Delic could listen to Psyche sing for hours and be happy with it. But unfortunately, the song ended and the manager walked over. He seemed crossed about something and shooed Psyche away.

"I'll be back." Delic said as he stood.

"Eh, wait!"

Delic was already gone.

The blond rushed across the room as fast as he could without drawing attention. He kept his eyes trained on Psyche, weaving around the tables without disturbing anyone.

He caught Psyche before he went into the kitchen. He grabbed the pink-eyed raven by his arm. Psyche's eyes widened and he looked at Delic.

"Hey, Psyche, can I speak to you privately for a moment?"

"Eh, um, I'm at work."

"It won't be long." Delic glanced behind Psyche. "Actually, give me a second. Excuse me, Manager-san."

The manager looked at Delic. He cocked a brow before he realized who Delic was, then he smiled politely as he walked over.

"Yes, sir."

"I'd like to borrow this man for a moment." Delic pointed to Psyche. "I'll make it brief, but this is important."

"Of course, sir. Take as long as you need."

"Thank you!"

Delic turned to Psyche with a smile.

"Come with me, please."

The blond grabbed Psyche's wrist. The raven looked uncertain but didn't say anything as he followed. Delic led the way to the hallway bathroom without a word.

Once they were in the quieter hallway, Delic let the raven go, turned to him, and smiled.

"What was the manager angry at you for?"

"Eh?"

"Please, tell me."

Psyche's expression became stricken for a moment with confusion and doubt. He rubbed the back of his neck as if he was conflicted. Then he sighed.

"Mr. Takanakowa was upset with my singing."

"Why?"

"Because my voice cracked a few times."

"Why were you the one singing then?"

"The singer we had scheduled was a no-call-no-show. I volunteered since I have, um, singing experience."

"What kind of singing experience?"

Psyche pursed his lips for a moment. "It's...kind of embarrassing...being a waiter and..."

"It's okay. Everyone has to start out. Please, how much experience?"

Psyche looked at him. Then cleared his throat. "Seven months with a tutor in Shinjuku. Then two years in a studio school in Chiyoda."

"That's not a lot." Delic smiled happily.

Psyche cocked a brow.

"Listen, I know how this may seem—having a random guy come up to you and ask you questions—but listen, okay? I'm the main singer to a band. I was scouted under Max Sandshelt, branch manager of Jack O'Lantern Talent Agency. Me and my bandmates haven't debuted yet because we've been looking for a secondary singer. We're holding interviews this weekend."

Delic reached into his pocket and pulled out his wallet. He pulled out his business card, which had his name, the name of his band, his manager's name and the phone number and address of Jack O'Lantern Talent Agency.

"Can I borrow your pen?"

"Um, sure." Psyche hesitantly held out the item.

Delic could see the skepticism in his eyes even though the raven was trying to hide it. The blond didn't fault him as he took the pen.

"I know how this may look." Delic said as he held the business card in his hand and began scrawling on it. "This is sketchy as hell, I know. But I'm asking you to take a leap of faith. I am more than serious about my band and you have an absolutely beautiful voice. You are just want our band needs to succeed."

Delic handed him the pen and the card.

"That's my personal number." Delic said. "The time and date of the interviews and the floor number and room. I would want more than anything to see you there."

Psyche looked at Delic. Then at the card. The confliction was obvious.

"Psych, without a doubt, I believe you are talented. You have what it takes to make it big and for me to pass up the chance that you make it big as a member of Psychedelic Dreams would be astronomically ludicrous. Your voice is beautiful and I want to see your full potential. If singing is something you want to make a career, take this leap of faith with me.

"Bring about five songs," Delic continued, "All with different styles and themes and they have to be originals, not covers. If you can play an instrument, bring that, as well. Show us all your talent. If you can dance, then show us. Dress as if you'd be going on stage. Honestly, Psyche, I've been looking for nearly three years and I have turned down nearly a hundred singers. As far as I'm concerned, the position's as good as yours right here, right now. But we have to do this formally for my manager's sake. So, I hope—I pray—I'll see you Saturday."

Delic bowed before Psyche.

"Thank you for your time, Psyche."

The blond straightened. He waved bye as he turned and walked away.

'God, I hope he shows Saturday. This is our chance to get our feet off the ground. He's perfect.'

"Sorry about that." Delic sat down.

"What was the cause of that?" Hibiya asked.

"I couldn't let that diamond in the ruff get stolen right from under me."

"Excuse me?"

"Psyche has the perfect voice for my band."

"Band? You are in a band?"

"Yeah. We've been looking for a second singer for a while and I think I found him."

"...I see."

Delic's smile slipped at the lackluster response.

"You have an opinion on that, sweetheart?" Delic asked.

Hibiya cocked a brow. "Not particularly. Singer's tend to be scandalous and provocative."

Delic chuckled. "What, do you think less of me now?"

"No, that is not it! I merely believe that is a career choice that shall cause you unnecessary strife."

"This has been my dream for years." Delic openly glared at him.

Hibiya's eyes widened. "I am not attempting to bash your life goal."

"You're not doing a good job."

"...I apologize."

Delic sighed. "It's fine. But I would like to point out, the job I have causes me plenty of strife. I think taking on a job where I'm not mistaken for a prostitute is a much easier lifestyle."

"I would agree. However, singers have been known to be scandalous. They develop drug addictions, alcohol dependency, and sexual addictions."

"The members of our band do not have drug addictions. I would not allow them to join if they did or even if they had a past addiction. If they aren't past the designated years mark. Most addictions aren't considered clear until they've been clean for seven years. I used to be an alcoholic. Which is why I won't take on any bandmates that do have a problem as of right now. I know how destructive that lifestyle is and I refuse to let it stay in my life."

"Wait, you were an alcoholic?"

"For about a year, yeah. Everyday, I'd get shitfaced. Go home, puke all over myself, go to bed and do it all over again. I don't get hangover's anymore, that's how used to drinking I was. I one time drank myself sober. I drank so much, I didn't feel drunk anymore and I was completely functionable. It was the strangest thing I'd ever felt. That was probably the worst time of my life. I finally got my shit together, graduated high school, went to college for a few years, and made a somewhat proper life for me and Tsuki."

"You were a student when you became an alcoholic?"

"I was seventeen, yeah."

"How did you even get alcohol? You were underage!"

"My...'coworkers' would get them for me."

"That is revolting."

"You don't need to tell me that." Delic chuckled as he grabbed some more sushi.

"What kind of job did you work?"

"Tit-for-tat."

Hibiya glowered.

"It was while I was under Shiki. That's all I'll say."

"Is your coworker's villainy why you were transferred under Akabayashi?"

Delic shrugged. "Don't really know. They never really discussed with me about the transfer. But I have vague memories of..."

"Of...?"

"Nope, that's too personal. Tit-for-tat."

Hibiya glowered once again. He looked down at his food. "Understood. May we continue our pervious conversation?"

"Yeah. What were we talking about?"

"You were discussing your brother."

"Before that."

"Um...How had a lie to your parents put you in your current lifestyle?"

"Thank you. So, I'll just cut to the chase. I started going on a tangent that I didn't need to go on. So, the point is, I stole custody rights of my little brother right out from under my parent's nose."

Hibiya's eyes widened.

Delic chuckled. "My brother was having a horrible existence. The shit I had to go through was bad, too, but if it was to keep Tsuki safe, I could put up with it. I'm not saying our parents were abusive, they just didn't care to be parents. Tsuki suffered so much because our parents couldn't be bothered. Tsuki had no friends because of our mutation so I was all the company he had. If I look at it properly, our relationship is a bit convoluted compared to other brothers.

"Anyway, I got fed up with my parents and their shit." Delic continued. "If they weren't going to take care of us, why bother staying in that poisonous household? So, I told them Tsuki and I were leaving. Tsuki ended up dropping out of school at twelve for about a year so he had to go to a new school anyway. I allotted to take him to Ikebukuro, to Raira Academy where no one knew who we were and we could restart. My uncle lived in Ikebukuro, so it wouldn't be all bad.

"My parents 'disagreed' is putting it mildly. They threatened to disown me if I tried to take Tsuki away. I told them I was fine with that. They then told me they'd charge me for kidnapping. I told them I'd take them to court for reckless endangerment of a minor and child negligence. Even if I didn't have enough evidence to win, the media would be all over it. It would be quite the scandal and they wouldn't want something like that going public.

"After that," Delic leaned forward, putting his elbows on the table and tenting his hands under his chin. "They were more open-minded to what I had to say. I told them I was taking Tsuki to Ikebukuro. If they tried to stop me, I'd go to court. If they harassed me, I'd go to court. If they harassed Tsuki, I'd go to court. We agreed we'd have no contact with each other until Tsuki graduated. In return, Tsuki and I had to change our name's. It could not be known we had moved away from home. I agreed.

"I couldn't change our name legally. I was underage and so was Tsuki. So, we'd have to have parental signatures to do such a thing. So, I went to the courthouse and bought the papers. I also bought the papers necessary for the transfer of power of attorney and adoption papers. I brought them all to my parents, told them they had to sign these papers so I had legal 'guardianship rights' over Tsuki and so we could 'temporarily' change our names. Dad signed them without reading them. He didn't even individually flip the pages. Just grabbed the bottoms and bent them up just enough to show the signature box. Despite being a lawyer, my mom did the same thing and signed them. Cuz the son of a lawyer couldn't be that sneaky. The papers were set up so that I would have legal guardianship rights over Tsuki until I was eighteen. Then I would legally be able to adopt Tsuki. When it came time, my parents had a right to repeal before I gained full power of attorney. However, my parents missed the court date because I gave the court the wrong address and number. They don't even know it happened."

Delic chuckled. He picked up a piece of sushi and popped it in his mouth.

"You stole custody of your brother from your parents?" Hibiya looked appalled.

"Nope. I legally acquired custody of my brother. My mother the lawyer and my father the CEO decided not to read paperwork. That's their own fault. But it's not like they know it yet."

"Wha—how do they know not?"

"Because they've had nothing to do with us—well, near nothing to do with us—for going on six years now."

"Near nothing?"

"About four years ago, they rented a house for us and pay the rent for it to this day. Once Tsuki's ready, I'm moving out of there and getting my own place. But while Tsuki's in school, I'm not going to deny some free bills getting paid.

"But, yeah," Delic continued, "my parents still don't know and they probably won't know until they actually decide to take me to court over Tsuki—which they'll never do. Their image is far too important to risk over their kids."

"Are you disowned by your parents?"

"Yup. Although I like to think I disowned them since I'm the one who said I was leaving." Delic took a drink of his red wine.

"In addition, you had to change your name?"

"Yup. I was planning on doing that anyway, too."

"What is your original name?"

"Tit-for-tat."

Hibiya glowered. Delic chuckled. 'Yeah, you don't get to know my real name.'

"My name is Subarashii Hibiya. First born son of Subarashii Yoichimaru and heir of Subarashii Incorporated."

Delic's eyes widened. 'Eh?'

Hibiya kept eye contact with him but said nothing.

"Su—*ahem*—Subarashii?" Delic said hesitantly. "That's, uh, that's one of the biggest companies in Japan."

"Yes, it is."

"You're...Subarashii—a Subarashii?"

"Yes, I am."

"I'm on a date with one of the richest people in Japan."

"Yes, you are."

"Oh...dear god..." Delic looked away, putting a hand over his mouth. "I am so outside of my element. My god."

"Have I shaken your foundation?"

"A little bit, yeah."

"I apologize. I ask that you let this not change your opinion of me."

"It…won't. Just give me time to process this."

"Understood."

Delic chuckled, sounding a little delirious as he looked out the window. "Wow..."

"Might I inquire for an equal distribution?"

"What?" Delic looked back at him.

"I told you my true name. Tit-for-tat, as agreed."

Delic stared at the raven. '...Shit.'

"Um...Hibiya, listen. My parents don't want it to be known I'm their kid. Scandals and all. If someone of Subarashii Inc. were to blacklist my father, I'd never hear the end of it."

"I am the heir to the company. I do not control the company. My father is still CEO and that is how it shall remain until he retires. Until then, my only connection to the company is by name. This information shall not leave us and it is for my own curiosity."

Delic glanced to the side. The uncertainty was obvious since the blond didn't bother to hide it.

But Delic was a man of his word—even if it goes against his better judgement.

Delic let out a sigh. "My birthname is Muriagi Kaito."

"Kaito. That is a lovely name."

"There's no point complementing it. I haven't used that name since I was sixteen."

"Tis a shame. It is a beautiful name. Very appropriate, if I may be so bold, as it is a masculine name that commands respect—no different than yourself."

Delic's cheeks warmed. His eyes widened as his heart skipped a beat.

The blond looked down at his wine glass. "Whoo, this, uh, this wine is stronger than I thought."

Hibiya chuckled. "I believe twas not the wine to caused your cheeks to redden."

"Nope, totally the alcohol. I better slow down, I have to drive home tonight."

Hibiya chuckled again. "Would you like to rent a hotel room, if you are so intoxicated?"

Delic's eyes widened again. He looked up at Hibiya. "A hotel?"

Hibiya cocked a brow.

"I admire your boldness, but I was thinking a hotel was more of a third date kind of thing."

"What do you mean?"

"Hibiya, a hotel is for...rendezvousing."

"I understand not."

"Sex, Hibiya. Hotels are for sex."

Hibiya jolted. "They are not! They are for resting!"

"Got to say, I've never gone to one to rest."

Hibiya blushed. Then he glowered at his food. "Regardless, if you are intoxicated, I can rent us a hotel room until you are sober."

"No need. I can get a hotel room. It's one of my favorites. We can go there."

"Eh? I am not comfortable with that."

"Do you think I was comfortable coming here? Let's trade off a bit, neh?"

Hibiya scowled. But he closed his eyes as he let out a sigh. "Understood. However, it is merely to rest."

"Of course." Delic smiled.

Hibiya rolled his eyes.

Delic chuckled. "You ready to head out? You didn't eat much."

"It is alright. They can package our meals to go."

"Cool beans!"

Delic spotted Psyche across the room. He seemed to be heading their way. Delic gave him a wave.

Psyche stepped up to the table. "How was your meal?"

"Exquisite." Delic said. "My compliments to the chef."

"I'll relay the message. I'm sure they'll be happy."

"Indeed." Hibiya said. "We would like these packaged for us to take home."

"Of course!" Psyche reached down and grabbed Hibiya's plate. "Would you like to take the casino clams as well?"

"Yes."

"Please." Delic finished since he knew Hibiya wouldn't use manners.

"Alright!" Psyche balanced the casino clams on his arm then grabbed Delic's plate. "I'll be back."

"Um..." Hibiya started, gaining Psyche's attention. "Thank you."

Psyche smiled. "No problem!"

The giddy waiter walked off.

Delic smirked.

"I am only attempting to understand the fundamentals of thanking someone for doing their job." Hibiya said as if stating a fact, however a slight blush marred his cheeks with a matching glower.

"And?"

"I still understand not."

"That's cuz you were raised without manners."

"How dare—I have manners!"

"Really?" Delic leaned his chin on his hand, propping his arm on the table. "I've had a bit of trouble finding them."

Hibiya glowered "At least I have enough manners to know not to put my elbows on the table."

Delic held back a laugh but made no attempt to move. "Touché."

"You are hypocritical."

"Yup." Delic finally leaned back off the table. "I'm the type of people who treat others the way they treat me."

"Are you calling me a hypocrite?"

"Nah, you seem to have a firm grasp of yourself. You're selfish on your own accord, as far as I can tell."

Hibiya rolled his eyes, but a smile laced his lips for a moment. "You are difficult."

"Of course. If you can't handle me at my mid-rift, you can't handle me at my best."

"Is the saying not, 'If you cannot handle me at my worst, you shall not handle me at my best'?"

"This is no way close to my worst. I haven't puked on myself yet."

Hibiya stiffened. "That is..."

Delic chuckled.

The blonds phone pinged in his pocket.

Hibiya cocked a brow. "Who is that?"

"Don't know. Do you mind if I check?"

"By all means." Hibiya gestured for him to go ahead.

"Thank you."

Delic pulled out his phone. He kept his device in his lap under the table, so Hibiya couldn't see.

"Is there a reason for your secrecy?" Hibiya asked.

"Privacies sake."

Hibiya glowered.

Delic chuckled. 'God, he's so expressive.'

(1) New Message

Delic opened it.

Soka Red: :Hey Delic can we get that hotel room after all? I wanna be irresponsible.:

Delic cocked a brow,

"What is it?" Hibiya asked.

:surre still wana drink first?:

"It's the hotel" Delic openly lied. "They sent me a text saying their rooms are full."

"A hotel texts you?" Hibiya looked extremely skeptical.

*PING* :of course :P:

Delic chuckled. "Not the hotel. The receptionist. She keeps me up to date on if there's available rooms." He pocketed the phone. "I asked her to keep me posted."

"When?"

"While I was in the car on the way here."

Hibiya scrutinized him. "So, you intended to get a hotel room with me before this date started?"

Delic's eyes widened at his own mistake. 'Oh, shit.'

Hibiya did not look pleased at all. "You intended to attempt a fornication with me from the beginning?"

"...Well, I won't lie, I was planning for it."

'Shut up, you dumbass!' Delic's mind yelled at him.

"But it was more of a contingency plan."

"That is revolting."

Delic felt remorse seep into his chest. "Yeah, I know. Most of my dates end with a hotel so I was just being prepared."

"That is revolting!" Hibiya yelled.

"Oi, inside voice. You don't want people to stare."

"To hell with people and their stares." Hibiya said, although he did lower his voice. "You expect me to act as some dame you shall never meet again? The notion that such a manner is how 'most of your dates end' is repulsive."

Delic chuckled. "You're not wrong."

"Why do you laugh?!"

"Because I've never had someone be so brutally honest about my lifestyle."

Hibiya's eyes widened.

Delic chuckled. "It's refreshing that you care so much."

Hibiya blushed. "I-I was not showing concern for you. I was merely displaying my repulse at the notion you expect from me."

"You're right. I'm sorry." Delic's smile slipped as a serious expression crossed his face. "I shouldn't treat you like some random bimbo. Please except my most profound apologies for my preconceived notions."

Hibiya's eyes widened as his cheeks turned a darker shade of pink. "Th-that is…"

Hibiya glowered at his lap.

'Why the hell did I bother apologizing? He deserves to be treated as something disposable.'

That thought hurt Delic's chest.

'Wait.' Delic's eyes widened. 'Wait a minute. Did I mean what I said to him just now? Did I…mean that apology?'

"Alrighty, here's your to-go boxes!"

The two looked up to see Psyche had returned. He deposited three white boxes on the table, each one having strings around them to make carrying easier.

"Here's your bill." Psyche placed a small black booklet on the table.

"Thank you." Delic picked it up to see the damage—ignoring the rule of thumbs of 'if you pick up the check, you're the one who pays for it'.

Delic opened the booklet. And his eyes might as well popped out of his skull they were so wide.

*¥26,000 for the omakase.

¥20,000 for the peking duck.

¥53,300 for the margaux red wine (1982).

¥7,800 for the clam casinos.

Everything came to a total of ¥107,100. Delic felt his stomach drop as his chest clenched.

"Oh. My! God~!"

"I know." Psyche whispered.

Delic looked at the pink-eyed raven. "A hundred, thousand yen?"

Hibiya cocked a brow. "That is as much as I would expect."

"Why would you expect that?!" Delic balked, staring at the raven wide-eyed. "Why is an appetizer ¥7,800?"

"Why would it not be?"

"Because some people don't like to eat their money!"

"If you are so appalled, think not of the tip."

Delic tilted his head in confusion. "Tip?"

"Yes. You are aware that seven to twenty percent of the cost of your meal goes to the waiter."

"Why?"

"…It is a common practice in the western world, for without your waiter, one would not obtain their food. In most western restaurants, a **waitress will not receive a paycheck, as she is only payed in tips. Due to such, it is the reason I understand not the fundamental of displaying one's gratitude, for they shall receive it in money."

"Again, it's to show appreciation!"

"However, if I give a tip, would that not count as a show of appreciation?"

"…You're the type of person who shows love through money, aren't you?"

"What do you mean?"

Delic groaned as he rubbed his face.

"Um, if I may," Psyche started, gaining Hibiya's attention. "I think what Delic-san's trying to say is that you'd rather shower him in extravagant presents than say 'I love you'."

Both Delic and Hibiya jolted. Their eyes widened and stared at Psyche with shock.

"Wait, wait, wait—"

"Hold thine tongue—"

"We're not—"

"That is not—"

"You've got the wrong idea—"

"You have been mistaken—"

"This isn't—"

"There is—"

"We're not in love!" The host and the prince said in unison.

Psyche looked from Delic to Hibiya then back to Delic. He smiled.

"I'm sorry. I didn't mean to stir things between you two."

"No, no, you didn't!" Delic said.

"There is no stirring to be had!" Hibiya stated.

"I'm sorry." Psyche giggled, before bowing. "Excuse me, I'll go bottle up your wine."

The smiling waiter grabbed the cart with the wine bottle in a bucket of ice on it.

"Um, Psyche," Delic said, grabbing the raven's sleeve with his thumb and index. "That napkin there has glass in it so be careful."

"Oh. Thank you, sir. I'll take care of it."

Psyche was gone yet again.

Delic let out a heavy sigh as he leaned back in his chair. Hibiya took off his crown and pulled out a handkerchief from his pocket. He began absent-mindedly cleaning his crown.

'Yeah, there's no way.' Delic thought as he leaned his head back on the top of his chair. He looked up at the ceiling. 'I'm not in love with Hibiya. He's spoiled, annoying and a royal prick. I would never love someone like that—then why am I here?'

Delic glared.

'I'm here because I honor my promises. He won our game, so I had to go on a date. And it works in my favor cuz I'm getting even. He made me put out, so I'll make him put out—then why'd I tell him I couldn't get a hotel room?'

Delic's eyes widened.

'…Because…Soka Red wants to hang out so using the same room…what if I tire Hibiya out and he spends the night in the hotel? Then Soka and I are screwed later—so I'm not going to get revenge against him. This date is pointless.'

Delic glowered.

"Do you feel well enough to drive?" Hibiya asked.

Delic looked at him. He didn't miss how red the prince's cheeks were. That made him smile.

"Yeah, I can drive." Delic said. "Is Shitsuo going to come for you?"

"No, I shall be spending the evening in a hotel." Hibiya grabbed the booklet from Delic.

"Oh, is it close?"

"I shall hail a taxi."

"Would you like me to drive you?"

Hibiya made eye contact with him. "Would you mind if I imposed such a request?'

"Wouldn't offer if I minded."

Hibiya smiled. "Then I shall impose that request."

"No problem." Delic smiled.

Hibiya leaned down under the table. Delic cocked a brow and leaned as well. But the raven was upright before the blond could see what he was doing. And in his hand was a golden booklet wallet.

Delic tilted his head in confusion. "Did you pull that from your boot?"

"Yes. I hold no other means to carry."

"You don't have pockets?"

"No." Hibiya opened the wallet and pulled out a credit card.

Delic chuckled. "That's so cute."

Hibiya glowered. "Delic, may I make a request?"

"Shoot."

"Stop treating me as a woman."

"Hah?" Delic tilted his head slightly.

"Calling me things such as 'cute' or 'baby' is not a compliment for a man."

"I'd beg to differ. I love getting called cute. But!" Delic put up his hand as Hibiya opened his mouth. "If that makes you uncomfortable, I'll try to keep my words in check from now on."

Hibiya closed his mouth. He nodded as he tucked his credit card into the bill booklet. "…Thank you."

Delic smiled. "You're welcome."

Hibiya blushed and looked to the side.

"Sorry for the wait!" Psyche returned with a long white box. "Here's your wine."

"Thank you!" Delic took the box from him.

"You're welcome." He turned to Hibiya. "Are you ready to pay?"

"Yes, here." Hibiya handed the waiter the booklet.

"Thank you." Psyche took it and bowed. "I'll be right back."

"Understood."

"Oh, and sir."

Hibiya looked up at him.

"I mean not to be rude, but we actually don't accept tips here."

"Eh? Why not?"

"The waiters aren't being paid a waiter's salary, so tips aren't allowed."

Hibiya cocked a brow. "I know not if that is a positive or negative notion."

"I'd say it's a positive, sir." Psyche bowed. "Excuse me for a moment."

Psyche took off again.

Delic chuckled as he watched him go.

"Shall we go, Delic?" Hibiya asked.

"Oh, yeah!" Delic stood.

He picked up the wine box. Hibiya also stood, watching Delic for a moment.

"You need not carry any of our meal." Hibiya said. "The waiter shall carry it for us to the motor vehicle."

"We can carry it."

"But we need not to. That is a servant's job."

Delic narrowed his eyes. "Hibiya, you ever stop to think about what would happen if there wasn't a servant to cater to you? You don't seem very self-sufficient."

"You would be surprised." Hibiya said.

"What's that supposed to mean?"

"Here you go, sir." Psyche returned, holding Hibiya's credit card out to the golden raven.

"…Thank you." Hibiya took the card. He placed it back in his wallet.

Hibiya propped his leg up on the chair and slid his wallet into his boot. Psyche grabbed the boxes of food and neatly stacked them in his arms.

"I'll take that, sir." Psyche said to Delic.

"It's fine. Your hands are full enough as is." Delic tucked the wine box under his arm.

"…If you insist."

The three left the table and made their way to the front doors. Once outside, the valet already had Delic's car pulled up. Psyche put the boxes in the backseat, said his good-bye, and went back inside.

'Gosh, I hope he shows.' Delic thought. 'Please, please, please show.'

Delic and Hibiya got into the car.

"So," Delic said as he latched his seatbelt. "Where to?"

"Turn left upon this road then follow the street here," Hibiya pointed to the road they would be entering. "Until you come across LL street. Turn right upon LL street. I shall give further direction once we have achieved that location."

"Okay~!"

Delic put the car into drive and slowly pulled around the parked cars. They made their way out of the parking lot onto the main street.

"So," Delic said, "What'd you mean I'd be surprised?"

Hibiya glanced at him. "If you were to come up to my hotel room, I could show you."

"Eh?" Delic looked at the raven. "Excuse me?"

Hibiya looked at Delic with a look of pure superiority. "I shall spoil nothing."

Delic cocked a brow. But was intrigued.

The blond chuckled as he focused solely on the road. Within twenty minutes, Hibiya guiding him the whole way, they reached the hotel. Delic allotted to leaving his food in the car—as he had no intention for staying too long—while grabbing Hibiya's peking duck and the bottle of wine. The two went up to the top level of a very expensive hotel that was just as above Delic's paygrade as the restaurant.

"This place is shiny." Delic said in the hallway.

"T'would assume so." Hibiya said.

"Wow—agh!"

Delic turned the corner and shoulder checked a man. The wine box was knocked from his hold.

"Whoa!" Delic played the balancing game with the box. The box bounced off his knee as he reached down. He grabbed it and slammed it against his stomach.

"Are you alright?" Hibiya asked.

"Hoo, don't worry! I saved the wine!" Delic beamed up at the raven. He then looked at the man he bumped. "Sorry about that. You okay?"

The man looked down at him. Light brown hair and green eyes, wearing a gray suit, he didn't look like one of the rich. But the fact he was here meant he had to have a decent paycheck behind his name.

Which was proven when he looked at Delic with complete scorn and walked away.

"Okay~." Delic stood.

"That man…" Hibiya muttered.

"What, do you know him?"

"No. I feel as if I have seen him before, however."

"Maybe you saw him at a party or something like that? A friend of your dad's?"

"…Mayhaps…Well, let us continue to our room."

"After you, lovely."

Delic smiled while Hibiya glowered as they went down the hall.

Unbeknownst to the two, the man had stopped around the corner, out of sight of them. Now that they were gone, the man clenched his teeth and glared at the ground.

"That bastard…"

*I actually googled these. I didn't want to be overzealous with the price just because Hibiya has money. These are all the proper prices of a five-star restaurant.

For those that don't know, if I forgot to mention it up to this point, to convert yen into dollars without having to find a converter online, just take the last two numbers off the end. The last two are cents amount.

¥26000 = $260

¥20,000 = $200

¥53,300 = $533

¥7,800 = $78

¥107,100 = $1,071

**So, I didn't know that tips were an uncommon practice for the rest of the world. I totally thought that's was how restaurants worldwide worked. Apparently not.

In Japan, almost all restaurants do not accept tips. Restaurants that are American based or around airports have been known to accept tips but those kind of practices in Japan are very far and in between.