EDIT: Okay, I am officially the world's biggest idiot. This chapter has definitely been chapter four of one of my other stories for like, months. I apologize profusely to all who have read it. Like, SO SORRY! ACK. I just figured I'd put up the REAL one now.

Heiwajima Delic strolled easily through the crowd out of the dancefloor, his long legs giving him the smooth, classy gait that naturally drew the eyes of potential customers to him. Delic couldn't help it—he knew he was attractive, so it was only natural that everyone else did, too. Both men and women were included in this, but as for Delic himself, he had no particular preference either way. if someone was good-looking, that was that.

Delic had pretty much always been the 'playboy' of the family. His oldest brother, Tsugaru, was popular with the ladies, but unfortunately for them he wasn't into women. Shizuo, his other older brother, didn't seem to have a preference either way, but he had such a violent reputation that no one dared approach him. Then there was Tsukishima, the youngest, who had a good heart but was…interesting. He couldn't find his way home from the supermarket, let alone his gender preference!

So Delic it was—and he couldn't say he didn't enjoy it. People from all over Tokyo would come specifically to see him, to chat with him, to see him sing. And he enjoyed being adored. SO as he strolled towards the back where Psyche had told him his relatives were, he felt no fear, and put on the charm, feeling his eyes light up with excitement. He ran a hand through his hair and adjusted his headphones before walking into the restaurant area.

Hibiya was making small chat with Sakuraya as he suddenly glanced something from the corner of his eye—seriously? No. Seriously? More pink? More damned pink? That was all he could see as a tall blonde man in a white and—damn it!—pink suit came to their table. Hibiya had seen other hosts walking about, but didn't customers usually pay for them? This man was not getting a penny of the prince's. Nope, not. A. Cent. He walked closer and Hibiya's eyes narrowed—this man irked him from the get-go. Who did he think he was, strolling around in a white suit with a music player, blonde hair, and a smirk? Sure enough, though, the man walked to their table and knelt down.

"May I help you, peasant?" Hibiya asked in an almost condescending manner. The man simply shook his head and laughed a little to himself.

"Peasant? I wouldn't go quite that far," he said. He then smiled genuinely and looked at Sakuraya. "Ne, Saku-kun, how've you been?" What? This plebian knew his cousin? But the usually bashful pink-eyed raven smiled back.

"It's been too long, Delic-san—not that I don't hear a lot about you, though!" Come to think of it, the blonde's outfit reminded him eerily of…

"Psyche talks about me, huh? I ought to have known that," he rubbed the back of his head with his hand, still smiling. Then his eyes flicked to Hibiya, and he couldn't help but notice that they, too, were pink. More of a magenta, really—"I don't believe I have had the pleasure of meeting you yet, though. I'm Delic, Psyche's best friend." He smiled a smile that Hibiya swore did not affect him, really.

"You may address me as Hibiya-sama or simply 'Prince,' plebian." Hibiya stuck his chin up slightly. Ugh. Leave it to Psyche to curse him with more pink. The blonde blinked once before white teeth flashed and he took Hibiya's hand and brought his mouth to it, then whispered in a low voice, his soft lips touching the back of Hibiya's palm.

"Hajimemashite, prince…" he trailed off, and Hibiya blushed—out of the audacity of the commoner, of course!

"I suppose it is rather nice to meet a commoner who knows such—"

"-ess."

"Come again?" the blonde got up as Hibiya took his hand back. His eyes flashed as he repeated himself.

"I said, it's nice to meet you, princess." Hibiya felt his mouth drop open in shock. This peasant. Had dared to call him 'princess?' Where did he get off on believing that kind of thing was acceptable? Hibiya's eyes narrowed again as he looked to the side and saw Sakuraya covering his mouth, quiet giggles still escaping him. Hibiya frowned and glared at the man, getting up to storm off when suddenly he heard a roar followed by frightened screams coming from the dancefloor.

Hibiya looked over in time to catch sight of Izaya grinning as he ran quickly past the table, yelling a 'see you guys at home!' as he ran out the door. What? Had he caused this? Hibiya's question was answered as an angry blonde in a bartender's uniform came running after Izaya, growling out his name in a most guttural and uncivilized manner. All Hibiya could do was gape when he saw the pink-eyed blonde, Delic, facepalm. He looked over apologetically at Hibiya and Sakuraya, then ran off after the duo.

Pink met gold as the remaining two Oriharas did the only thing they could do: stare at each other in confusion.

Phew. Well, I hope the plot makes more sense now:'D