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CHAPTER 11: Pink (Aerosmith)

Last comment: I was going to use another song, but the chapter tone changed...

Hibiya stand beside Delic, meanwhile he dialed one and again to his uncle, nervously smoking his tenth cigarette. the golden eyes boy frowned, that was the thing that started the problem! he shouldn't be smoking, knowing his dad was dying because of that filth! he was going to voice his thoughts when delic groaned. he turned to look at his knight, and gaped.

"Fuck!" Delic was about to toss the mobile in any second, his eyes clouded on tears and despair. he crouched on the floor, covering his head with his hands, not letting others see him cry. Hibiya bite his lower lip, not knowing what to do, how to help him. He got close and hug Delic a little uneasy. Delic put one of his hands in Hibiya shoulder and sighed, grateful for his company.

"Thanks..."

Hibiya shaked his head, feeling tears on his eyes. They stayed like that, in front of the hospital door, oblivious to the rest of the people that passed by them. delic freed himself from Hibiya's arms and looked at the boys face.

"I love you."

Hibiya gaped again, stunned. he never expected to hear those words in a moment like that. he felt his cheeks burn, and lowered his eyes, gaining a sad chuckle from Delic. suddenly, Delic mobile started to sound and Delic answered.

"Uncle... yeah, it's me, Delic... uncle... dad... dad is sick, very sick. We need you... please..."

Hibiya stared in silence meanwhile Delic talked on the phone. It wasn't a long call, since Kasuka was known for being a person of few words. "Thank you, uncle Kasuka, and I'm very sorry... ….. yeah... See you soon."

Delic ended the call and sighed again.

"Is he going to help?" asked Hibiya, and Delic got up.

"Yes. He is coming back. He won't let me father die." the blonde put the phone on his pocket and arranged his hairs, groaning again "Fuck, I'm so angry at Shitsuo right now! If I go inside again, I'll punch him!"

"When is Hanejima-san coming?"

"First flight in the morning. So in at least 10 hours."

"You should rest until then, since you just got shot and now you're bleeding. Want to stay at my house? We can ask something to eat, and I can help you to change the bandages"

Delic stared at the hospital door for a long moment before nodding. "Yeah... I think I need to cool down."

They took a taxi and went to the Orihara residence. The place was in complete silence.

Everybody must be still at the hospital, thought Hibiya, hanging the keys next to the entrance. Delic was about to crash on the sofa, but Hibiya stopped him saying he should got a bath, change and eat before sleep. Delic complied to his orders, and let the younger boy guide him, undress him and wash him, clean the new wound and changed the bandages. When they were on the pool, resting, Hibiya saw the big scar on Delic's back and timidly caressed the borders, feeling the heat of the skin, the irregularity of it, and for reason he felt angry and sad. How they own grandfather want them death? Why? They share the same blood... like me and Psyche, Sakuraya, Roppi, and father. We are family... he is their family... that must mean something!

"It doesn't hurt, you now..." said suddenly Delic, not turning.

"What?"

"That scar. It doesn't hurt anymore. It hurt for at least eight months, it took some rehabilitation, but is fine now. Only when is too cold can hurt a little."

"Ah..."

Delic turned around and grabbed the young boy on his arms, making him sat on his legs. Hibiya gasped and put his hands on Delic's shoulders, and blushed when he felt the member of Delic under his legs. Hastely, Delics lips were on his neck, his warm tongue tasting his sking, his breath gave him goose bunps and his hands on his back.

"Delic..."

"I love you, is true. I also want you, so much... So much that it hurts." the voice of Delic was heavy with pain, anger and grief. Hibiya was a little scared, he remembered the hands of those who wanted to hurt him, to enjoy themselves forgetting him. But he knew Delic was never going to hurt, that Delic needed him and that he also loved Delic. Delic kissed his beard and keep on caressing his back, his sides, slowly and softly, so tenderly that nobody would believe the blonde could. Hibiya placed his head on top of Delic's, meanwhile he kept kissing, tasting, caressing.

"I... don't want to do it in a place like this... you don't deserve to be loved in a bathroom." Delic looked at Hibiya's eyes "Do you love me, Chibiya?"

Hibiya frowned a little at the nickname, but he let it pass. He needed to be a man now.

"I do... yes, I love so much!" he captured the blonde's lips in a inexperienced kiss, and felt the arms of Delic surround him. When they separated, Delic spoke again.

"Do you want me, Chibiya? As a man?"

Hibiya swallowed a lump on his throat.

"I do."

Fuchsia eyes shone with happiness, and the older one carried Hibiya on his arms to the room of the Prince. The room was really fancy decorated, and Delic smiled, it was so Chibiya! Carefully put the boy on the golden satin bed sheets, and confronted him.

"You know, you still can go back. You don't need to agree just for me..."

"No, I want you!" said Hibiya, blushing again "I also... I also want to be with you, I want you as my first..."

Delic kissed him again, I just wanted to say it the same for me... well, it's the first with somebody I love like this...

Delic caressed softly the sensitive skin of Hibiya's chest, and licked one of the pink nipples, gaining a soft moan of the boy. He smirked and then sucked on the bud, licking it and covering it with his warm saliva. Hibiya felt his body tremble everytime Delic caressed him, his breath got faster and the heart pounding inside his chest. a deep sight scaped his lips, letting him got trap in the feelings.


Tsugaru have dreamt. He dreamt about his voice, singing along with Delic. He remembered his own laughter, the happy times with everybody back home. He opened his eyes, feeling the tears rolling down his cheeks, and a deep sigh left his lips. So many things have changed in so little time, and he felt like he was old man already. Maybe he was born with an old soul, like Delic said once to him.

Psyche was sleeping next to him in the bed, his naked body was shining in the dim light of the middle morning. The black damp hair was disheveled and covering his temple, the eyes closed and half of the face buried on his pillow, oblivious of the world. Tsugaru looked at the boy lovingly, and softly caressed his front head, careful to not wake him. He heard the humming of his phone, lying in the floor, the shining screen saying SHITSUO. No sounds could be heard, the love hotel was known by his soundproof walls. He got up and picked the phone, sending a SMS to his brother. He picked his clothes and gave a last glance to Psyche.

Every dream comes to an end.

He waited at the corner, a few streets away, for a car that will take him to his family.


Kasuka kept his blank expression meanwhile his older brother was loaded on the ambulance. A breathing machine was assisting him after the surgery that removed the sickest lung. He also had a firm pulse when he signed the papers for the procedure, and also when he requested the transfer, even when the doctors and Shinra said it was almost a murder. He pressed his hand on his older nephew shoulder and joined him on the ambulance. They were going to take a flight to his parent's house on the countryside, with a cleaner air; Shizuo could have a little longer of time. But the analysis gave bad prognosis, even with the therapy; he had no more than a year, maybe more seeing on his unusual strength.

Strength that brother never wanted.

Kasuka knew his brother was a very kind a caring man, he always was, even after discovering that his deceased wife got pregnant on purpose.

"The baby is not guilty of his mother's idiocy." was Shizuo's words.

I thought she was better for him.

There were no sirens when the ambulance started his drive. He didn't want to Izaya heard them leave, meanwhile was sleeping on the waiting room. Kasuka never liked the other, always looking for his brother's attention in those psychotic ways. Izaya was never good to Shizuo, even when they loved each other passionately. They were a dark love, those that only consumes the other, driving them crazy to the end. He wanted his brother to be loved, and alive.

The beeping of the heart machine, the engine sound and the mechanic breathing was all they heard meanwhile the journey lasted. Behind them, the other three boys were carried by Kasuka's personal driver.

Psyche sat bored at his desk in school. The teacher rambled and rambled, and he didn't care the least about it. The school was in commotion after the announcement of the sudden departure of one of his star students, and Hibiya was a completely silent about it, just brattier in his behavior. His fellows had to deal with more hard comebacks, angry looks and sudden breakdown on tears. Psyche, on his side, did not want to hear or see anyone, he just missed Tsugaru. His calm presence, his loving eyes and sweet kisses, the way he held him when they finally did it. He felt their hearts beating at unison, the heat.

"I miss Tsu-chan so much…" He sudenly got up in the middle of the class, the tracher gasped and he left the room not looking back. He walked back home, not giving hi to anyone and pounded on Roppi's door.

"What do you want?"

"I need your help."

"Let me alone. I'm sick of being just a tool for you." was the answer his brother gave, but Psyche could read the sadness on his voice. He took a breath and talked again.

"Roppi, I'm sorry, so much. I really was a bitch with you, and yu never deserved it. But you must know that it was because I love you, not as a lover, but as my most precious brother... Roppi, I want them back. I need Tsugaru, you need Tsuki... damn it, dad also needs Heiwajima-san! Please, Roppi-chan..."

The door opened and Psyche saw the pale face of his almost twin, the dull red eyes, the dark bags under those.

"Are you sincere?"

Psyche nodded, cleaning the tears of his eyes.

"I already found them."