A Most Pressing Quest [Hibiya, Psyche, Delic]

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In my crown, I am KING

The raven had grown tired of being confined to his home. There was not much to do there, and he had grown tired of the few options the house had permitted him. There was only so long in which he could stand being confined, reading books, playing solitary games, or skulking about the house waiting for someone of interest to be home and deign him with some kind of attention. It had not taken long for the state of little action to cause the prince to become restless and desire freedom from the home.

And of course, when the prince desired freedom, it meant that he was going to take it at any and all cost. He was, after all, royalty and could not be told what to do. He commanded his own destiny and needed no one to tell him otherwise.

This had led the raven haired young man to leave with no note to warn the others where he had gone. There was no need to deign the common folk with his whereabouts. If they desired to find him then they would call him on the dratted cell phone that Delic had purchased for him. It would ring (partially because he hadn't the slightest clue on how to silence the dratted machine) and he would deign them with an answer if he so chose. Or he could simply answer and hang up on them if they were going to irk him.

The first target had quickly been decided on when his stomach gave a rather loud and undignified growl only shortly after he had left the house and started out in the only direction he trusted he could follow well. He was heading towards the center of Ikebukuro, a place where he had been many times with various members of his 'family'. Golden eyes flashed with determination as he headed down the streets knowing the exact location that he was going to head towards.

His target was none other than Russia Sushi.

For who else could provide him with such marvelous slabs of ootoro? While the establishment was substandard at best, and the giant brutish black man who worked there was rather... strange (read: intimidating), he could not deny the quality of their ootoro. Not to mention that the kind Denis-person always seemed to treat him fairly enough, as did Simon even if he did get a little too close for Hibiya's liking.

And he was now coming upon the shop. Thankfully, it did not seem that Simon was in front of the store handing out fliers today... That meant that he must be out on an errand or so. He could be left in peace..

And now, to acquire his ootoro..

I LOVE their ENDLESS worshipping~

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Yawning, the young raven dragged himself down the stairs. It was still early in the day, not exactly morning, but not much later than noon. Psyche was used to sleeping in late into the day. With a pout, he walked into his kitchen, confused at why there was no delicious scent of baked goods wafting in the air.

Shuffling into the hall where all the bedrooms were connected, he peeked into Tsukishima's room. The bed was made neatly, everything was dusted, and the blonde was no where in sight. He scrambled over to his eldest cousin's room and saw that his room was also empty.

Oh yeah, Tsuki and Roppi said they were going to go out that day. Psyche was giddy at the thought of them finally going on a date - even if it wasn't a "date", per say.

He struggled to make himself a breakfast...lunch...brunch. Whatever it was, he ended up with burnt toast, and not so appetizing pancakes. This was exactly why he liked when Tsuki or Tsugaru were home. They could actually cook! He tossed out his scraps and settled for a sugary bowl of cereal, instantly satisfying his sweet tooth and settling his empty stomach.

That's when he noticed that there was another person missing from the house. The only person who remains home.

"Hibi-chan?"

He called out as he roamed the house, looking for his baby cousin. He slowly started to panic when he realized that the prince was no where to be found. He wasn't in his room, or in the den. He wasn't out with Alfred in the garden, and he knew that Delic didn't come to pick him up. Delic always left a note.

In a frazzled hurry, Psyche bounded up the stairs to his room and slid himself out of Tsugaru's extra kimono - taking time to gingerly fold it and place it in the spot where his lover slept - before getting dressed in his normal white attire. He scrawled a quick note for whoever came home first, and ran out the door, locking it behind him.

He sprinted into the heart of Ikebukuro, ignoring the burn in his lungs. He had no time to waste sitting around and resting. He had to find the prince!

♔ Prince Hibiya Orihara ♔
"One hardly saves a world without ruling it."
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It was not until Hibiya had arrived almost to the doors of the restaurant that he realized he did not know if he had the necessary funds to gain his ootoro. Such things as grabbing his wallet when he left his room had escaped him in his pure need to get out of the house and get some fresh air besides that his garden offered. Now, it was time to search for his wallet and hope that he had grabbed it subconsciously.

Patting down his tunic to the pockets inside, he felt no reassuring bump of his wallet or any denomination of cash on his person. There was nothing. It was probably sitting on his dresser still, collecting dust. Hibiya could not allow himself to groan aloud, for that would alert the common masses to his problem. He needed to be much more princelike about this and devise a new plan without alerting anyone to the lacking of funds. Internally, however, he was hitting himself for being so thoughtless as to leave it at home and not bring any method of paying for himself. He could not secure his ootoro this way!

The plan flashed in his mind only seconds later.

Surely some of the peasants in the area would be more than willing to buy their prince his ootoro. They could gain themselves favor and make the prince indebted to offer them a favor in return. Who could possibly deny themselves such a luxury?

"Greetings Peasant! I, your Prince, require funds to buy myself sustenance! Would you be kind enough to supply them fo--" the first passerby didn't even bother to look at him as he tried to convince them of the need to buy him food. He scowled, golden eyes flashing as he settled on his next target.

"Hello there, Sir--" This time the man gave him a roll of the eyes in response, muttering something before heading off and leaving the prince to his own devices.

Hibiya, on the other hand, was only getting more frustrated. Golden eyes flashing dangerously now, set in their determination to find some soul who would bestow him with the funds for sustenance.

"Peasants! I demand aid now! Commoners should know to come to their prince's beck and call!" His voice rose in volume and level of annoyance as his foot stomped down, boot creating a 'click' against the pavement.

And still no one stopped.

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Running non stop for who knows how long, Psyche finally stumbled to a halt in the middle of the city. He panted heavily and gasped for breath as he looked around the busy streets for that familiar crown. He rubbed his eyes and squinted to try and see farther, but with no luck.

He walked as fast as his legs could take him, since they refused to run another step, and asked various bystanders if they saw a young man wearing a prince costume. No one said they recognized the description, but would look out for him.

Psyche was starting to get nervous. If he couldn't find Hibiya, Delic would kill him! What if the prince got lost? Or worse, mugged! If he got hurt some how...

He shook his head, forcing those thoughts out of his head, and yelled at his legs to move him forward. He jogged at a painful pace, his legs burning as they wanted to rest. His throat was parched, and his lungs ached. He cried out Hibiya's name, hoping that he would hear Psyche calling for him.

Out of the corner of his eye, he saw the glimmer of gold. The familiar sound of an upset prince caught his ear, and Psyche burst into a run toward Hibiya.

Hibi-chan!!

Before the young prince could cause much more of a commotion, he grabbed his cousin by the arm and spun him around into a hug.

"Oh, Hibi-chan! I was so worried!"

He turned around to face the few people who stared and smiled widely,

"Oh, don't mind him! A bit bonkers at times! But it's ok now!"

He held Hibiya's hand tightly and dragged him into Russia Sushi, telling him that 'everything was better now' and that he 'shouldn't run off again'.

♔ Prince Hibiya Orihara ♔
"One hardly saves a world without ruling it."
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Hibiya was becoming more and more annoyed and distraught at the lack of response from the public to his needs and demands. They either passed by without looking or gawked at him like he was insane! Did they not recognize royalty when they saw it? They should be pushing each other over in eagerness to serve their prince and the one who would one day be in charge of the lot of them.

"Stupid. Filthy. Common peasants," he hissed under his breath, scowling at the whole lot of them who were passing by or staring at him. They were utterly useless, the lot of them!

He had turned away from the direction the other raven was coming from mere moments before the raven showed up. He let out a squeak, thrashing against the hand that held him, spinning him around rather unceremoniously before hugging him. It was only in this instant that he knew who it was, and that it could be no other. Only a few people would be so audacious as to do this to him! And they were far too short to be Delic...

"Psyche-san! What do you think you are doing! This is.. highly inappropriate!" he snapped, not in the mood to be coddled and hugged by his cousin. He pulled against the raven, trying to separate himself from the other who was now tugging on his hand and directing him into Russia Sushi. And why was he telling such lies to the peasants gawking at them?

"Do not tell them such lies! There is no reason for them to gawk1 They should have been aiding me!"he quipped, nearly snarling as he fought against Psyche's hold on him. He did not appreciate being treated like a child, and unless Psyche planned on buying him lunch there was no reason to head into the sushi restaurant. He continued to protest, squawking at his cousin to let him go.

"I do not need to be treated like a child, Psyche-san. I am an adult, and can care for myself. It is not my fault the peasants are so disagreeable," he growled as he was dragged in... Things were so unfair when people treated you like a baby.

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Psyche pulled against his writhing cousin, forcing him into the restaurant. He tightly held onto his cape as if it were the scruff of a cat, and covered the prince's mouth with his hand. The elder cousin hated doing this, but it really was the only way to make Hibiya shut up when he was in this type of rampage. Other than grovel. But he was trying hard not to make them look like fools.

"Pardon me, Hibi-chan. I'm only doing this because you're going to cause a scene."

He ignored Hibiya's muffled yells, and hushed him as a waiter he had never met before led them to a table near the back.

Psyche had trouble getting the squirming prince into a seat, and decided to sit across from him. He quickly ordered a water for them as he got comfortable. He sighed, feeling Hibi's golden eyes glaring daggers at him. Once they were sitting down, he let go of of Hibiya's mouth and cape, and folded his hands in his lap; he was prepared for the onslaught of curses that would soon burst.

In my crown, I am KING

Hibiya continued to fight as Psyche pulled him into the restaurant, struggling against the hold the other raven had on him. But the strings of his cape were cutting into his neck, causing the yanking to be painful and forcing him to follow along with his cousin. No, he would not stop fighting. Even a prince had to go through pain at times to escape things that threatened to take away their freedom and rights to rule. Even if that thing was his cousin.

The thought of biting the hand currently clasped over his mouth came to mind as Psyche was forcing him into a seat in a booth after following some waiter. Causing a scene? Why would Psyche even suggest such a thing?! He was being entirely unreasonable carrying him around like this and treating him as if he needed to be muzzled!

"That was highly inappropriate of you, Psyche-san! You should never think to treat a prince with such roughness, or presume that you know what is best."

Hibiya was fuming, golden eyes furious as they watched the other across from him. Anger and frustration were welled up inside of him to the point of brimming over. Such an affront to his dignity! It was so horrid and unimaginable!

"It was so undignified! I was merely following custom and trying to find a way to finance my meal! There was no reason to try and drag me away in such a fashion, so unbefitting of royalty. And I still do not know how this meal will be financed and now it will be horrid and embarrassing when the waiter comes and there is no way to pay."

He didn't even think to ask Psyche if he had any money. He assumed that they were doomed, far too upset with the other for such a thing. He wasn't willing to let it go that easily. Not when he had been affronted so!

I LOVE their ENDLESS worshipping~

♫ ♪ _ps ^yc _he ^de _li ^c . _dr ^ea _me ^r ♪ ♫

Psyche hung his head, a small frown on his face. Although Hibiya was younger, he held such an authoritative demeanor, he couldn't help but feel like he was in trouble. He twiddled his thumbs together, letting the prince rant and rave before he looked back up at him to speak.

"B-but Hibi-chan! I was only doing it because...well...

Psyche paused for a moment, knowing that he had to word his sentence carefully to not upset Hibiya. IF he said something wrong, the prince would surely storm out of the restaurant.

"...people now a days are rude, regardless of how royal. And I didn't want you to get in a fight with a gang member! You could have gotten really hurt!

Nice save, Psyche. Roll with it.

"S-so I only did all that to protect you!"

He stammered a bit, murmuring a quick thank you to the waiter who brought them back their drinks and asked what they would like to order. Psyche dismissed himself, saying he wasn't hungry. He turned back to Hibiya and smiled,

"What would you like to have, Hibi-chan? It's my treat!"

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A Most Pressing Quest [Hibiya, Psyche, Delic] Delic-2

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The underworld…was getting boring…

For one who had worked so hard to get to where he is it can come as a bit of a surprise that Heiwajima Delic is capable of feeling almost lackluster about his position in Tokyo. However, there was no denying the truth of the way the blond felt as he stared at the faceless women that filed into his booth day in and day out. At first the blond had presumed he was having some off days since, after all, even the best have times where they are just tired of the usual. And, despite just how unusual his job really was, Delic was finding it quite repetitive. The lines he had once spent days coming up with to make the women swoon at the beginnings of his hosting career were now unexciting, expected, and empty words in which the blond could feel no pride over. They were droll, pointless, and in the end helped him to get nowhere. For once you reached the top there was no more ladder’s to ascend and with no direction Delic began to fall into what could be called a form of depression that was battled in the only way he knew how.

“Leaving so soon?”

The females voice was interrupted by the drag of her cigarette, tanned body spread seductively across the bed in which she was strewn upon. “Missing me already?” The comment made the woman smirk in reply even if it held no special meaning for the host as he shrugged a pink pinstripe shirt back upon his body. “I wouldn’t have to if you came back to bed.” The offer was tempting, the foreigner one of the better women that the blond had managed to coax into bed with him recently. However if there was one thing Delic prided himself on it was the ability to find someone new to sleep with every time he felt the itch to. “Already dressed, babe.” A white jacket soon followed the pristine shirt, his tie still undone as the blond bent over his afternoon lover. “I will see you tomorrow, Higa-san.” The client smiled, clearly content with seeing her favorite host again enough to not complain as Delic left her to call her husband in order to check in.

Upon his exiting the seedy apartment a pink cigarette found its way to Delic’s parted lips. Lighting the cancerous stick, the host took a satisfactory drag off of it as he began his leisurely stroll through the district of Ikebukuro. Today he had nowhere to be, Higa-san being the last client scheduled for today. Though of course that didn’t necessarily mean Delic had the day off. On the contrary, such a blessing was relatively unknown to the host. Not that he minded, after all, hosting was in his very being, the whole point to his life. It wasn’t something that he could just turn off. Every smile, every languid movement of his body was only evidence of the host within that would never leave even if requested.

Tokyo’s number one host hadn’t had a day off in years.

Lips tightening upon the pink stick, Delic withdrew a cell phone from his pocket. Scrolling through endless booty call texts a frown graced his otherwise excited face.

For the one that he had longed to hear from still had not messaged him that day.

And it was unsettling.

This feeling of needing someone to talk to him was not one that Delic was used to. It frightened him in ways once unknown. Hell, the very thought of this dependency that worsened with each moment spent with the raven haired prince caused Delic’s heart to hammer against his ribs in a strange mixture of excitement and fear. All of his senses screamed in reaction, muscles twitching to run and find salvation in the safety of his everyday. But his days were no longer what they once were. Fuck, his nights werent even what they used to be.

A few women every couple of weeks was not something that the great host was used to.

And yet that was the pattern he had fallen into ever since his one-time lover introduced him to that devil of a royal.

“Was that crown real?”

“Who wears clothes like that in public?”

“He looked like that informant- must be as mental as him”

“Excuse me~”

Delic’s musical lilt of a voice interrupted the gossiping females, their make up heavier than a clowns as pursed lips turned to face the host. “Forgive me, but I could not help overhearing…” Delic’s smile was reassuring, as bright as the sun itself as he coaxed the rest of the story out of the strangely dressed trio. They were quite more than willing once they got over the initial intimidation of the blonds physical similarities to the incarnate of violence Shizuo. After that it was a matter of simply listening to their gossip before making his brisk way towards the Russia sushi restaurant where a bizarrely dressed raven haired male was last seen demanding people for their money like a homeless person.

Stubbing his cigarette out against a nearby wall the blond walked into the sushi restaurant with the familiar ease of one who was used to being overdressed in most of the facilities he visited. “- And I still do not know how this meal will be financed and now it will be horrid and embarrassing when the waiter comes and there is no way to pay.” The sound of a voice already becoming as familiar to Delic as his own echoed throughout the restaurant with an authoritative and almost angry tone. Pausing just long enough to pop a Listerine strip into his mouth (given the prince’s constant bitching about his cigarette breath) and to wave at Denis’ greeting Delic made his way towards the two doppelgangers sitting within one of the booths.

“ What would you like to have, Hibi-chan? It's my treat!”

“Ootoro”

Without any warning Delic suddenly appeared beside the waiter, back arching so that he could place a hand upon the seat of the booth. “The best you have, on me Psyche-chan~” His grin pulled up on one side of his mouth as pink eyes drifted across Hibiya’s body despite speaking to Psyche before darting back to the waiter. “And some tea perhaps.” The waiter nodded, not bothering to jot the order down as he turned to go tell Denis.

“You sure know how to make your presence known wherever you go, don’t you Hibiya?” The lack of a honorific stood out as Delic slid into the booth beside Hibiya, effectively trapping the raven before magenta eyes jumped towards Psyche’s fuchsia orbs. “No hello?” An expression of hurt passed over Delic’s face as though Psyche had stabbed his heart for having not jumped out of his seat to fling his arms around the host. “And why no replies? I told you if you don’t reply to the texts I send Hibiya I might start thinking you don’t want anything to do with me.”

As Delic settled into his seat his arm slid behind Hibiya, relaxing upon the back of the booth while playful eyes sparkled, the hunt beginning anew.

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