Instincts

Chapter twelve

"ROPPI-SAN STOLE MY CROWN!!"

"NUH-UH. IT WAS PSYCHE!"

"PSYCHE I'M GOING TO KILL YOU, YOU PEASANT!"

"What the hell is going on out here? You're gonna wake up Mairu and Kururi."

Namie interrupted her sons' version of World War Two as she glared at the mess that was three boys fighting each other on the floor.

Someone was going to have a serious rug burn.

To be more precise, Psyche was being crushed by Hibiya and Roppi, who were sitting on top of him. Hibiya was the youngest, Roppi the eldest, and Psyche in between the two along with Izaya.

Although, they don't talk about him.

"If you three wake them up I'll kick all y'all out of this house right now. I already should've done it a long time ago."

Roppi got off of Psyche and shrugged. The tall male got his phone out of his pocket and typed something.

"Doesn't matter to me. Oh, and Tsuki is picking me up in about ten minutes."

"Where are you two going?"

"Movie."

Namie stared at her eldest son for a minute before she pieced the puzzle together.

"Okay, I'm calling bullshit on that one. You hate the movies because of the smell and you both don't like large groups of people. There's no way you can get me to believe you're going to a movie unless you're watching it at his house."

Roppi sighed; he was outwitted by his own mother. What a shame.

"I'm just going to go spend time with him, that's all."

"This late at night? If that doesn't sound like you're planning to fuck him I don't know what does. I don't care if you're gay, but until you move out I won't allow it."

The black haired male smirked. "That's why I'm going to his house."

Oh that did it alright.

"You have five minutes to go get all of your precious technological shit and give it to me before you're officially a hobo." Namie snapped, glaring daggers at Roppi with her arms tightly crossed.

"I'm like 26 so whatever." And with that the 'phantom' of the family dispersed back upstairs to his 'lair.'

Namie sighed. "Now. Psyche where is Hibiya's crown? I'm not buying another one of those suckers."

"I don't have it!"

"Yes you do!"

It took all but about five seconds for world war three to begin between the two.

Namie sighed again as she sat on the couch.

Why did she have to have so many kids? She would never know. The brunette loved each and every one of them but being a widow and a single parent could really stress a person out.

Without a single knock Delic Heiwajima ran through the door with Tsuki shyly following behind him.

"WHAT'S UP NAMIE?"

"Oh great, the drunk monkey has arrived." She snarled.

"Haha, you love me." The blonde laughed as Hibiya immediately stopped harassing Psyche and ran up and hugged him.

Tsuki looked around for his boyfriend.

"W-w-where's Roppi-san?"

"Oh, hi Tsuki. I didn't see you come in."

"M-most people d-don't."

Namie smiled sadly as she leaned back on the sofa. She would never say it out loud but she felt bad for Tsuki at times. "Roppi is upstairs. He might be in a bad mood so don't come crying to me if he snaps at you cuz I just warned ya."

Tsuki smiled and nodded. "T-thank you, ma'am."

Without another word Tsuki walked up the steps to Roppi's bedroom. He knocked softly on the door before it opened and was greeted with his boyfriend.

Roppi may be tall, but Tsuki was like a walking stick. He was as thin as a piece of paper and very very tall. If the blonde wasn't so fragile he would do great in basketball. But his bones broke easily due to his 'condition' and his asthma kept him away from sports.

"H-hi R-roppi!" He exclaimed happily, throwing his arms around his boyfriend. Roppi gladly wrapped his arms around the blonde and squeezed him in return.

"Mm, how's my baby boy doing?" Roppi purred to his lover, placing a chaste kiss on the blonde's cheek.

Tsuki blushed and nuzzled his face into the crook of Roppi's neck.

"I'm f-fine. W-what about you?"

"Could be better. I still hate humans and I'm still depressed."

Tsuki cringed slightly.

No matter how hard he tried he could never make Roppi happy or get Roppi to like people. He couldn't even get him to like humans just a little bit.

"Y-you don't hate me though, r-r-right?" The blonde asked the darker haired male.

Roppi looked up at Tsuki and frowned. "That's a stupid question. Of course I don't hate you; I love you."

"I l-love you too Roppi-san." The blonde smiled, a dark red blush painted on his cheeks. He leaned forward and captured Roppi's lips in a sweet kiss. The raven wrapped his arms around his tall lover and kissed back, sighing contently.

Tsukishima may be called stupid but when it came to his beloved boyfriend, he knew more about him than he knew himself. And the blonde knew that Roppi loved to be held and be given gentle kisses.

The raven could say he hated physical contact from humans all he wanted, but if he said he hated being touched by Tsuki then that would be the biggest lie ever told.

Downstairs, Delic was cradling a tired Hibiya, who had finally found his crown, as Namie relaxed on the couch, her eyes closed as she drifted slowly to sleep.

Psyche was still laying on the floor, eyes still a little teary due to the fact his brothers had been too rough and hurt his back.

The pink eyed male looked intently at the front door, hoping that his boyfriend would soon walk through it and embrace him. He sighed sadly, burying his face in his crossed arms. The raven eventually fell asleep.

At times Psyche would sit at the front door and hope that the government would knock and give back his long lost brother, Izaya. The pink eyed male missed his brother desperately.

By this point though, Izaya was probably dead.

They were supposed to bring him back five years ago.

They never came.

Psyche would still hope that Izaya would eventually be brought home. He would never lose hope like his other brothers and his mother. He would keep waiting and waiting no matter what.

A kimono clad blonde walked through the front door and smiled at the sight of Psyche fast asleep on the carpet in front of him. He kneeled down and picked the raven up bridal style. The blonde placed a soft kiss to Psyche's cheek and walked downstairs to the raven's room.

Carefully, he laid the sleeping male down and then crawled in next to him, wrapping his arms around the small raven and held him close.

"Goodnight Psyche."