A/N: Sorry for such a short chapter this time around! Enjoy!

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Psyche bounced down the parking lot as soon as Shizuo set him on the ground.

"Psyche," Shizuo frowned, extending a hand. "Hand." He told and the boy swiveled around to hold onto his father's. "You know the rules. Just because your mother isn't here to spoil you doesn't mean I'll let you get away with not following them." He murmured, "besides – there's cars out here. You could get hit."

Psyche sighed dramatically as he listened to his father lecture. Izaya let Psyche get away with a lot, even though the boy was old enough to understand rules which meant Shizuo was mostly the bad guy when it had to come down to it. They never really had to discipline Tsugaru. He was a good child. Psyche is still technically Izaya's "baby". The informant was having a hard time cutting the strings from baby to big boy. He was getting there and for that, Shizuo was thankful.

"Daddy," Psyche piped up and Shizuo turned his head down to look at the raven.

"Yes?" He answered as he patted the back of his pants to make sure the his wallet and list was inside, pulling it out to pull out the list and moved into the store, making a b-line for the carts.

"Can we get a cart with a car in front?"

Shizuo looked over at the boy and then the cart, and back down at his son. "You promised to be good, remember?"

Psyche beamed, and nodded. "I will! I will! Please, Daddy? Please, please, please, pleeeaaseee?"

Shizuo frowned. It was either cave in, or listen to Psyche's whining and pouting throughout the entire grocery shopping trip. He sighed in defeat, and pulled out one of the last carts with a car in front. "Get in then."

Psyche squealed and Shizuo winced at the high-pitched noise as he felt the weight of the cart get heavier. He pulled it out, kneeling down next to the small plastic door. "What are the rules, Psyche-chan?"

"Safety first!" Psyche said, buckling himself in the cart.

"And?"

"And, don't jump out just because you see a toy you want."

"Right. And, when we go down the music isle?"

"WERE GOING DOWN THE MUSIC ISLE?" Psyche's eyes went wide with excitement and was about to squeal again before he saw his father put a finger against his lips and pointed to his head.

"And no screaming because it gives daddy a...a...mi-migraahh-" he frowned, looking up at his father.

"A migraine."

Psyche grinned, "Yeah!"

"Alright. Were off then." He said, closing the car door and moved to the front of the cart, pushing down the crowded main isle. He pulled out the list that he had crumpled up in his pocket, unfolding the freaking book of groceries. "Okay...organic..." he looked down the list and nearly everything was organic. "Okay, organic crap. Got it." He muttered as he walked down near the end of the isles and turned down the one he needed which was ridiculously empty – because everyone else was grocery shopping for normal food. Shizuo frowned, he swore this was the reason the flea was so damn tiny.

Shizuo pulled out a box of organic pasta or something. He didn't know. He just saw the labels and threw them in the cart. He really didn't understand half the stuff Izaya ate. It didn't even look appetizing.

He was momentarily distracted when Psyche was in the car making car noises, pretending he was pushing on the gas pedal and the engine roaring. "Come on! Let's go, Daddy!"

"It's a red light," Shizuo replied nonchalantly as he debated between two boxes of food he was looking at.

"It's been a red light foreeveerrrr," Psyche whined. Shizuo was about to push the cart forward before he saw an older lady in front of them who was looking at the next part of the isle they needed to look at.

"There's a car in front of us," he murmured, finally deciding on a box and was about to move around the lady before-

"Well, is the light painted red, asshole!" Psyche frowned, making beeping noises on his toy steering wheel.

Shizuo's eyes went wide at the vulgar words that came from his son's mouth. He moved into the front of the cart. "Psyche Izaya Orihara." He frowned, glaring down at him. "What the hell did you just say?" Real smooth, Shizuo. He curses so curse back at him. Idiot, Shizuo scolded himself, but still stared Psyche down looking for an answer who now seemed to find his father's shoes more interesting.

"I'm waiting." Shizuo broke the silence and Psyche looked up at him timidly. Shizuo rose his eyebrows, still waiting for Psyche to respond.

"Well..." Psyche started, frowning, and putting his hands on his hips. "Mommy says it!"

"Grown-ups make mistakes just like kids do. Sometimes, we shouldn't because we have to teach you kids to be good but we sometimes slip up. That is a very bad word, and you know that, Psyche. You know better." Shizuo replied, looking over at him.

Psyche pouted, and crossed his arms, his cheeks puffed out and he turned around to face straightforward, not answering his father.

Shizuo sighed heavily, "fine, if you're going to act like a brat, you aren't getting anything here." He replied casually as he stood up and pushed the cart down the isle that was now so blatantly staring at them.

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