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The next morning, even China heard the shouts coming from the Phantomhive mansion. They went a little something like this:

"- -"

"Shizu-chan, I didn't know you liked to cuddle~!" Izaya managed to say while the two men tumbled down the long staircase.

"Shut the hell up, flea. I do NOT. You were all over me, if you hadn't noticed before. And keep it down, you moron! If somebody hears that and sees this they'll think-" He paused. "Eeeegh, I don't even want to go there."

He shuddered at the thought. He especially did not want Sebas-chan or whatever his name was anyway to see this. No. Nobody was going to see this. Nobody. He scrambled to his feet and rushed off towards somewhere where he could find something sharp and serrated to get these damned handcuffs off. Izaya was not expecting this, and was dragged for a few feet before managing to catch up to Shizuo.

"Uun, Shizu-chan~ I never thought you would be so forceful." Izaya whispered into the blond man's ear cheerfully. "If you really wanted to get me alone, all you had to do was ask!" The informant enjoyed these little strolls with his delightful Shizu-chan (though they usually ended up hurting a fair bit more than Izaya liked if he was being completely truthful). He was enjoying this moment so much that he could hardly contain himself. A) He and Shizu-chan were handcuffed, which was sure to be getting on the bartender's nerves, and B) Shizu-chan was totally blushing even if he wasn't. He was blushing in his head. And on his face.

Yeah.

The only thing that could make this more perfect would be-

"SEBASTIAAAAAAAAN~!"

All of a sudden, what seemed like a red blur appeared out of absolutely nowhere and glomptackled Izaya, who was caught off guard by this entire situation and fell, nearly taking Shizuo with staggered from the sudden impact, and whipped around to look at the stupid, clumsy flea.

"What the hell was that? What do you think you're-" He stopped when he saw what had knocked Izaya over. Whatever it was, it seemed to think he was that butler dude or something, and it apparently looooooooooved the butler guy because it was all over the flea.

The man that seemed to be a walking splash of red paint was snuggled up to Izaya and was rubbing his head against his chest much like a cat would. It was weird to see someone other than the flea doing that to someone.

"Hello there strange man!" Izaya started off cheerfully, petting the top of his head a bit. "I think that you have me mixed up with the other red-eyed pretty man."

The red-haired man sat up immediately. "Oh, you're not Sebastian... Oh well, I can make an exception!" He shouted cheerfully, and nuzzled up against Izaya once more. Shizuo gave the man a death glare to end all death glares.

"Excuse me, but I was a little busy before you interfered with my plan to get this wretched thing off of my god damned arm." He hissed at the man, still glaring. "And if you would get off of Izaya and leave us the hell alone, I won't break your face. Alright?"

The bespectacled man hadn't even noticed that blonde guy, and he certainly hadn't noticed that the two were, in fact, handcuffed together. A slight, shark-toothed smile crossed his face.

"Oh, I see~ It looks like you guys had a little too much fun, am I right~?" He chuckled. 'Pff, I suuuure remember the first time I lost the keys, let me tell you~! Now that was a wild ni-" Unfortunately, the man could not continue with his story because he appeared to have a fist in his face.

The man flew back a few feet, and bounced a couple of times before finally skidding to a stop. Izaya had a pleasant look on his face as he pushed himself up from the floor. "Now, now Shizu-chan. He was just getting to the best part of the story!" He said with a little bit of disappointment. He was examining the red man twitching on the floor with an amused look on his face, when suddenly a man with very baggy pants came stumble-running into the room.

"GRELL, GET UP MAN." The man said as he pulled his companion to his feet. He dusted the snivelling man off a bit before turning to Shizuo and Izaya. He started when he recognized Izaya, who just grinned at the familiar face. "G-grell, come on, let's ditch this place." He said, staring Izaya down before zooming out of the room, dragging Grell with him.

Izaya chuckled. "Ah, good times..." He sighed happily before speaking again. "Well! Now that that's done, let's go see how Ciel is doing~!"

Shizuo was still trying to figure out what the hell Hiroshi was doing here and why exactly he was hanging around that dude when he realized that Izaya was dragging him back towards the main hall.

"Hey! Wait a minute, idiot! We've still got to get these cuffs off before you go peoplewatching, or else they'll all think the exact same thing as that Grell guy, and, let me tell you, I don't want that." He made sure to put extra emphasis on the last statement, including a threatening stare for added effect. Izaya ignored him, and kept walking.

"Oh, don't worry about it, Shizu-chan~ This'll be fun! We can do boring things like that later."

Shizuo was about to start strangling him, but Izaya decided to occupy his hands a little. He swung his arms back and forth, and with their fancy handcuffs, Shizuo started arm-dancing too. He had a look of pure fury on his face until the walked through the door of Ciel's room, and something magical occurred. There was some type of chemical change within Shizuo. His face relaxed, and desire was written on his sparkling desu desu face.

Tiny hats.

Tiny hats everywhere, as far as the eye could eye.

And in the middle. The mecca of all tiny hats.

The tiniest hat of all.

And it was on Ciel's head.

Shizuo creeped up to Ciel, Izaya following with an excited expression. "U-um... that hat..." The blond man stuttered, pointing a shaking finger at the midnight blue hat on the boy's head. "Would you mind if I, uh... t-tried it on...?"

Ciel did not particularly like this situation, but, since he was bored as hell and kind of wanted cake, he got a brilliant idea that would probably make that guy shut up and stop ogling his lovely tiny hat.

"Well, if you want to try the hat on, you'll have to win a contest against Sebastian. Are you up for that?"

"Easy. What kind of contest?"

"Whoever makes me the best cake wins and gets to try on the hat." He grinned. Nobody could possibly best Sebastian at making cake or any other type of food, for that matter. Sebastian was the best at everything, and this guy would certainly lose against him. Because of that fact, Ciel would not have to share his hat with anybody, and he would get two cakes out of the whole thing. This was a great plan, indeed.

Shizuo knew full well that he was not good at baking. In fact, the last thing he had tried to bake had ended up growing tentacles and a functioning brain, and crawled out of the oven before being smashed with a broom.

Izaya saw Shizuo's troubled expression, and an idea came to him. His showdown with Sebastian had just been a matter of time, anyhow... He cleared his throat. "Seeing as we are currently linked," Izaya shook his hand that was handcuffed to Shizuo's, "I could hypothetically participate in this competition, yes?" He asked with a slight grin.

Ciel made a weird face, but shrugged. "Sure?" Izaya did a mini-fistpump.

"COME NOW, SHIZU-CHAN. IT'S TIME." Izaya said, eyes burning with excitement. He pulled the blond behind him and out of the room and quickly made his way to the staircase. "SEBAS-CHAN~ I have a challenge for you!" He called out, figuring the super-butler would hear him.

Shizuo was a bit uneasy over Izaya's enthusiasm. Anything that made the flea this excited would only give him a headache. What could his angle be...? Shizuo couldn't come up with anything; in fact, it almost seemed like Izaya was just doing this to be ni- no. No. The flea was NOT nice. He never did anything out of the 'kindness of his heart', because the guy didn't have a heart. Shizuo was still contemplating Izaya's reasons when Sebas-chan met them halfway on the stairs.

"A challenge, you say? May I ask what kind of challenge?" The butler asked kindly.

"Me versus you, whoever makes the best cake wins. Winner gets to try on a tiny hat. Are you gonna get in on this, or am I going to be competing against myself?" Sebas-chan started to answer, but promptly noticed the fact that they were handcuffed together. This was all oddly hilarious to him.

"I see you two enjoyed your accomodations, then?" He said with a sweet smile.

This was the exact opposite of what Shizuo wanted to happen. Sebas-chan was not supposed to see this, and if the flea hadn't insisted on going up here because he loves humans so goddamn much, then none of this would have happened and AAAAARGH THAT IDIOT. Shizuo picked up the nearest vase, and whacked Izaya across the face with it.

"I told you they'd see this but APPARENTLY you don't listen, you moron!"

Somehow, the vase didn't shatter. Izaya grabbed the vase away from Shizuo and put it back on the floor. "Shizu-chan! You wound me! Who's the one here who's going to make a cake for you out of the sheer goodness of his heart?" Izaya asked, trying to ignore his throbbing head. He sighed and tsk'd. "Whatta way to thank your tiny-hat-savior..."

Izaya gave one final sigh, and rolled his eyes in Sebas-chan's direction. He walked forward and cupped the tall man's ear and stage whispered into it. "You see the type of abuse I have to deal with on a daily basis? Maybe it's time for me to find someone better for me..." The informant finished with a sad sigh. He winked at the butler and gave his butt a friendly pat, and continued on his way to the kitchen with a smile on his face.

Sebastian just continued smiling. "Hmm... Interesting..." He said happily as he followed the bob of black hair. He glanced over to Shizuo, and gave a little smirk before speeding up so that he was walking next to Izaya, and gave the man's bum a little pinch. He glanced back at Shizuo and just chuckled with an arrogant smirk before letting his arm slide around Izaya's waist. His eyes never left Shizuo's, and the smirk never strayed from his lips.

If you took the fury of a thousand suns, multiplied that by the number of little particles in a large container of powdered iced tea raised to the fifth power, and then did a large number of complex mathematical equations focused mainly on increasing that number by ridiculous amounts, it still wouldn't even be close to the sheer amount of hatred that Shizuo now harbored for this weirdo who appeared to be molesting the flea for some weird reason. If anything, he now hated Sebas-chan even more than the flea, which he previously thought was impossible. As soon as this guy broke eye contact, Shizuo was more than ready to pick up the heaviest object possible and hammer this idiot into the ground with it. This guy would be a pancake wearing a suit by the end of this contest, and Shizuo would be wearing Ciel's tiny hat like a boss.

Yes.

That is exactly how it will go.

Sebas-chan would not be walking out of this contest without a full-body cast, and Shizuo would not be walking out without that amazing hat.

When they entered the kitchen, they found Shinra waiting for them with a fork and knife in his hands. "I heard there would be cake." He said with what could have been the most serious face that Sebastian had ever seen. Celty was sitting in the corner of the room, vase still on her stub of a neck.

Sebastian ignored the man in the lab coat, and went around the large room to get everything that they would need. When he had set up the counter accordingly, he waved Shizuo and Izaya over. He eyed the handcuffs again and addressed Izaya. "Say, want me to remove those handcuffs for you?"

Both black-haired men ignored Shizuo nodding his head so hard that it was in danger of falling off, and instead Izaya replied "Nah! For this to be a fair fight, I'd need a handicap anyway~" He said cheerfully, and started to whistle a pleasant tune while familiarizing himself with his supplies. Sebastian chuckled and turned around to do the same.

Shinra peeked over the counter and watched the two men. He then sprung up suddenly and announced with a voice much louder than it needed to be "ALRIGHTY. THIS WILL BE A ONE ROUND BATTLE. ONE CAKE. ONE WINNER. ONE TINY HAT. SEBASTIAN VERSUS IZAYA. MAY THE BEST MAN WIN. ON YOUR MARKS." He paused.

"GET SET."

Shizuo wanted to punch the guy for drawing this out.

"GOOOOOOOOOOOOO"

As soon as Shinra started to say "go", the two were already elbow-deep in baking supplies. The next hour was comprised of serious baking, measuring, and flour getting all over everything. That is, everything except Sebastian and Izaya. For some reason, they were absolutely flour-free by the end of the contest. On the other hand, Shizuo (and the rest of the kitchen) was absolutely covered in flour and was pretty irate at that fact. He was hoping he could just brush all of it off and leave it at that, maybe punch the flea and Sebas-chan in their faces for being annoying little morons.

Maybe with the handcuffs, he could make Izaya punch himself in the face for once.

Oh yes, that'd be entertaining.

But, no matter how entertaining that'd be, Shizuo wanted to be free of the flea more than he wanted to see that. He reached over to the counter calmly and grabbed the biggest butcher knife laying on the surface. He place their connected hands on the counter top, and with a blank face, brought the butcher knife down at the speed of light onto the tiny chain. Izaya let out a yelp unconciously and quickly drew his hand in and hugged it close to his chest while looking at Shizuo like he was insane.

"Dude, seriously?" He asked increduously, glad that he still had a hand.

"Shut up flea, and go play with your boyfriend." Shizuo said, picking up Izaya and tossing the man over to the butler.

Understandably, Izaya was a little shocked at being thrown without any prior warning, and flew through the air with all the grace of an angry cat who had just been launched out of a cannon. He did not particularly enjoy this.

Sebas-chan caught the flailing Izaya quite easily, and smiled.

"Oh, is it a game of catch you want? Of course." Izaya did not look particularly excited about this, especially when he was launched into the air yet again in Shizuo's general direction. The game continued for a few minutes without any errors, but once Ciel walked into the room to see what was the holdup on the cakes, Sebastian got distracted momentarily, which resulted in Izaya crashing right into him, and they both went right down while Shizuo laughed at them both.

"Ow..." Izaya moaned and held his head, which had just crashed head first (geddit it's goffick) onto the floor. Sebastian, on the other hand, wasn't so much hurt as he was annoyed. He stared at Shizuo until the blond looked over at him, and smirked, pointing at Izaya mouthing 'mine' over and over again. He knew he was getting somewhere when he saw the laughter leave the other guy's face. Forcing himself not to grin at his victory, Sebastian stood up and picked Izaya up off the floor. He swung the smaller man up into his arms and carried him bridal style to the other side of the kitchen where there was a chair. He set him down gently and patted him on the head. After this was taken care of, he walked over to the ovens to pull out the cakes, completely ignoring Shizuo and his rage.

Once again, Shizuo was seething. This was war, plain and simple. Maybe there was an easier way to constantly harass Sebas-chan without having to punch him in the face every five minutes, but it was taking a while for Shizuo to figure it out when suddenly, it hit him.

Baking.

It was almost too easy.

Since anything Shizuo put into an oven ended up being sentient and a possible danger to schoolgirls everywhere, there was definitely a way to get that to work in his favor. Finally, the tables would turn. Watch out, Sebas-chan, baked goods are coming to get you. He grinned, and dusted a bit of flour off of his hair.

Izaya had been watching the entire time, and the almost instantaneous change from enraged Shizuo to rapeface Shizuo seemed very unsettling to him. He had a terrible, lurking feeling that shit was about to go down, and not just the usual punching or heavy object throwing. No, this was something worse. Izaya sincerely hoped he didn't pick up the butcher knife again.

Ciel was becoming impatient with the situation. He tapped his foot angrily, and raised an eyebrow. "Sebastian. I have work I must do, please hurry it up with the cakes." Though this was indeed a lie, he hoped that Sebastian would just do as he said.

"Of course, Bocchan." Sebastian said, giving the young boy an apologetic smile. He took the two prepared cakes and cut pieces from them for Ciel to sample. The earl walked over to the counter and whipped his pocket fork out, and stared at the cakes hungrily. He would eat it all... It was all for him...

The cake.

He attacked the two pieces mercilessly, crumbs flying everywhere. Everyone in the room watched, unable to look away from the speed eating. Shinra was dying of jealousy in the background, but no one was paying too much attention to that.

In under a minute and a half, both slices were completely gone. Shizuo had paused his preparations for World War III, and watched apprehensively. His adam's apple bobbed up and down like one tiny breast as he gulped multiple times. Now was the moment that he had been waiting for his entire life. He stared holes through the boy while he considered his decision. Smacking his lips a few times, Ciel nodded his head. He pointed to the plate on the right.

"That cake was better." He turned and walked out of the room, bored with the situation.

The plate he had pointed to was Izaya's. The grin that spread across Shizuo's face was unstoppable. The tiny hat was his at last. He jumped over the counter and flipped Sebastian off in one swift motion, and ran over towards Izaya.

"How'd you do it, flea? I find it hard to believe that you beat him at his own game but hell, I can't believe I'm even saying this, nice job." Izaya smiled and winked.

'I'll tell you tonight, Shizu-chan~ I can't give away my secret in front of everybody, now can I?"

Speaking of the night, it was getting kind of late. It was almost nightfall, and today had certainly been another eventful day, to say the least. And plus, Shizuo was going to be veeeery busy building up his tricks. This plan was too good to go to waste. Yes. As soon as Izaya nodded off, Shizuo would slink back to the kitchen and put his clever solution into action. Of course, it wouldn't be easy to get there what with Sebas-chan prowling around.

Yes. This was the perfect plan, no doubt. That smug butler wasn't going to get away with trolling that hard, not on Shizuo's watch.

Everyone made their way back to their rooms without much trouble. Shinra tried to sneak a cake into his pants, but that situation was taken care of by a merciless smackdown from Celty. Izaya and Shizuo made a quick detour, though (Izaya followed Shizuo; it was not a mutally acknowledged walk). They headed towards Ciel's room, and knocked on the door. A "come in" sounded out, and the two Japanese men did just so.

"Alright pal, pay up." Shizuo said, holding his hand out expectantly.

Ciel stared at the hand as though it had just separated from the wrist, grown wings and a monocle, and did a jig while doing manly spins through the air.

"You know what I mean. We won the cake contest fair and square. Now hand over the damn hat!" Shizuo demanded, a bit impatient to get the hat on his head. His hair was quivering in anticipation.

Ciel handed over his prized hat reluctantly. "O-only a day." Shizuo was about to argue, but Ciel spoke over him. "One. Day. You are staying in my mansion. If you disagree with these terms, you can find somewhere else to sleep."

Shizuo could not argue with the facts. He took the hat from the small boy's hands reverently, and slowly raised it above his head. He lowered it down and down until finally...

Success.

It was one tiny step for Shizuo, and a huge leap for tiny hatkind. He reveled in the feeling for a long moment, feeling as though angels were singing in a heavenly choir behind him. He was about to begin his solo when Izaya interrupted his fantasy. "Hey, can we get going? I'm tired, and if I get back to the room before you, I'm locking you out."

Shizuo was more than slightly annoyed that the flea had interrupted such a special moment for him, but he didn't want to argue with Izaya when he was tired. He remembered exactly what happened the last time he decided to wake Izaya up, and it did not go well.

Especially the whole cuddling bit.

That was worse than any nightmare ever.

They left Ciel's room, and continued the walk to theirs. Shizuo was still quite curious as to how Izaya won anyway, and asked him no less than twice along the way. Each time, Izaya replied with a grin and repeated the exact same thing.

"Oh be patient, Shizu-chan~ Good things come to those who wait~"

Shizuo did not particularly like waiting. He would rather stand in the middle of a busy street instead of hang around with nothing to do, especially when he wanted to know something. When they finally reached the room, Shizuo remembered Izaya's promise to lock him out, and made sure he was the first in by shoving Izaya out of the way.

Izaya was annoyed at this, and decided to milk the situation a bit.

He crashed onto the floor and let out a little gasp. He curled up, and grasped at his ankle. "..." He repeated over and over, scrunching his face up in pain. "Dammit, Shizuo... What's up with you today? Throwing me around a - ouch - kitchen and now shoving me around? Stupid hat must've possessed - owwww - you or somethin'..." Izaya finished, allowing one tear to leak out of his eye for the sake of staying in character. Shizuo stared at him, and shook his head.

"Well, flea, you threatened to lock me out and you and that butler guy are getting kinda buddy-buddy. And you can get up off the floor, I'm sure your ankle is absolutely fine. I didn't push you nearly as hard as I could've."

"You're jealous of Sebas-chan? Well, I suppose jealousy is cute..." Izaya said, deciding to give up the act for the night. He started to stand up, but found that he couldn't. He collapsed back onto the floor. He laid there blinking for a moment, a genuine look of confusion slipping past his usual mask. "What the..." He attempted to stand up again, only to end up with the same result. He grasped at his foot again, wondering just how stupid a person had to be if they actually ended up getting hurt when they were just pretending to. He sighed through a grimace but stayed silent otherwise.

Shizuo watched this entire scene play out with a slightly amused expression. He was probably faking it. Yup. This guy could lie like no other, and Shizuo was absolutely sure that he could act, too. He tilted his head, still staring at the absolutely confused Izaya lying on the ground.

"Hey flea, need a hand there?" Knowing him, he'd accept, get picked up, do something stupid, run straight into the room, and lock Shizuo out, which was not a favorable outcome.

Izaya frowned. "Uh, nah. I think I'll just sleep out here tonight. This carpet's pretty comfortable." He said while staring at the wall opposite him. This was pathetic. No way was he letting Shizuo help him in this state. Nope. He'd rather not get a wink of sleep, to be completely honest.

"Don't be stupid, flea. Come on, damn it." Shizuo picked Izaya up nearly effortlessly, and dumped him rather unceremoniously on the bed. "Happy now?"

Izaya turned over onto his side so that Shizuo couldn't see his face. "Sure..." He was pissed at himself. Blushing like a little kid. Hopefully Shizuo would just leave the situation alone and go to sleep. He grabbed a pillow and covered his head with it and mumbled "good night" through the thing. Shizuo didn't hear it at all, and plonked down next to him with a sigh. It had been a long day, and it was going to be a long night of hellbaking.

"So, what the hell happened to your foot?" He said, not even looking over at Izaya.

Izaya pulled the pillow down and hugged it to his chest. He mumbled a string of unintelligible words under his breath. He would rather avoid telling Shizuo what actually happened if he could...

"What was that? Didn't quite hear you. You've got to speak up, unless I accidentally collapsed one of your lungs, too." Shizuo looked down at his vest. It was still pretty much white from the flour incident before. "Ah, damn. This crap will get everywhere. I bet that kid'll be pissed if I leave flour everywhere I go." He groaned. "As much as I dislike this, I've got no choice here, I guess." He unbuttoned his vest, and dumped it on the floor.

Izaya peeked over his shoulder at the blond. He would probably be ashamed to admit it later, but his heart did skip a beat at the sight of the man in the moonlight. His blush reignited, and he faced the wall again. "...I was being stupid. At first I was pretending, but I dunno... Stupid basically covers it." Izaya didn't want to spell it out. It was too embarrassing. He didn't want anyone to see him like this, let alone Shizu-chan. He'd probably hold this against him for the rest of his life.

"And stupid consists of?" Shizuo said absentmindedly as he continued getting the floured clothes on the floor.

"You know what stupid consists of. Don't make me spell it out." Izaya said, blush intensifying even further against his will. Izaya cursed his body ten times over; he shouldn't be reacting like this!

"Uh, no, I don't. There are a lot of different types of stupid, and they all consist of different things. I wouldn't know which type you were talking about."

Izaya sat up and turned to face Shizuo in one swift motion. "It's the same stupid that makes me play tricks on you all the time! The same stupid that makes up our entire relationship! You know the stupid, Shizuo. Don't act like you don't. I was irritated because you pushed me, so I decided that I wanted to make you feel bad, so I decided to pretend to hurt my ankle. And guess what? Me being the flipping genius that I am actually hurt myself!" Izaya's sat there for a minute after that, breathing heavily and staring indignantly into Shizuo's eyes. Then, after he realized what he had just said, turned beet red. He quickly laid down again, determined not to make eye contact again.

"Crap, you're as red as a freaking lobster. I-" Shizuo paused. A tremendous grin spread across his face.

"Oh, I see what it is. You like me, don't you, flea?"

Izaya opened his mouth automatically to respond with a 'no', but paused when he realized that his heart was thumping in his ears, and his stomach was clenching itself into knots. He thought for a minute before speaking up. "...And so what if I do?"

Shizuo's grin hadn't faltered for one second. "So what if I do too?"

How many times did that bastard intend to make his heart stop in one night? Izaya sat there for a few moments before turning over to lay on his back. "The stars look pretty tonight, huh?" He said calmly, staring at the ceiling. Without taking his eyes away from the ceiling, he reached out a hand and grabbed Shizuo's. He tried not to look over at the former bartender. He felt that if he looked over, something would change... And while he wouldn't deny change, he didn't want to be the one to break everything that had been built up prior to this point.

Izaya's hand was warm. It felt... nice. Shizuo stared at Izaya's unmoving profile, and chuckled a little. "Idiot. Ceilings don't have stars." He leaned over so that his face was hovering above Izaya's. Shizuo observed the changing emotions flying across the informant's face. Surprise, uneasiness, fear, and a few other things that Shizuo couldn't quite identify. Finally, his face decided to stop on fear.

"Shizuo... Wh-" Shizuo stopped his lips with his finger.

"Don't you know when to shut up?" The blond asked with a slight smile. He closed the distance between their faces and pressed his lips to Izaya's. Izaya started to respond after the initial shock, and soon he was propped up on his elbows, trying to close all the distance between them. After what seemed like hours, they parted, and felt each other's breath on their faces.

Izaya gave a faint chuckle. "You kind of suck." He said, the look in his eyes a lot softer than they would have been just a few hours prior.

Shizuo raised his eyebrows, and felt one corner of his lips rise by itself. "Oh, be quiet, flea." Their lips met again for just one kiss out of many that would occur that night.

AN: *faints*

This will be the new home for the long-misspelled-new-word. AS OF THIS CHAPTER, THE WORD IS:

Sexbeanflootfeleabeterrquees

STAY TUNED UNTIL NEXT TIME, DEAR READERS.