AH! Sorry I haven't updated recently; I'll get right on that. I have the next chapter in -progress, but I need your guys's help on one thing: WHOSE STORY DO I WRITE FIRST? I can do any of them except Shizuo and Izaya's or Shitsuo and Sakuraya's-those must come later. So, please, please, tell me in a review/PM. I would love that.

DRRR! Is not mine.

"Ah, isn't this fun?" The informant's eyes sparkled as a plate of fatty tuna was delivered the table of Oriharas—Psyche, Izaya, Sakuraya, and Hibiya were all seated at a booth on the back wall of the club. Hibiya had been, well, royally pissed when he had found out this so-called 'restaurant' was in reality some sort of nightclub. They were currently in a quieter, almost restaurant-like area that was rather separated from the dancefloor.

"Fun? Hah! I find this to be rather mundane, peasant." Hibiya rested his chin on his fist.

"Hibi-kun, let's go dance!" Psyche was already up and grabbing Hibiya's wrist, trying to pull him toward the source of the heavy beat that was emanating from the dancefloor.

"Knave—I do not wish to fling myself into that mass of sweaty plebians. Why do you not ask your twin brother?" Hibiya narrowed his eyes and gestured to Sakuraya, who was quietly sipping his drink.

"I-I don't really want to…sorry, Psyche." He averted his eyes, which sparkled calmly compared to Psyche's.

"Iza-chan, would you?" Psyche gave Izaya his best 'oh, please!' look and even Hibiya was slightly moved. Sometimes, he swore Psyche was the most devious of them all.

"Why, of course. I happen to love dancing~" The info broker's lithe body slid out from the booth, and he walked with Psyche towards the dancefloor. As they were going, however, Izaya turned back and looked at Hibiya, a wicked glint in his eyes to match the smirk on his face. Scratch that—Izaya was the biggest troll. Hibiya glanced over at Sakuraya. He had never minded Sakuraya—he was quiet and obedient, as well as a subject should be. The tales Psyche used to tell of Sakuraya being mean when they were children must have been just that; tales. Coy pink eyes glanced over at him.

"How was Hibiya-sama's day?" He asked quietly. Ah, that was more like it.

"Well, your brother has adorned my room in pink." He tried not to cringe as recounted the day's events.

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Psyche swayed his hips back and forth, rocking to the music. He adored music, and this was a good song. Back, forth, back, forth. He put his hands up and danced, paying the small crowd that was gathering around him no mind. Sway, sway, sway. He saw Izaya come up to him and the two danced together, white and black, pink and red—they were like angel and demon on the dancefloor, light and dark—opposites, moving in harmony without a care as to that fact. Izaya grabbed Psyche's hips and they danced even closer, rolling, rocking, swaying to the beat. Psyche put his arms around Izaya's neck, and their gazes met as their bodies moved to the beat.

The spell was broken when Izaya's eyes moved away, suddenly locking onto something else. A new fire burned in the crimson depths, and Izaya looked at Psyche, winked and said "Be back~," as he went off in the direction he had looked at. Psyche turned around and saw a head of blonde hair in the direction Izaya had gone.

Speaking of blonde, Psyche was reminded of his own best friend, Delic. The man was tall, around 6 feet, and usually worked as a host in local bars or clubs. His outfit consisted of a white suit with a pink undershirt and black tie— he was quite popular with both the women and men at all the places he worked at. He had these hypnotic pink eyes, much like Psyche's own, and both of the two loved music. They had actually met during a music competition back in high school, and even joined up with other bands sometimes and sang together. Seeing whatever blond Izaya had gone over to reminded Psyche of Delic, and he vaguely wondered whether the man was free tonight—maybe Psyche could invite him out. He needed not worry, however, because as he turned around he saw a familiar white suit.

"Deli-chan!" The raven exclaimed. "What are you doing here?"

"I just got a request to come host here; what about you?"

"Uwaaa! Deli-chan, that is so great!"

The tall blonde chuckled." Thanks, Psyche. Hey, I saw Izaya over there; is anyone else here with you? Sakuraya-chan, I imagine."

"Oh, right! We are here because Izaya wanted to celebrate our arrival. He and I were dancing earlier, but he went to go see someone, I think. Saku-chan is with Hibi-kun at our table in the back!" At this the blonde raised an eyebrow.

"Hibi-kun?"

"Oh, right! He is the cousin I was telling you about; the one I am rooming with while I go to school this year? He's, um…he looks like, uh—"

"You? Like most of the Oriharas?" Delic smirked; Psyche got the friendly version of the smile that usually made the women swoon and the men shift in their seats.

"Ne, Deli-chan, you can't say anything~ I've seen pictures of you and Shizuo-san together, you know!" they both laughed. "Um, do you want to come hang with me? Or we could dance!" the brunette's pink eyes lit up in excitement. The blonde scratched the back of his head.

"Well, Psy-chan, I'm actually working tonight, so maybe later. Let's go singing this weekend, okay?" the smaller man nodded and they slapped a high-five before the blonde wandered off to go greet guests.

Ah, short chapter. But more is en route! Review, please, and tell me which couple you would like me to write first~ I have something good in mind for all of them: D