Title: 500 Million in Debt
Rating: M
Pairing: Shizuo x Izaya x Tsugaru x Psyche
Prompt from the Drrr Kink Meme: Izaya acquires Psyche and later Tsugaru as his sex toy. It can become Shizaya later.

Disclaimer: I own none of these characters!

THIS STORY CONTAINS MALExMALE RELATIONSHIPS. You have been warned.

Tsugaru hated water.

He had always silently thought it ironic that his master had named him after a river. It was a musical instrument as well… which was another reason why it was 'ironic,' but that was another matter.

His constant fear of 'water' was well kept secret, as much as Tsugaru was capable of, at least. Tsugaru was slow and careful when he took baths; he never took showers. He was also careful when he turned the faucet to pour the water when washing dishes or cooking. Whenever forced to handle 'water' for daily needs, he had to prepare himself mentally. Even when Izaya had left him to stand in the rain, he endured it without breaking apart. Unbeknownst to the informant, it was probably one of the cruelest ways of tortures that the young slave had had to endure… much more than burning his face off from the stove or being forced to sit in one position for hours at a time.

And now he waited for his master to come home. It had begun to rain and he stood just inside of the building's clear doors, looking out.

Water droplets dotted the door and the fear of accumulating water still ate at Tsugaru's heart.

It made no sense. There was no way … no way that the water could drown him here. But still…

No matter how irrational his fear was, or how much Tsugaru absolutely feared 'water', he still remained faithfully by the door, waiting for his master like a loyal Hachiko dog.

Because even if 'water' was his fear… his master was still his supreme God.

And once again Tsugaru refused to focus on the 'water' surrounding him; refused to dwell on his fear….

That was for later.

It was nearly dawn and Tsugaru had been standing by the glass doors for hours. Just then, the same black car that had picked up Orihara Izaya hours ago drove up to the entrance. Despite his fear of the rain, Tsugaru ran out as the men from the vehicle practically threw Izaya to the ground. After dumping the second body on top of Izaya, the car drove off.

Tsugaru was at his side when Izaya carefully pulled himself up, trying to help the other man who was had also been thrown on the ground with him. There was a small moment of confusion when Tsugaru realized the second guy also had Izaya's face, but was quickly able to discern from their eye colors that the second man was… the same male he had seen at Russia Sushi.

The one who was with the blond man whose face Tsugaru now had as well…

"Help… Psyche first…" Izaya stammered, trying his best to shoulder the limp male. Tsugaru was trying to support Izaya and yet the informant was ordering him to instead help out the other man. He hesitated, obviously wanting to help out his master first… but obeyed, walking over to the other side as they both lifted the semi-conscious Psyche, dragging him to the elevator.

It took a lot of effort but somehow Tsugaru managed to help support them - both wet and dirty- up the stairs. The tall blond could smell the cum reeking out of both men, and guessed the worst since Izaya did not explain the state of their partial undress or ripped clothing or the smell. It hurt.

Once upstairs, Izaya collapsed into his bed appearing not the least bit concerned about the dirty state he was still in. When Tsugaru tried to help by undressing him, the informant waved him away.

"Psyche… first. Bathe him."

"But…"

"No buts. I'm tired." Izaya rolled over closer to the middle of his bed, and promptly fainted from exhaustion. Tsugaru watched, torn, only to once again obey.

"Come," the usually mild-mannered blond said testily to the young bewildered man lingering nearby. But Psyche kept staring at Tsugaru… the man who was an exact replica of Shizuo, except without a hint of that warm smile shown by the bartender suit-clad man.

Psyche watched as the blond Shizuo lookalike slid his kimono off. It glided from his frame as if it were made of silk. Even Psyche could tell how graceful his movements were. His pink eyes couldn't stop staring as the muscles on his back rippled with each movement.

"Psyche."

Psyche blinked when the man called out to him. Tsugaru motioned calmly for him to come to the tub that was slowly filling up with clean, warm water.

At first, Psyche was confused over how the man knew his name; it then occurred to him that – of course - Izaya had just told this man to give him a bath. He crawled into the tub and sat obediently as the blond man joined in as well. Considering how large the bathtub was, it was comfortable enough despite the two men sharing it. Once the water was filled halfway, the blond man stopped the flow from the tap and started washing Psyche's hair.

"Umm… sir?"

"It's Tsugaru."

Ah, so his name was Tsugaru.

"Tsugaru… san?" Psyche inquired, looking up hesitantly to the side to see if this man was alright with that honorific.

"Tsugaru, is fine." The blond closed his eyes as he massaged shampoo into the raven's scalp.

"Then, Tsu-chan!" Psyche exclaimed decidedly with a bubbling smile.

Then he quickly shrank as he noticed Tsugaru's lips pursing tightly and his gaze narrowing.

"T-Tsugaru, then…" Psyche quickly mumbled, shying away from the emanating wrath. Tsugaru went back to shampooing Psyche's hair, and the little raven sat quietly as the blond poured water over his head to wash the suds away.

"You… you're from… there, aren't you?" Tsugaru asked softly.

Psyche blinked at the question.

"There?"

"You know where I'm talking about." Tsugaru averted his gaze as he poured the conditioner onto Psyche's head and began massaging it through his hair.

"Mmm… If you mean the 'training', then yeah. You're… from there too, right?" Psyche tilted his head back and looked at Tsugaru upside-down. Tsugaru hesitated, but quietly nodded.

"Are you my replacement?" Psyche asked boldly. At such a blunt question, Tsugaru stared back at the raven with an unreadable expression.

"I seem to be your master's replacement."

From the way Psyche asked the question, Tsugaru decided he might as well be this young man's replacement as well. It seemed that he would always be someone's replacement, but…

"Shizuo-san's?" Psyche mulled it over as Tsugaru now grabbed a sponge and soaped his body. "I guess you do look like him. But you're too different."

"Different? How so?" Tsugaru wasn't even sure why he asked, but he did. Strangely, he wanted to know. He wanted to know if he was good as the original… or perhaps even better?

"Mmm… Shizuo-san lives to his fullest. He always has more energy you know? Like he's living for tomorrow. You… well…" Psyche tilted his head. This man was graceful, but… "You live as if you're already dead."

Tsugaru paused in mid-stroke on Psyche's back. Then, he went back to his washing.

"… Perhaps it is because we have all died once, back then."
Again, Tsugaru found himself answering a bit tentatively. This man – Psyche - clearly did not live as if he were dead- or even had once died. He was much full of life, and…

Tsugaru was tempted to ask if Psyche was the one who had composed that music back then. If this man was the one who composed that music, then… things would click together. But something kept him back. Tsugaru didn't want to open that Pandora's Box. Not yet. It would only bring out ugly memories and even more undesirable consequences.

So, Tsugaru did not ask.

"We're done," Somewhat relieved, Tsugaru finally drained the water and doused clean water on top of Psyche's head one more time.

"You can dry off yourself, I hope," Tsugaru handed the man a fresh towel as he got out of the tub. Then, he went straight to check on his master.

"Tsugaru?" Psyche tailed after him as he tried to dry off quickly. "What are you doing?" He watched as Tsugaru quickly divested Izaya's clothes and carefully lifted up the unconscious man.

"He needs to be washed more than you did."
[New para] Tsugaru shot a semi-irritated look as he walked past him back into the bathroom. Psyche quickly moved out of the way, before feeling a surge of aggravation rise as well. Izaya had also been HIS master at one point. Psyche knew him first! There was no need to act as if Izaya belonged to him and him only!

"I'm helping you wash him too!" Psyche announced as he briskly walked back into the tub. Tsugaru shrugged; he was more focused on cleaning Izaya, after all. Gingerly, he wiped the cum from Izaya's body with the soaped sponge as the clean water once more poured into the tub. Psyche wanted to help too, but with Tsugaru possessively holding Izaya, there really wasn't much he could do besides watch. And pout.

After watching Tsugaru clean up Izaya for more than fifteen minutes, Psyche grew bored. He let out a long sigh as he sat up. It was then that he noted Tsugaru's expression. It was that of a devoted man in love, as Tsugaru's eyes were seeing Izaya, and Izaya only. Psyche realized that Tsugaru had completely forgotten that he was there in the tub, too. Izaya probably meant the entire world to Tsugaru. Nothing else existed, and none else mattered.

Psyche blinked, studying Tsugaru as the man poured his love and admiration into the man with the same face as his.

Author's Note: Talk about an update of a century... haha... x.x;;

So sorry for the short update. I figured short update is better than no update.

Also to the anon named "for the win" who sent me a review, i almost wish you didn't anon so I can explain.

This fanfic's plot was drafted in year 2010 around July. Meaning. Only Book 4 was translated by Annifiesta. I only knew about Aakabayashi from quick summaries my friends told me from japanese books and hummel's beautiful art of a smirky guy with scar on his face. I imagined him to be more sneaky and cunning. I had no idea that he was actually such a sweet old man. Unfortunately, I do agree with you that Aka would NEVER rape psyche. No. But i'm a slow writer. Unfortunately I could not finish this story back in July of 2010. By the time book 5-7 got translated and I realized my mistake, it was too late. Either I quit writing (which I was going to do because... well i don't like writing ooc characters myself. ) or just keep going. I decided to just keep going. (and why i didn't update for about 9 months until my friends finally just told me to write it and so even if i hated it, i went ahead and just wrote it and posted it so i can move on) It's unfortunate that Narita's characters are dynamic and evolve and change. While my stories are outdated and old. 500 million in debt is a story that's so 'old' to me that i wish i can just quit. But since everyone keeps telling me to just go ahead and write it even if it's incorrect and inaccurate, i'll just push on.

I'm sorry that the Akabayashi in this fic is not accurate anymore. I truly apologize. (which is also probably why this Shiki is much more meanancing... than my other Shikis. Technically even Precious Devotion is 'newer' story than 500 million in debt)

There will be also other characters that will come later that might be ooc. But yeah the story was already drafted a long time ago. Either i change the whole plot now or just go with my original plan. We'll see... but i'm planning to just go with my original plot and see where i end up.

Thank you again for reading everyone.