Okay. My computer was down yesterday so I didn't get anything up XD BUT... here ya go! Please forgive errors... and as for the typos in the previous chapters... I think I got most of them:D

MxM soon. You've been warned.

DRRR! Is not mine.

Blue eyes met amber as Tsugaru looked up at Shizuo. The tallest and oldest of the Heiwajimas was cleaning the small nicks and cuts in Shizuo's arm that he had accumulated while chasing the flea.

Normally he would go to Shinra's, but it was late—early, actually—so Tsugaru had offered to do it; the blue-eyed Heiwajima was sort of the 'leader' of the household. Speaking of household, Shizuo's had recently even larger than usual. He had accrued a lot of debt to the city because he destroyed it so often, and after expressing his concerns to Tsugaru, the man ha calmly suggested that Shizuo move in with him so he didn't have to worry about city debt on top of apartment fees.

Shizuo had always admired Tsugaru; he was, in a way, everything Shizuo aspired to be. He was so calm and wise, and no matter what, he was kind to everyone. People naturally looked up to him, and the women flocked to him, not suspecting the man was about as gay as they come. Even after denying them all, they still loved him, fawning over him and always trying to set him up with whoever they thought. He politely declined their offers, smiling that gentle smile of his, and they eventually backed off.

"Are you even listening?" Shizuo was interrupted from his daydreaming by the low rumble of Tsugaru's voice.

"Huh, what? No, I wasn't. Wanna run that by me again?"

"I asked what exactly happened earlier. What'd he say this time?" 'he' obviously referred to Izaya; Tsugaru was always willing to hear Shizuo out.

Shizuo recounted the story to Tsugaru, starting from a few hours earlier. He told him that he had been bar tending at a new club, minding his own business and being polite enough even though something had put him in a bad mood. Nothing bad had happened—he was fine for the first few hours, then all of a sudden he had this bad taste in the back of his mouth, and the air took on a bitter tang.

Sure enough, not long after that, Izaya came slinking over to the bar with a nasty glint in his eyes. Shizuo tried his best to ignore him or at least pretend to—he couldn't actually ignore the flea, it'd be the death of him!

Anyway, that bastard came up and ordered a drink, right? So Shizuo had mixed it, wishing he had poison instead of vodka, and handed it to him. Just as he had thought that the flea might just leave well-enough alone, that bastard had started talking to him, taunting him.

"Ne, who would've thought that a place like this would ever hire this monster as a bartender? It's obvious to me that Shizu-chan lacks the mental capacity for any job, but..." the black-haired man had gone on and on. And. On.

"Shut the hell up, flea," Shizuo had warned. This, however, seemed to encourage the flea, who said rather loudly

"Oh, but the life of a protozoan is a hard one, so one can hardly blame you for trying to fit in, ne? For (trying to do your job?" Red had gleamed up at Shizuo from the eyes of the man sitting in the barstool opposite the counter in front of him. Shizuo's blood had begun racing, heart quickening in anticipation of the inevitable chase to come—that was his body's natural response to the flea : (attack.
Well, Shizuo had miraculously managed to keep control even through all this, and was about to just walk away when the flea had gone even further.

"Ne, Shizu-chan, do you know anyone by the name of Delic~?" Well of course he did, he lived with the man, but Izaya didn't need to know that.

"Why?" His teeth were gritted, but he hadn't destroyed anything—yet.

"Well, Shizu-chan looks so much like him. Not as attractive, though, and I'll bet not as good a lay, either~" at this the blonde lost it, and the glass cups in his hands had shattered into glittering fragments in the air as Shizuo used one hand to vault over the bar counter and towards Izaya, who had already started running.

The people in the crowd had shrieked a little bit, but no one was hurt or injured. Shizuo had chased Izaya out of the building but hadn't gotten far before he'd felt something strong pull him back. He turned around, still fuming and half-growling, to see the very topic of conversation that had set him off—Delic.

Now, Shizuo was the strongest man in Ikebukuro, and probably the world, for that matter, and everyone knew that. But what no one seemed to know was that all the Heiwajimas possessed that incredible strength to a degree. Tsugaru was second strongest in the household, but hardly cared to show it, and Delic and Tsuki were about the same (admittedly Tsuki's strength was a bit spastic). Rumor had it that they had a cousin that was on par with or greater in power than even Shizuo, though Shizuo himself had never met him.

So when Delic had stopped Shizuo earlier, Shizuo had seriously considered beating the man up, but decided he had no reason to trust anything Izaya said and so had refrained, walking back home and leaving Delic who knows where.

Tsugaru shook his head after hearing this and rolled his eyes. "You guys are all crazy, you know that?" he smirked a little bit, and Shizuo smiled.

"Heh. Guess so, huh?" the two chuckled softly before the door was opened. Delic strode in and kicked off his shoes, coming to rest on the couch adjacent to Shizuo and Tsugaru.

"Hey, thanks for leaving me back there, man. I was totally hitting up some new guy, too! First you scare half the people in the place, then I have the decency to come save you and you just stare at me and walk away? Tch." the man sprawled on the couch and gave Shizuo a rather icy stare. Which pissed him off. Still, Shizuo was trying to be calm here, so he rubbed the back of his neck.

"Ah, I'm sorry 'bout that. It's just the flea was talking some crazy bullshit this time, and it pissed me off." Tsugaru gave Delic an unfathomable look before smiling and picking up the first aid kit he'd used on Shizuo. Delic grinned.

"Nah, man-it's all good. Hey, I wonder how Tsuki's day was." Delic was Tsukishima's older brother, and though the shades of the duo's eyes might be close, they were about as different as brothers could be. Whereas Delic was the most outgoing and confident, Tsukishima was the most reserved of them all. The others were encouraging him to be more independent, and so he had gotten his current job as a postman. Shizuo was initially against this idea as the youngest Heiwajima had probably the worst sense of direction on the planet. Speaking of which—where was he? The quiet blonde was usually home way before now.

"Actually, now that you mention it, he hasn't come home yet. I guess I had assumed he was out with you all." Tsugaru had walked calmly into the room, still dressed casually from the day. He wore loose jeans and a blue shirt with a white stripe in the middle along with a woven bracelet on his left wrist.

Delic, however, was not so calm. "What? Has anyone tried calling him? You know he gets lost!" Delic pulled out his phone and started dialing, putting the phone up to his ear. "Dammit—straight to voicemail." he muttered and then stood up. "I'm going to go look for him; I have a copy of his route for just in case so either you come with me or you don't."

Little bit of drama for you all. Thanks for the reviews; I appreciate them so much! And don't worry, guys, Saku-chan will indeed have his moment. Plan on his little devious trickery~