chan. We use subtle trolling techniques." Izaya shook his head, "here I thought you of all people…"

"With my duties, I have no time for someone of such a lowly caste."

"Delic wait~" Roppi imitated the prince's voice, "Stop calling my knight that!" Izaya chuckled at the mocking and the other shrugged, "you must be like that with every serf, ne? They're all just such commoners~"

"SILENCE!" Hibiya glared at him, "I will not have my good name defiled by the likes of someone who cannot understand the base emotions of the human psyche."

"Perhaps I do and am so far above these jealous, hypocritical beings that I do not act upon these things like the rest of you."

"Because gods would cut themselves," Izaya scoffed as he shook his head.

"Maybe I'm trying to free myself of this binding flesh and blood."

"Hmm…" The duo looked at Roppi in surprise before the man stood up, "I'm going out, we need some things from the store."

"Ja nee, Roppi-chan~"

"Bye peasant."

It was after the door closed that Izaya threw something over at him. The object hit his chest just as he caught it. Looking down, Hibiya froze at the object, the soft leather wallet in his hands felt colder than ice.

"Psyche filched it last night. Tsugaru knows that Psyche took it and told Delic already. The host thinks that Psyche is going to be dropping by his apartment to return it."

"Obviously my subject can't do that since its here."

"I know. I filched it from him."

"Why?"

Izaya stood up, shrugging, "perhaps I just love to troll people, seeing them react to various situations. Maybe I'm just a romantic…" He wrinkled his nose, "nope, that's not possible. Maybe I just want you and Delic to-"

"Orihara! WHERE IS MY PAYCHECK!"

Izaya looked towards the front door and grinned, "Namie-chan!" He bounced in place, "She's early! Here!" He tossed a pair of Psyche's backup headphones at the prince. "He's not going to let you in looking like that. I think he would behave more like Shizu-chan if you did. Go return the thing before I have to replace doors and furniture when the monster of 'bukuro comes a knockin'." He turned and headed into the living area, "NAMIE-CHAN! WHAT A SURPRISE! Did you knock? I could have sworn I thought Roppi-chan had forgotten something and come back."

Hibiya looked at the wallet, swallowing. He couldn't…shouldn't do something that beneath him. He should just call Psyche and have him return it… but still… Standing up, he went to the man's room and pulled Psyche's closet open, pulling his clothes out and changing. His hands lingered on the crown upon his head, looking at the mirror nearby.

This was so far out of his comfort zone. He was going to be pretending to be someone else, someone beneath him and for what? He wanted to have the host back? Roppi has said something that scared him, what if the host was having sex with others? What if their night had meant absolutely nothing to him. He couldn't be as close to him as Psyche was. The host and his brother were thicker than thieves. From Psyche's endless babble, he knew that the duo spoke of music for ages without pause. How many nights had Psyche come home at the crack of dawn, his clothes shredded and singing at the top of his lungs whatever song him and 'Deli-chan' had decided was their night on the town theme song?

He pulled the crown from his head and placed his clothes in his room, putting on the headphones. His brown eyes looked him over before a weird feeling washed through him. He didn't dislike being dressed differently; Psyche did have good taste in clothes and bought only the most renowned brands available. Still, feeling something other than his wardrobe on him; it made him feel uncomfortable.

"Ah," a voice made the prince turn, finding the informant leaning against the doorframe, arms crossed as he smirked, "and so the prince became the pauper."

"I have not lowered myself to any measure." Hibiya avoided the mirror's image. "I am merely protecting myself from being beaten to death."

"Whatever you must tell yourself, my dear prince." Izaya bowed theatrically, successfully pissing him off. Hibiya glared at him.

"I have not lowered myself! I'm borrowing the clothes!"

"Oh? Did Psyche say that you could?"

"YES!"

"Did he? I could have sworn he was avoiding you like the plague…"

"STOP IT! YOU PLEBIAN TROLL!"

"Oh ouch! My poor plebian heart." Izaya turned and waved over his shoulder, "have fun with Deli-chan~"

"STOP CALLING HIM THAT!" Hibiya stormed passed him, grabbing the host's wallet as he headed towards the front door. He walked down the stairs and across the area, glowering at the world around him. Others that recognized the Orihara brothers in shock at whatever could anger Psyche, they didn't notice the eyes.

He was so angry at the world right now. Why? Why did he have to be the one to return the host's wallet? His horror increased as he approached the host's apartment. His feet carrying him up the stairs to the man's doorstep.

No.

He should turn around now and go home. Throw the wallet into the informant's fac-

His hand knocked the door before he could finish that thought.

"Psyche! That better the hell be you!" A loud growl came shortly before the door opened. The blond stopping just as he threw the door open.

Hibiya leaned back a little, holding up the wallet. "Sorry about taking it."

Both stood frozen.

Delic stared at the brunet before him in a mixture of shock and anger. He blinked, trying to get the thoughts to stop going off in his head. Hibiya… Hibiya was here…

Nevermind his wallet, he treated that one like crap anyway.

Hibiya was here… dressed like Psyche…

The light went off in his head light the night club lights when he went to dj the night away.

He sighed, shutting his eyes so he could lie correctly, "Psyche, why the hell did you need my wallet?"

The brown eyed, brunet faltered a moment before Delic heard him try to match Psyche's slightly higher chime-like voice. "I wanted you and Hibi-chan…" He looked away and Delic felt bad. He felt quite bad.

"Well it's too fucking late, I fucked up with him."

The brunet looked at him in shock, "…what makes you say that?"

"Because I took his virginity and ruined sex for him."

"He can't be mad over that though! You have sex with a lot of people!"

"Psyche? What the hell are you talking about? You and I both know I haven't had a good lay in months."

The brunet stared at him in shock, dropping the wallet.

"Surprised?" Delic laughed hollowly, "I sure as hell need to get laid. Thanks for dropping my wallet off." He bent over and started to grab his wallet, amused by his small bit of trolling the prince. Of course he would know it was him. Did he think nothing of his eye color, not to mention Psyche's personality was quite a bit more bubbly than his.

"…What if Hibiya forgave you?"

Delic paused, "What if he did? That would be stupid. I wouldn't take it. I took something precious and ruined him. Hibiya would be a fool to forgive me." He stood up and ruffled the brunet's hair, "thanks for returning my wallet ya little thief."

Shutting the door, Delic ignored the frantic knocking that came immediately after the door clicked shut. Leaning against the door, the host sighed. "Hibiya, you just don't get it."

Then again, neither did he…

~.~

A/N:

Tsugaru: You're two days late from what you wrote in your other story.

PI: SHUT UP! I WAS BUSY!

Psyche: I wanna story now! Everyone was mean to me and I got the bad end of everything!

PI: …Well, I mean… I have been considering a little something somethin' about you and Tsugaru…

Tsugaru: Hmm? What is it?

PI: -grins- It's going to be beautiful. All I have to say is Samurai Tsugaru is like the greatest thing in the entire world… and another reason this story has been neglected.

Psyche: Aw~ poor Tsu-chan! –hugs Tsugaru- Yay! We get a story!

Tsugaru: -/- -nuzzles Psyche-

PI: -cooing over the duo- Peeps should review. I like reviews.