The Bitter Cake

Pairing: Delic X Hibiya (This means that it is a Male X Male story.)

Anime: Durarara!

Rating: Starts off as K, goes to an on-off-on-off pattern of K to T, will end up M

Genre: Fantasy and adventure all because of the romance ;] Quite a fairy tale, honestly ^^;

NOTE: Please use thy full imagination for the best of effects! XD Also, if you can, imagine me narrating this~ Because I wrote it down as if I was narrating some fairy tale. I'm quite a story-teller and my accent and voice is just attractive LOL Oh, I used British English so if you noticed something "weird" in my spelling, it's just because you might be used to the common American English spelling. Come to think of it, fairy tales and magic and all that sort emanates from England. [:

Summary: Hibiya always dreamed to be a prince and rule a kingdom. And all Delic ever wanted was to be his slave. Before their dreams come true, a war broke out in the country and separated the master and the slave at a young age. After a few years, the blond musician discovers that his prince is alive and ruling a distant country. Delic embarks on a thrilling journey to seek out his only master and faithfully be his slave, his friend, his lover.

Inspiration: "Anything for You" by Ludo; it's a song in Delic's POV. Here's a link to the song (minus the spaces) : http:/ / artists. letssingit. com / ludo-lyrics-anything-for-you-gc28vfn

Chapter 1 – Another Day for Our Normal Game

The green meadows stretched out as far as your eyes could see. Sprinkled all over the wide field were various colours that sprouted from the flowers. The tall grass bent lowly as the warm breeze greeted them. However, some grass in the middle of the vast field did not stoop down from the blowing breeze. They were parted to make way for a boy. He proudly stood among the green stalks that reached up to his chest and let his dark hair dance in the light gust of wind. He walked through the sea of green and carefully pushed the grass with his left hand while the other hand clutched a basket. The white-woven basket almost burst out with yellow and pink flowers, his prince's favourite colours.

Soon, the grass that surrounded the child brushed up to his hips only. Later, it shrunk and ticked his bare knees. Finally, to simply put it, it was so short that he was merely stepping on the green that did not even reach up to his slippers. When the grass had turned up that short, his pink eyes looked at his path now.

The flower-dotted meadows, the fresh air, the clear blue sky and the beaming hot sun were all behind him. What he faced currently were large trees adjacent to each other, the squawking bird noises, chirping crickets and hissing snakes, a stony path that would be uncomfortable to take and the dark that surely won't guide you. But the boy's eyes neither held fear nor uncertainty – it gleamed with excitement and joy.

His slippers began to tread on the bumpy road. The darkness swallowed him whole and he disappeared behind the tall trees and the sounds of the forest.

~**The Bitter Cake**~

The heart of the woods was the safest place to be when you're lost in this forest. The reason is because it was close to the village. From there, you could hear the busy noises, playful shouts, a little music and smell the food being meticulously prepared. Even if one cannot see the tiny village, its presence could be felt and the peacefulness that emanated from it radiated out in a kind, alluring and sensitive spirit.

Which is why this boy with the white basket left his friend there.

Besides, they actually have a tree house in that safe spot. The tree that held their wooden shackle had a heart carved on its bark with the equation D+H= inside of the heart. Once the boy with pink eyes had found this particular tree, he knocked on the rough trunk.

"You may entre." The voice came out from the tree, sounding very superior.

The boy pressed a hand on the engraved heart. With the gentle touch, the heart was pushed back in and the trunk parted to the left, like a sliding door. A wooden staircase that wound its way up greeted him. He stepped inside and climbed up as he inhaled the scent of wood. This was a familiar scent with him because his father was a carpenter. Well, his father actually made all this for them. Ah, his heart suddenly swelled with pride to have Shizuo Heiwajima as a father.

The flight of steps ended and a black-painted throne, where a kid in an over-sized shirt, shorts, a pink towel tied on his neck and rain boots sat, faced him. The boy knelt down a knee before the child on the chair too huge for his small self.

"My Prince Hibiya," he huffed out with respect.

The so-called prince extended his gloved hand at the kid who bowed down before him. "Greetings, Delic, my awesome slave." He returned his usual reply. The one called Delic took the gloved hand in his. He let his lips touch the white surface with his eyes closed. Next, he pushed Hibiya's bangs away before he planted a kiss on his forehead, still with his eyes closed. This was their little ritual every time they met and the prince told him to close his eyes while at it. The taller boy was meek to comply. Delic did only once to stealthily dare to peek as he pressed his lips to his soft hand. He couldn't believe Hibiya's cheeks puff out a glowing red. Was his prince embarrassed to show him flush like that? Aww, but you look adorable, my Hibiya, he always thought. The image of his prince blushing was never forgotten by the brown-haired boy.

"Delic, did you get the flowers?" Hibiya spoke with authority even if he was the shorter and younger one of the boys. His princely attitude surfaced now, making their game far too real. Neither Delic nor Hibiya minded the fact that their game was about to barge and break the thin line of their reality. They actually wanted their silly dream of becoming a prince and a slave to come true.

"A basket of them, my prince." He said and picked up the white basket to flash them in Hibiya's presence.

"They're beautiful!" The prince exclaimed as the yellows and pinks greeted him. He smiled back at it, loving the sight of the colours alone.

"Yes," Delic agreed. "Now, your command?"

"I'd like you to make me a crown using those."

The boy, who still had a knee on the wooden floor, took a handful of flowers and began his work. This was a simple task since he was just as crafty as his father. He sat and began to intertwine the stems, slowly forming a ring of flowers. Soon, the prince's flower crown was created in just five minutes. The servant then took the honour of putting the symbol of royalty on top of Hibiya's messy black hair. He bowed to the shorter kid with a smile.

"Any more commands?"

The prince thought for a while before he cried out with joy, "Take me home!"

Delic ran a hand through his brown locks and fixed his wrinkled white shirt. He extended his hand towards the prince and Hibiya grabbed it tenderly. The shorter kid stood up from his throne and was escorted down the stairs and out of the tree house.

The smell of freshly baked bread filtered in the boys' noses.

"Mmm... Daddy's cooking surely smells good!" Hibiya said as he greedily smacked his lips. "Okay, Delic, that's the end of our game today. I want to race you to the central square! Ready? Go!" His rain boots crunched beneath him as he ran on his signal. Delic was too surprised but his body reacted quickly, running towards their destination. Laughter permeated from their wide open mouths, mingling with the other sounds created in their village. Their laughter was brokenly replaced by their heavy panting when the boys reached the central square.

"I..." Hibiya heavily puffed. "I won."

"What the hell?" Delic stopped gasping and shouted at the short kid. His mannerisms were just exactly like Shizuo's just as Hibiya's characteristics were exactly like Izaya's. Their fathers were complete opposites that were sworn enemies from the moment they met but their sons were great friends.

"You idiotic servant, of course I should win. I'm a prince." The kid with the pink towel retorted.

"But you just said that game was over for today. No fair, my prince. I think I need a reward for playing with you. It gets boring in my part, you know. I hate mundane stuff and yet I..." His pink globes looked up to the dimming skies as if it showed him any answer. "Yet I... I always end up playing and being with you."

"Aww, slave, I can't remember the last time you were this sweet. Frankly, I hate sweet stuffs but when it comes to you, I don't think I can contain myself to not be happy. Especially when you're glowing as pink as your eyes."

With the last comment, Delic slapped his face to cover his flushing face. His prince giggled at his embarrassment.

The sun slowly dropped from the sky and let the moon take over the blackened skies. The warm breeze was now replaced by a cool howling gust. The vast dark Heavens were sprinkled with those twinkling stars. Hibiya and Delic stood there at the central square, relaxed at the normal yet beautiful sight. Then they turned their heads up to each other. Wordlessly, they stared down at their hands which were intertwined to each other. They were both amazed to see their fingers coiled around one another's with plans of not letting go. They smiled inwardly and hid a blush at the same time before slowly leaving the other hand to the cool blowing air.

"See you tomorrow." Hibiya turned around, the pink towel trailed behind him like a real cape.

"Definitely, my prince." Delic said calmly even if his heart was banging loudly inside his system. He looked down on his own hand as if it changed. Maybe it just felt weird to hold him. Or did it feel weird to not be holding him anymore? His pink irises trailed to the black-haired kid walking ahead of him.

"Prince Hibiya!" He abruptly shouted, giving him attention. He caught up to the kid with the royal attitude. He reached out for his head.

"Delic? Do not surprise me with your weird actions!" The kid snapped at the taller boy.

"Do not go home with this in your head." He said sternly and ignored Hibiya's normal act of being majestic. "Please, my prince. Your father would get mad at me. If not at me, then at my Papa. You know how they could get, right? Plus, people would tease you that you're gay, my prince. It's all pink and yellow and flowers!"

The concern in his voice melted Hibiya's heart in a good way. The way his tall servant clutched on his crown of flowers showed so much that he cared of the future and would like to stay away from commotions. Yes, Delic was a man who hated violence and wasn't a hypocrite with that – unlike his father who was always out of control.

"If I told my father it came from you, I don't think he'll be mad. He likes you. You aren't made of the same material as your dad. He says you're softer, kinder, cuter, and a long list he wanted his lover to be. Whoops! I said too much! Now give me that back, slave!" His small hands reached out to grab his flowery crown but wasn't lucky. His slave towered over him and didn't give any effort to raise the crown out of his reach.

"My dad says he likes you, too." He suddenly blurted. He looked up at all the stars he could see before he continued. "He mentioned that you are way cuter to even be Izaya's son. And that you're polite and always smiling a real grin rather than smirking a mysterious one. I think you're fricken adorable when you blush every time I kiss your hand and forehead. And that you're..." His voice trailed away and he didn't finish his last sentence. When he looked down on him, despite the dim ambiance, he could tell that this kid really was blushing. Hibiya's face suddenly turned into that cute blush he was just talking about. Delic was too busy admiring his tomato-red face. He didn't understand why his heart thumped in a raging rhythm as he looked at those puffy red cheeks.

"Give me that!" Hibiya snapped a bit sharper than what he had intended as he snatched his flowery tiara. He turned tail and ran away, his boots thumped against the cobblestoned flooring and his pink cape flowing behind him.

"Tomorrow again, Prince Hibiya!" He dared to shout back at him. He turned his body the other way around and began to walk his own way home. He only got to take seven steps away from the central square when he heard a faint reply that punched through the village's clamour and land on his ears.

"Of course, my awesome slave!"