Hey guys! Itty bitty filler chapter this time...I figured that Psyche and Tsu-chan needed to meet up! Because they are so darned cute. I just lurve them. Be prepared for fluff!
On another note: I am busy lately, so I'll try to keep posting, but I stay after school until of, six or seven each night for play practice, SO. My plate is rather full X'D
Disclaimer: Neither DRRR! or the Characters are mine.
Warning: MxM Relationships depicted. If you don't approve, why are you here? LOL.
Psyche rubbed his eyes as he woke up to a loud pounding on the door. He glanced at the clock next to his bed and frowned; he hadn't been asleep for more than five minutes! After glancing over to the opposite side of the large room, he determined that Hibiya was indeed still asleep, even through all this. He heard yelling, and realized that it sounded like Deli-chan, so he walked to his door sleepily, intending to figure out what was going on and/or invite is friend in for cuddling—the man was like a space heater, and Hibi-kun wasn't exactly the cuddling type.
Psyche opened the door and quickly closed all but a crack of it when he saw Izaya and Delic all close-up in each other's Kool-Aid, and his eyes widened when their little moment turned into a full-on makeout session. Wait a minute…Deli-chan hooking up with Izaya? Then again, it almost made sense if you stepped back and looked at it—they did both have a reputation for getting around, if you got the picture.
He was pulled from his thoughts as a flash of black, white and blonde quickly turned into a tangle of bodies on the floor.
"You fucking flea! I'm going to kill you!" Oh, so it was Shizuo. Delic often talked about him, but Psyche hadn't met him save for a few occasions when he'd stopped by the Heiwajima household with Delic to pick up something or another. It was at those times Psyche usually got glares from the honey-and-caramel eyes; he had assumed it was because he looked very similar to Izaya.
Psyche sighed, closing the door and returning to sit on his bed. Because he was the youngest (along with Sakuraya, of course) and nearly all of the Oriharas looked identical, Psyche was often pre-judged from deeds his family had done. What people failed to take into account, though, was that his family members were different people! No two were alike. He sighed again and leaned against the window that he had moved his futon towards upon his arrival.
There were two windows in the corner—one that overlooked the city and another that looked straight into the hallway of the apartment building; one of the niceties of a penthouse, Psyche presumed.
He peeked past the bamboo-slatted blinds of the interior window only to see a figure clad in blue standing outside, Leaning calmly against the opposite wall. He appeared to be untroubled by the turmoil presently occurring in Psyche's house, and had one blue eye open as if to make sure the situation didn't escalate any further. Psyche giggled. This man was a Heiwajima, but so different!
Whereas Deli-chan and Tsuki-kun were different, they were both full of energy, but this one (who was obviously one of them, judging by his looks) was so tranquil! He almost looked as if small animals should come running to surround him, Psyche thought.
The blonde in the blue striped shirt smiled slightly to himself as if remembering a fond memory, and suddenly Psyche's gaze met blue as the man peered down at him. He 'eep!'-ed and let go of the blinds, turning around and collapsing to a sit in his blankets.
Who wasthat man? Psyche rubbed his hands up and down his arms, willing away the goosebumps that had risen on them. The endless blue eyes that had stared at him for those moments—or was it less than a second?—had held promise of something in them. Whatever it was, it had made Psyche's heart face, his stomach do flip-flop, and his cheeks burn pink.
He smiled to himself in the dark and went back to ever-so-carefully peer through the blinds again. This time, three more Heiwajimas were in the hallway. Delic and Tsuki were walking over to Shizuo, who looked really, really angry, and the blue-eyed man was standing there with a small, mysterious smile on his face. They all turned to leave, and as they did, Psyche's mysterious stranger turned halfway, looked right where he was standingand gave a half-wave with a smile. Psyche sucked in a gasp, immediately moving away from the window again. He glanced about in his dark room, mentally trying to calm down enough to sleep, and threw himself back on his blankets, feeling a fool's grin spreading across his face as he looked out at the stars through the opposite window.
His mind continued to race as he replayed the quick scenes with this man over and over in his head. Who was he? What was he like? And, most importantly, why could Psyche not get him out of his head though he'd only just seen him?
Until next time, guys! As always, alerts/reviews are very much appreciated. Thanks to all who have (or are going to!)! ^3^