Hibiya sat down with the others and kept his chin up, giving the host the perfect I'm over you look. The man returned the look full force. He leaned towards Sakuraya and began a chat about clothing.

Commoner.

Psyche poured him another cup of water and Hibiya could feel himself getting warm. He frowned and began to speak with Tsugaru, congratulating him on his good fortune of coming upon Psyche.

Roppi slowly began to gather a dark aura at the end of the table next to Izaya. His body shook, his hands rubbed at his arms, carefully covered with long sleeves so that we wouldn't have to see his ugly scars. The man stood up moments later to the shook of all the blonds.

He didn't even have the decency to explain that he was going to leave to go cutting himself again. He just turned and left the room.

Tsukishima frowned after the man and bit his lip as the rest continued to eat. He opened and closed his mouth several times before speaking. "where is Hachimenroppi-san going?"

Izaya shrugged, savoring his ootoro. "Why don't you go find out, Tsukishima. He's going to be around the bathroom area maybe."

"He just gets up like that to use the can?" Shizuo asked, frowning.

"Never said he was going to the bathroom, protozoan."

Shizuo glared at him, "excuse me?"

"You heard me monster." The informant purred darkly across the table.

Tsugaru and Psyche both could sense the trouble to come.

"More ootoro, Shizuo-chan?" Psyche asked, holding the plate to the ex-bartender. Shizuo smacked the ootoro from his hands, sending it skittering to the floor as he glared at the informant.

"How rude! Nevertheless I suppose I can't expect anything less from a Neanderthal such as yourself."

Tsukishima stood up and went running from the room, claiming in a small voice that he was going to check on the misanthrope.

Delic and Tsugaru exchanged a look quickly before acting just as the debt collector went lunging for the informant. The duo exchanged banter, Izaya teasing at the man as Shizuo tried to escape the other two's grasp.

"TSUKI!" Delic called.

The man came running out of the back just as the group managed to get to the doorway. Izaya laughed as he taunted the man further.

Hibiya through all of this felt his world tilt, getting up to temperatures out of the normal range. He felt too warm in his clothes, they felt foreign to him. He wanted to rip them off, to find something to cool himself off with. He went to the kitchen and tried to have some water, but it did nothing. He leaned against the doorway, only to find his gaze gliding over the host, holding his brother back from the informant. He seemed to be distracted entirely by everything. Hibiya frowned as he noticed the man wasn't wearing his headphones and located them on the endtable next to Psyche's.

Perhaps he was just being delirious, but for whatever reason, he snatched the headphones up and went to his room. He sprinted to passed his thoroughly spaced out and beat red brother in the bathroom doorway and slammed his bedroom door shut.

That would serve the cur right! Calling him an asswipe! How dare he! He, Hibiya, was a prince! The most powerful of people in the area, possibly the world.

"Hey! Where the hell are my headphones?"

Hibiya grinned, holding the things to his chest and feeling his body get warmer. He pulled his cape off and soon enough he was nude under the cover of his sheets. No one would allow the peasant to enter his room. It was forbidden for anyone except Psyche and the other of his brothers to enter.

"You left them on the table, ne?"

"No dip Sherlock!" The host thundered at no doubt Izaya. "I want to know where they went!"

"I-za-ya-kunnnn~" A low roar followed before Izaya's voice became muffled. Hibiya felt his head hurt and he slowly started to writhe against his sheets. He bit his lip and was horrified to find how hard he was. He shouldn't be the least bit aroused! How uncouth!

His thoughts froze as the door cracked open. A mop of blond hair poked through and Delic stared at him.

Hibiya looked over, the man's headphones against his neck.

Oh shit…

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A/N: NO REVIEWS? -pouting- Was it bad? I failed? I did good? I DON'T UNDERSTAND THE SILENCE! And since I don't I was like "eh, whatev" for this chap. I dropped it off earlier than I was going to because of that. Review or suffer. That is the way of Prustria and of their informant, the awesome me.