Hi everyone! Sorry for it took so long, but I re started going to work and catching up leave me really tired. Also, I'm trying to finish this story before March 30, 'cos the new season of game of thrones starts and I'm also working on a BLEACH fanfic inspired by those books (I've started 'A dance with dragons') and it's a really demanding story. So, I'm going to try to start to finish this story, give you all a (I hope so) nice conclusion so I can work on that story.

Ah! I also wanted to thanks those who gave me their salutes for my birthday, THANK YOU! You all are so nice!

CHAPTER 10: Selling the drama (LIVE)

Shizuo spit a bloody mess of saliva and mucus inside a paper tissue and discarded it before Izaya saw it. He felt a small but persistent whistling every time he took a breath and a pinching pain in his back. Cold sweat ran over his forehead, and a migraine pulsed inside his head. Oh, how he wished to be only a year younger… only that, so he can enjoy a little more of this present, of these feelings that haunted him so long and finally had their retribution.

He felt his legs so heavy, and his body so drained that it was almost impossible to hide his current weakness to somebody observant as Izaya was.

And he really wanted to have a cigarette…

"Come on Shizu-chan! Don't tell me the years are taking their toll on you!" Called him the red eyed man, a few meters ahead of him, his sly smile shining on his face. I hope that smile is the last thing I see when the end comes, along with the boy's.

"You should talk… is your ass sore yet?"

He smiled when the face of the informant turned red. He remembered the other's body over him, pale, the smooth skin, the sweat, the heat. Izaya calling his name every time he pounded inside him, deeper, harder, his panting…

"I'm a god, I can handle rough from time to time." He said, still blushing. Shizuo took him in his arms and hug him close, smelling his odor, memorizing his body. He saw in a movie that you can choose only a memory when death takes you away to live for the rest of the eternity. "Shizuo?"

Izaya was looking at him very intently, and then the ex bartender kissed him deeply.

Just a few more… hang on a few more.

Izaya tasted the blood on his lover's mouth, but say nothing. Now, they had to look for their children.

Tsuki looked scared at the man who pointed him with a gun. His body froze; his heart pounded hard and closed his eyes.

"Move!" was the order of Roppi, after cutting the throat of the man from behind. The attacker fall in a pond of his own blood, choking to death. "Tsuki! We need to go back home!"

Roppi took his boyfriend hand and ran. He knew that assassins as that never work alone.

Not after I found about Tsuki's family… their own grandfather wants them dead!

"Roppi-kun…"

"Not know, Tsuki, we need to hurry!"

They ran, until they crossed another of those men. Roppi throw his blade to the attacker, hitting him on the eye. Only then he felt the burning pain in his arm. He was bleeding, a shot grazed his arm and now it hurt like a bitch. "Shit…"

They were surrounded, and Roppi was sure the end was near.

"Roppi-kun… please, tell me you won't be scared of me…"

Roppi stared at his friend/loved one. Tsuki looked strange, decided and strong. The blonde boy walked toward a street sign and after a few moments of forcing, he took it from the ground. The first attacker pointed at Tsuki, but the boy rushed forward, hitting the man with his sign. Another attacker jumped in and he answered with his weapon. Roppi only stared, amazed. Tsuki looked wild, raw emotions displaying on his face, sweat falling, free.

"Beautiful…"

Was this what father saw on Heiwajima-san? This force, this amazing energy, the desire to posses it for his own.

A metallic sound made him realize that Tsuki was on his knees, panting. A group of men was lying on the ground, unconscious or more, Roppi didn't care about. He rushed towards his beloved, and tried to get him up, but Tsuki was unresponsive, too tired after the force display.

A click and he felt a cold thing in the back of his head, death was calling him. He clutched at Tsuki's clothes and closed his eyes, waiting.

A sound of metal, screams and the detonation of the gun made him open his eyes. Heiwajima-san was looking at him, panting, and his father next to him.

"Always such a brute…" said Izaya, walking to where Roppi and Tsuki were, evading the bodies in the ground with ease.

"Shut up flea." Grunted Shizuo, and followed him. "Oi, are you ok? Tsuki? Roppi-kun?"

Roppi nodded, after giving a long glance at the older Heiwajima. He frowned when he noted the dark bags under the eyes, barely covered by the glasses, the lack of brightness on the hair, and the tired look on the eyes. This man… is sick. Does Tsuki knows?

"Dad!" yelled Tsuki, jumping to his father's arms. Tears of joy run from the kid's eyes, and Shizuo smiled, a little sad in Roppi's view. Izaya saw the wound on his son's arm and said it was better to call Shinra when they reach home. Roppi nodded, and he keep staring at Shizuo's back, his movements, his breathing, the way he looked at other persons.

A man that's about to die…

At Tsuki's home already were Sakuraya, Shitsuo, Hibiya and Delic, who got hurt and Shinra was already attending him. Roppi felt a little anxious about Psyche, even when he knew their relationship was over after meeting the Heiwajima's, he still felt for him. They say the first love is the one you never forget, and the passion he felt for Psyche had burned him deeply.

"Ok, Roppi-kun, come here!" called for him Shinra, and in Tsuki's room he undressed the upper part of his body. The wound was superficial, but the infection pas possible to Shinra cleaned and gave him antibiotics. Tsuki had a breakdown after protecting him, so Shinra made him drink a tranquilizer. When he finished dressing, he heard the front door open and Psyche arrived by the arm of Tsugaru. A soft pain stung on his chest but also he felt happy for his beloved brother, so when Psyche smiled to him, he returned the smile.

He heard Sakuraya calling them to drink some coffee he made with Shitsuo, and the laughing of Hibiya next to Izaya. But Shizuo wasn't there, and something made him walk to the man's room, and when he reached the door, he found it a little open. A coughing, tired and painful was heard, and Roppi pushed the door open, finding the older man lying in the ground, spitting blood.

"Shinra!"

The hospital was a place the Heiwajima's never liked. They father, because he passed almost all his childhood inside. The sons, because the painful memories that the white and silent corridors evoked. Shinra was really aware of this, and also was really sad about the bomb he was going to throw to them. Their father was sick, very sick. He had endured a long time a really nasty and aggressive disease with zero treatment thanks to his own incredible physiology, but everybody had a limit. And Shizuo had reached it. Now, the ex monster of Ikebukuro, the most strong men he ever meet, was lying drug induced sleep on a hospital bed, waiting.

He walked to the waiting room, where all the big family was. Finally, when they just became one, this had to happen.

But to be this sick… he must had know it…

The scared eyes of Tsuki hurt him more than any blow. Izaya stared at him, apparently strong, but he knew he was also dying inside. The only one who looked strangely calm and regretful was Shitsuo.

Does he know?

"He's stable for now." Shinra finally said, and a sigh was heard from the other, along with hopeful looks. "But… I can't made things easier, so I'll said it: he is sick. He is very, very sick. He has lung cancer, and the x-ray shows he needs an urgent intervention, a pneumonectomy, the complete removal of his left lung in order to save his life, and a very aggressive chemotherapy post treatment."

There was a long silence until Izaya walked ahead "How long he has to wait for the surgery?"

"Just the usual attentions and the surgery room will be ready for him in the morning, if the papers are ready now."

"Since mom is dead, Shitsuo is the only who can sign, besides uncle Kasuka." Said Delic, looking at his older brother, who had his eyes down. Sakuraya observed a little uncomfortable to his lover.

"Shitsuo-san? You should sign for your father's surgery."

"I won't."

A heavy silence fell.

"What are you saying?" yelled Delic, and Tsugaru grabbed him by the collar, making him up. "Dad's dying!"

"I know!" tears were falling from Shitsuo eyes, the stronger of the Heiwajima brother's was crying his heart "I know, from the start I knew… and he requested me to never let other intervene, not even uncle Kasuka… so I promised him, that'll carry on his will. He won't get the surgery, unless he said so."

"Shitsuo-san, you must know that he is in a desperate situation, and maybe won't wake up in time to hear his decision!" yelled Shinra, still not believing the older son words.

Tsugaru yanked him hard, silent tears on his clear eyes.

"I'm sorry…"

"I'll call uncle Kasuka!" said Delic, leaving the room, and Hibiya was after him.

"He won't make it…" was the soft and pained voice of Tsuki "Uncle Kasuka is in a business trip and wont' come back in other two months…"

"Tsuki…" said Roppi next to him.

Tsugaru pushed his brother aside, and left the room, pulling Psyche along. Izaya walked to Shizuo room and sat next to him. He took the big hand in his, and then he realized how stupid was not realizing how bad Shizuo was.

"You stupid brute… why always must act in an unexpected way? You and your sons… always…"

Hot tears blurred his view.

"Don't leave me… please."