Title: Le Petit Prince
Rating: M
Pairing: Delic x Hibiya
Prompt from the Drrr Kink Meme: Hibiya was born late. Angst happens.

Disclaimer: I own none of these characters!

THIS STORY CONTAINS MALExMALE RELATIONSHIPS. You have been warned.


"You have got to be kidding me." Delic muttered as he glared down at the informant.

"Nope. You wanted a soulmate? I got you one. This is Hibiya. Say hello to Delic, Hibi-chan~"

Izaya grabbed the small plump arm of the baby and waved it at the young blond man standing before him. Izaya cooed at the child as he sat on his black cushioned swivel chair and the baby went 'gaah~' and smiled right back at the stormy-brewing blond.

"I asked for a soulmate. I didn't ask to be a babysitter." Delic slammed his fist onto the desk. It startled the baby who immediately started to cry.

"Now, now. That's not very nice. See? Now you made him cry." Izaya shrugged.

Psyche and Tsugaru who were watching this scene from the small conference area looked at each other with worried eyes. They both knew how much Delic had been looking forward for this moment.

"I'm eighteen, Izaya. And I am not pedo!" Delic yelled, ignoring the cries of the child that filled the room.

"Oh well then. Guess you'll have to wait huh?" Izaya's eyes slit into a cruel teasing smirk.


Once upon a time, in a concrete kingdom far, far away, there was a prophet who watched over the crowd. One day he grew bored just 'watching' and wanted to be a real god.

The 'prophet-who-wanted-to-be-a-god' then created a man of his image and his likeness. He told the man, "you shall be named Psyche, like the Lilith who was more beautiful than the goddess of love, Aphrodite herself. And all that is good and fruitful in this world will be yours."

But the 'man-of-his-image' was a failure. He cried all day and night that he was lonely and that he did not need anything. Instead he desired a partner.

The 'prophet-who-wanted-to-be-a-god' said, "It is not good for you to be alone. Let us create a suitable partner and a helper for your soul."

And thus the 'prophet-who-wanted-to-be-a-god' created a man of his enemy's image and his enemy's likeness.

All was good and well for awhile but it was still not right. Both the 'man-of-his-image' and the 'man-of–his-enemy's-image' were a failure who were perfectly satisfied with each other. But this was not according to the plan of the 'prophet-who-wanted-to-be-a-god.'

So he created another man. A man who had both aspect of the 'man-of-his-image' and the 'man-of–his-enemy's-image.' And thus he named this man…


"Delic! Where are you going?" Psyche shouted as Delic stormed out of the studio. He chased after him because everyone knew that only Psyche had the power to calm the man down.

"It's none of your business isn't it? Hope you have some fun times with nii-san~." Delic spit out those words and ran out.

Delic hated Tsugaru for being born earlier, his other self. Delic hated Izaya for creating him alone.

And Delic hated the world for twisting his destiny, losing whatever chance he could have had with Psyche, his other self.


And thus he named this man, 'the-man-who-searched-for-his-soulmate.'