**RING RING**
His phone rung in his pocket. He drove his slim fingers into his pocket to recieve it and pressed the on button and lifted it to his ear.
"Moshi moshi?" He ask in a carefree voice. He continued to walk towards Ritsuka's house, for it was only a few more blocks away.
"Soubi, I'm not home right now, so you can just walk in and wait for me in my room. My moms not home, so you can just walk in. And don't touch anything, I don't want you snooping through my room!" His voice laced with hardness.
"My, my, Ritsuka, would I do that to you?"
"You might. I don't want to take that chance. Arg, I have to go. Bye."
With his last sentece the line went dead and Soubi lowered his phone from his ear. He smiled a small smile, knowing exactly what Ritsuka meant by no snooping around. He didn't want him to find cetain things that had to do with Soubi. Ritsuka is so innocent like that. It made Soubi smile more as he thought of taking that certain innocence Ritsuka possessed and tainting it bit. Just then, Soubi was pushed out of his musings by his phone ringing once again. He lifted to his ear again and spoke into it softly.
"Yes, my sweet?" He answered thinking it was Ritsuka forgetting to tell him something. He stopped walking to light a cigarette and smoke before he got to Ritsuka's house. He knew Ritsuka didn't like him smoking.
"I need to talk to you." It was a voice he had never heard before. This voice was that of a young woman. Probably a little older the Ritsuka. His smile faded as he heard a hint of order in the girls voice.
"Who is this?"
"You'll find that out later. Meet me at the Longree Caffe. Meet me there and I'll tell you what's wrong with you being Ristuka's new fighter." With that she hung up. Her voice was very stern.
Soubi didn't like this. How did this woman know Ritsuka? Who was she? So many questions and he wanted them answered and fast. He dropped his cigarette and turned from his direction to Ritsuka's house and headed toward the caffe. His trip to Ritsuka's house would have to wait. His mood soured as he got closer to the building. He saw tables and chairs being put out for the dinner party's people asked for on Saturday nights. He walked inside, his face cool, calm, and collected. No emotion showing. He'd keep his anger at a level. He looked around and there were many women around him. Some by them selves, others with other people. Was she alone or with someone? He gave up searching and pulled out his phone and dialed her number and let it ring. He thought he could call her phone and hear it ring, then once he did, he could hang up and walk over to her and speak with her. But as it rung on his end, he heard nothing on her end. No phones were going off in the room.
Then she answered but said nothing. He heard her breathing so he spoke to her first, "Where are you?" There was a long but short pause after that.
"Right behind you."
He whirled around and locked gazes with a tall woman, brown long hair, ripe cheeckbones, lush lips, full eye-lashes and a pair of heart breaking grey-blue eyes. She was curvy too. Very beautiful to any mans eyes. But Soubi was not going to be fooled.
His eyes hardened. "What do you want with Ritsuka?" He asked sternly.
She waved him to come and sit with her to a table at the corner of the shop, where no one was around to hear their private conversation. They sat opposite from each other and the woman ordered coffee and was sitting there like nobody was there. Soubi grew impatient. His brows tensed with anger, but he forced them to calm. He folded his hands on top of the table and closed his eyes for a moment before opening them again and speaking.
"Who are you?"
The girl looked up from her coffee and set it down. Then she took in a deep breath before she spoke.
"Okay, here's how it's going to go. We are going to have a low conversation. So no one can hear us, of course. This is how we're going to do it. You ask the questions and I'll answer and explain everything. You may begin."
As soon as she ended her sentence, Soubi blutered out a little too loudly, "Who are you?"
She smiled a cold smile before answering.
"Miwa Miwahii. It's a pleasure to meet you, Mr....?" She waved her hand in the air expecting him to answer to her whim.
Soubi's phone vibrated and he calmly reached down and turned it on, hoping it was Ritsuka and that he was listening.
"Soubi. Just call me Soubi." He stared at her with glazed eyes.
"Ah, yes. Pricipal has told me all about you, Soubi-kun. He's very fond of you."
When he didn't respond she began to open her mouth to say more, but Soubi interupted her with another question.
"How do you know Ritsuka?"
"I knew you were going to bring him up soon. I was a friend of his brothers. Seimei-sama. I'm quite sure you know him very well. Don't you, Soubi-kun?" She put alot of sarcasm behind her words. Knowing very well that she knew he was Semei's Fighter.
Soubi nodded but said nothing in response to her teasing.
She continued, "I was a friend of his. I watched over poor little Ritsuka-kun for Seimei-sama when you and him were out fighting other Fighters. He was very afraid of his mother, he would cling to me forever and would never seem to let go. Well, that is, untill Seimei-sama came home. I slowly watched Ritsuka-kun grow over a short period of time. He was only responsive when Seimei-sama was near him. Protecting him from his vicious mother. I had the liberty of witnessing such an attack once. She was brutile on the poor boy. And he was so young too and I-"
"Get to the point." He cut her off. It wasn't very polite of him, but he was running out of patients already.
She stopped smiling and sipped a bit of her coffee before returning to her asked question.
"I was his baby-sitter of sorts. I watched him when Seimei-sama wasn't around. He was such a wonderful, innocent boy. That's how I know him. Through your old Sacrifice."
Soubi winced at her words "old Sacrifice". He was well over Seimei's death, but something still clung to him that made him wince at that given choice of words.
"Why did you call me to talk about my Ritsuka?" He smiled inwardly at his words.
"Your Ritsuka? Hardly. Now there is the problem that needs fixing. The reason I called you here to speak with you is this.....you must leave Ritsuka. Leave him now, so his real Fighter, Loveless, can find him without your dominating presence overpowering Ritsuka-kun's."
Her words hung in the air. Not truely finding their way to Soubi's ears. He was puzzled. He didn't understand. Leave Ritsuka? He shuttered at the thought of leaving him.
"I expected this to be difficult." She took in another deep breath and let it out evenly. "You are not Loveless's true Fighter. Your name is Beloved. The exact opposite of Ritsuka-kun's name. Don't you understand? That can ruin your spells over time. Over the time you force those two names to work together, your powers as Fighter and Sacrifice will disappear. Vanish. Just like that. You have already had your Sacrifce. No matter what Seimei-sama ordered you to do, you must stop it and leave Ritsuka-kun, so he may find his real Fighter and have a real bond with him. Not just some ordered love. I know what Seimei-sama asked you to do. To love Ritsuka-kun, right? But I don't think you understand what damage that could do to him. If you make him fall in love with you and he wants you to take his ears, you will ruin him. Because evenually his real Fighter will come along and Ritsuka-kun will have to go with him. And if he's in love with you, everything will make things harder for him, when you must back down to his real Fighter. You must give him up. You might as well do it now, while there's still the chance he might not love you yet."
Everything was being absorbed into Soubi's anger. Everything she said made him want to take her and choke her till she turned purple.
"What makes you think we're not already in love? So what if I want to take his ears, he's mine, I love him and there is no way in hell any other Fighter besides me is going to take his ears."
"Oh, don't be so stupid, Soubi-kun. You can never take his ears. That is Loveless's job. You are not Loveless. So you cannot take his ears."
"And who died and made you God? I can take his ears if he'd let me. Names may decide our fate, but there is always the chance things can be tweaked and changed a little. I honor my name, and I know Ritsuka honors his, but we have a bond, that not even names can break apart." Soubi was on the verge of getting up and grabbing the girl by her neck and killing her with her own words she spoke, when suddenly a voice called Soubi's name.
"Soubi! Hey, Soubi!" It was Ritsuka and he was walking over with such anger, you could hear it in his bones. But Soubi didn't care, Ritsuka could save him from the terrible woman in front of him.
"Soubi! How dare you ditch me like that? What the HELL! Do you have any idea how embarrasing it is to hear you talking about such things and-....and...." He stopped mere feet from the table and slowly stopped talking as well. He eyes widened in horror and his body began to shake. Unshed tears began to pool and fall down his face as he look at the woman across from Soubi.
When Ritsuka spoke, it nearly broke Soubi's heart.
"Hello, Ritsuka-kun. It's been a while." She smiled michiviously at him. As if only they knew a dark and terrible secret.
"S-Soubi? What are, y-you doing with h-her?" He began crying a little harder now, but he still didn't make a noise. He lowered his head down so his raven-haired bangs shadowed his eyes, so Soubi couldn't see them.
"Ritsuka? What's wrong, sweetie? Are you al-" he was cut off.
"WHAT THE HELL ARE YOU DOING WITH HER! WHY, OF ALL PEOPLE ARE YOU WITH HER! YOU b*****d, GO TO HELL!!!" As he yell uncontrolably at Soubi, he turned and ran out the shop.
Soubi heard every word but as soon as he heard his words leave the innocent boys lips, he got up and ran after him. He knew Ritsuka was going back to his house, so he took a shortcut.
*****
Ritsuka thought he had run enough and he was right in front of his house. He knew Soubi wouldn't follow him. But why, all hell, why was he with her? He walked tiredly to his front door and was about to open the door when big strong arms came around and held him tightly against a warm body. He knew who it was.
"Get the hell off me, you b*****d!!" He clawed at the blonde's arms and wiggled violently to try and get free from this strong grasp. He tried pulling at the older mans arms and biting till he tasted blood and scratching till he saw blood. Nothing worked. He knew who he was doing this to, but no matter what he felt he had to get away. To be alone, once again. To wallow in his owm mind for hours on end till he thought he felt better.
"Ritsuka, please, tell me what's wrong. Why did you run away from me like that?" His voice was laced with concern. But it wasn't the kind of concern Ritsuka wanted to hear. He knew Ritsuka didn't want to hear him being worried about him.
Ritsuka's voice was low and hourse, like it was used to yell too much. "Why, Soubi? Why were you talking to her? Of all people....why her?" Ritsuka stopped moving and collasped right in Soubi's arms. Soubi caught him, of course, but as he heard Ritsuka speak, he felt his heart breaking in two. Ritsuka's voice sounded like a very young child asking why someone kill his mother.
Soubi picked up the limp body with ease and push open the door to Ritsuka's house. He went up to his room and layed him on the bed. He moved his hand to brush Ritsuka's bangs out of his eyes as he slept. Why was he freaking out about her? Something must have happened that I didn't know about. But I will. He stated mentally. Soubi planted himself on the floor, opposite the room from where the bed was, and rested his back against the young boys closet. He stared at the boy for what felt like days. He watched as the setting sun's light glazed over the young boys face. Caressing the curves of the boys perfect complexion. He was so damn beautiful.
Soubi watched his face till he felt his eyes grow very weak and tired. His lids drooped and he shut his eyes. He wanted to open them again, but he was engulfed in a calming black abyss. Everything that had just happened play back in his dreams.
*** Hours Later ***
Ritsuka awoke in a rush. He pushed himself up but then suddenly got light-headed and his eyes got blurry. He rested his head in his hand and it took a few moments before he could see straight. He looked up and realized he was in his room. How did I get here? He thought. He looked around. Everything was so dark. He could barely see anthing. But, there, on the opposite side of his room, the moon light that shown outlined a shape. He couldn't quite tell what it was. He thought it was just some clothes that he never put away. I should put them in the hamper before mother notices and gets mad again. Ritsuka pulled the covers off his thin legs and twisted over to put his feet on the cold wooden floor and walk over to what he thought was a pile of clothes. When he got over to them, he smelled tobacco. He wondered why. He reached down to pull a blue s**t off the pile, when he realized it wasn't lifting up. It felt like it was stuck. Then out of now where, arms grabbed him and pulled him into a tight embrace. Panic struck in Ritsuka and not thinking, he wiggled and squarmed like crazy. At the edge of his foot he felt the tip of scissors and he reached for them. When he got hold of the handle tight, he used all of his might to plunge the tip of it into who ever was holding him.
The older man let out a small painful grunt at the pain of the scissors being drove into him. The big arms let go of the small boy and he ran to the opposite side of the room again and switched on his lamp to see who it was that was grabbing him.
Ritsuka's eyes widened in horror as he saw it was Soubi, his face in visible pain and his free hand clutching his arm with the scissor tip in it. Blood soaking his sleeve and his free hand; still dripping down on to the floor, forming a large pool of crimson liquid. The boy started to shake and tears pooled and dripped down his eyes as he ran back over to him and hugged him tight.
"Soubi! I'm so sorry, Soubi! I didn't mean it, I didn't know it was you. I-I-...I'm so sorry!" Ritsuka clutched the back of the older mans shirt and cried into the mans shoulder.
"It's- **grunt in pain** okay, Ritsuka. You didn't know."
"Idiot, why didn't you say it was you?"
Ristuka pulled back with watery eyes to lock gazes with Soubi's. Soubi's eyes were filled pain, he could tell. But also a lot of love as well. Ritsuka love Soubi's blue eyes and how that showed so much emotion when his face was blank.
"Hm. I was asleep. **grunts in pain** Then I heard footsteps and felt tugging at my shirt in my dream so I thought I was still asleep. So I knew it was you, Ritsuka. I went to embrace you in my dreams, but you freaked out and stabbed me with scissors. Then I woke up and everything wasn't a dream. It was just me being half-asleep. But I forgive you Ritsuka. It was my fault for not waking up and saying it was me that was embracing you. I am sorry, Ritsuka." He ruffled the young one's hair as he ended his sentence. Ritsuka felt so terrible. His stomach was making such violent turns in him, he felt like he could die. He stabbed Soubi because he was half asleep when he hugged him. He felt so stupid. He should have known it was Soubi and not a killer. He was so very supid, indeed.
"I'm so sorry...." He fell silent and lowered his head so his bangs hung over his red puffy eyes.
"Soubi...."
"Yes, Ristuka?"
Ristuka hugged the older man again and didn't answer.
"Let me fix up your wound." With that, Ritsuka pulled away from the warm embrace and ran out of the room. Minutes later he came back with alchohal, wrappes, gauze, warm water, and rags. He ran and slid up to Soubi's side and went to work. Ritsuka acted so professional, that he didn't blush or anything. He's too used to this. Soubi thought with a frown. Without warning, Ritsuka's small fingers went to work on Soubi's shirt buttons. He didn't even blush, not one little bit. His eyes stayed locked onto his own fingers and shifted when he looked at the things he knew he was going to need next. Putting a plan in his head of how he was going to do everything. After a few buttons were undone, he stopped and gently pulled out the scissors quickly. So quickly that Soubi didn't even have time to react to it, till moments later it was pulled out. He loved how Ritsuka was taking such good care of him. Then Ritsuka went back to working on Soubi's buttons. Ritsuka undid the last button and rolled it off the mans shoulders and helped the older man slide his hurt arm out of the sleeve and tossed the blood soaked shirt into a hamper. His eyes looked at Soubi's eyes, who was starring at his the whole time. His eyes were locked into Ritsuka's face the whole time, watching how skilled he was at this.
Ritsuka reached for the bowl of warm water and one of the rags. He dipped the rag into the warm water and rung it out the best he could. He lifted the warm rag to Soubi's arm. His eyes looked up at Soubi's to ask if he was okay with this. Soubi saw his questioning eyes and nodded, knowing what he was asking. Ritsuka gently cleaned the blood off the mans arm. He did it so well, Soubi didn't feel any pain at all. He felt pain, but not from Ritsuka's small smooth fingers working the blood off his arm. Every time his fingers brushed his arm, tingles went up his arm.
"Are you okay, Soubi?" Ritsuka's question caught him off gaurd and he looked up at him, questioningly and not understanding what he was asking till seconds later. He smiled and nodded when finally his mind caught up the the question.
"Good. I thought I was hurting you."
"No, you weren't. You were so gentle, the only sensation I felt was the tingles left behind from the times when your fingers brushed my arm."
Ritsuka looked away, hiding the warm sensation he felt rising up on his cheeks. He was blushing finally.
"Baka, why do you alway say things like that? It's embarassing."
"But it makes you blush. When you don't blush, it makes me feel like I'm not doing my job right."
"Your job? What's tha-.." He was cut off by Soubi's slim fingers grabbing his chin and being pulled closer to him till his lips touched Soubi's. The kiss was passionate but it was quick at the same time. Ritsuka love these kind of kisses. He always had. He loved how Soubi grabbed him by the chin and cut him off but giving him a kiss, it excited him.
Soubi pulled away slowly and stared at Ritsuka's dizzying gaze. His face was blushing badly and his eyes were barely open. Soubi smiled warmly and pressed his hand against Ritsuka's warm cheek and rubbed it softly. Ritsuka leaned into Soubi's soft touch and closed his eyes, loving the feeling of Soubi's smooth hands. Ritsuka relunctly reached up to pull away Soubi's hand and open his eyes to see Soubi looking very puzzled.
"I thought you liked that-.." Soubi started but was cut off by Ritsuka's low lacey voice.
"No, that's not it, Soubi. I have to finish fixing your wound." Ritsuka looked at Soubi for a moment before he looked back to Soubi's wounded arm. Blood was dripping more. So he grabbed the wet rag and dipped it in water again and pressed it aginst the arm and wiped the blood away. He dreaded what he had to do next. He reached for the bottle of alchohal and unscrewed it, then placed it back on the floor next to him. He looked up at Soubi with uneasy eyes.
"This might hurt."
"I don't care." He said that in such an uncaring voice, that it sounded like it was practice so many times before so it would come out perfect. Which it did. So, Ritsuka knew he was going to feel the pain, but he wouldn't show any emotion. Or would he?
"Alright, I'll try to make it quick." Soubi smile faded a bit. He knew it was going to hurt alot. Ritsuka reached for the bottle again and grabbed another rag. He put the rag to the tip of the bottle and tilted it till it was a little soaked. Ritsuka balled it up in his hand and gulped before he began to reach for the wound. His stomach was turning violently in him. He didn't want to do this. It made him sick to even think about doing it. He was moments away from telling Soubi to do it himself. But, Ritsuka was the one who stabbed him, so he should take responsiblity for taking care of it. He was inches away from the bleeding wound when he stopped. He couldn't do it. It was too much. There was no way Soubi could ask a young boy to do this. It was way too much to ask. Then Ritsuka felt Soubi's hand come over his and drift the rag over to the wound. When it touched, Soubi lurched at the pain. It really did hurt. Ritsuka saw the pain in Soubi's face and pulled away, out of Soubi's hard grasp. Soubi looked down at Ritsuka, watching him shake his head slowly and saying he couldn't do it to himself. Soubi frowned at the boy, feeling bad for him. To make him go through such a rough situation.
"I can't do it....I...I..." He was saying this more to himself then to Soubi.
"Yes, you can, Ritsuka." Soubi choose to say. Trust, laced into his words as he spoke.
Ritsuka shook his head and lowered his gaze to his knees, not wanted to look at Soubi's hard, passionate eyes.
Soubi smiled at himself at how cute and innocent Ritsuka looked next to him.
Soubi reached over and pulled Ritsuka's hand with the painful chemical and slowly dragged it in the air till it hit the wound. Soubi's eyes winced and he felt the pain surge through his arm, from his finger tips to his shoulder. The pain engulfed his arm like a hungry black hole.
Ritsuka forced his eyes shut, not wanting to look at Soubi's pain filled face. 'Cause Ritsuka knew the pain this chemical brings. He's done it before because of his mother, how she hit him. He had to use it to clean his wounds many times and he knew how much it hurt. He was surprised Soubi wasn't screaming bloody murder, 'cause Ritsuka would have. He always did. Because he was weak. He knew it and he knew everyone else knew it.
As Ritsuka's thoughts were rushing everywhere, he was also subconciously counting to 30, the same number your supose to count to when you have the wet hurtful rag pressed against your open wound. When his mind reached 30, he opened his eyes and pulled his hand out of Soubi's hard grip.
"That's 30 seconds. That's as long as you need it on the wound."
"Thank you, Ritsuka." Soubi grabbed Ritsuka's chin with his thumb and index finger and pulled his gaze up to meet his. Ritsuka was on the brink of tears again. It must have been hard for Ritsuka, he was very sensitive and he was forced to hurt someone he cared about. Maybe he didn't do it, but it felt like he was. Soubi started to feel guilt build up in the back of his throat.
"A-are you....alright, Soubi?" Ritsuka asked after a few moments of looking into Soubi's eyes.
Soubi knocked himself out of the abyss of dark thoughts and lured his eyes over to sweet Ritsuka's. His eyes were glazed with compassion, even though, just a few hours he was screaming at him and telling him to go ******** off. Ritsuka was a troubled soul and Soubi wanted to be the one to heal it. Completely. Just take every scourching problem out of his head and trash it. That's all he wanted to do and he would kill to have it happen. But first he had to know what memory Ritsuka wanted and wanted to get rid of.
Soubi smiled and pulled Ritsuka's chin closer, so their lips just grazed each others.
"Yes....I'm sure I'm fine." His breath was hot on Ritsuka's lips. He shivered.
Ritsuka was about to lean his small lips into Soubi's to be caught up in the lucious moment, he longed for. But flashes of that woman and Soubi together came back and Ritsuka suddenly got very angry. Lifting his small, seemingly gentle hand, and slapped the gentle blonde in front of him.
Soubi, having his eyes closed and about to take his lovers lips for another mind tangling kiss, was completely unaware of the small but firm hand coming across his face. But when it did, Soubi was shifted over on the floor. The force was great and it caused Soubi's mind to hang in his head for a minute before tagging his thoughts of what just happened along to run into his mind. As it did, Soubi reached for his cheek that was reddened by force and pulsing with pain. He looked over at the person that hit him and eyed him with puzzling eyes. Lost in a black abyss....he didn't know Ritsuka would ever hit him like that. But sense he just did, a whole other door opened in Soubi's mind.
"Ritsuka...." Soubi was still in a daze. His eyes lost in Ritsuka's shadowed one. His eyes glazed with what he thought was love but actaully was hurt.
"Answer me. Why were you with her before?"
"I don't know her-"
"Liar! Don't lie to me!"
"I'm not lying, Ritsuka. I don't know who she is. Why are you so against her?"
"....." Ritsuka had flashbacks of that night. Dark thoughts clouded his once clear mind with those horrible images that he wished were just a part of a bad dream.
::::FLASHBACK::::
He was thrown onto the bed. His shirt no where to be found. Blood dripping from his new wound given to him by a sharp knife. He never thought she'd do this. Not after what she saw his mother do to him.
He cried to himself and begged to no one but himself that she'd just stop. To vanish. Like his old self did those years back. To completely change. But as he felt his bed shift, he knew his pleas would never be heard. Even to himself.
Her cold fingers tracing Ritsuka's arched back, made him shiver. She layed next to him and starred at his closed eyes, dripping with wet tears. She reached up and wiped away one of his falling tears from his bleeding cheek and opened his eyes in shock. She pulled her finger over to her lips and licked off the tear. Then she smiled, michiviously.
"Don't cry, my little Ritsuka. Your pain will soon feel good."
Ritsuka screamed into the air, yelling for Seimei, his mother, anyone to help him as a cold sharp knife was being pierced into his small, beautiful back. Carving.....words? Blood spewed from his wound. He tried to move away but was held down by her sitting on him and his legs were no use, seeing as one was broken and the other just refused to work. Or he refused to work it. His arms were held down by her knees. Ritsuka screamed incoherantly into the dark room. His screams echoing around the blank walls. His eyes blurred by stinging tears and pain surging through his whole back. The cold knife moving up and down and side to side. Being pulled out but then soon being put back into his red, tainted back. He had no idea what she was doing, but his mind was never to remember beyond that. The last thing he remembers is a white light calling his name. But not to Ritsuka. It was calling to Loveless.
::::END FLASHBACK::::
Without thinking Ritsuka bursted into a rage of tears. Tears of his lost memory. Tears of his brutile mother's beatings. Tears of himself changing. Tears of having adsoulutly no one in his life that he could trust. And tears were just falling for the fact that they could. Those tears had no purpose but to just fall. To show he was human. Everyone has those tears.
Soubi pulled Ritsuka into a tight embrace, ignoring the screaming pain in his arm.
"Ritsuka....I love you."
"No! Don't say that.....I don't want to hear that." Ritsuka, without thinking, melted into Soubi's warm embrace. The need to feel loved was so strong that Ritsuka pushed away that he was angry with the man hugging him away and he gave into what ever Soubi was wanting to do. Loosing his ears included.
After his loud cries turned to small sobbs, Soubi lessened his grip on the boy and Ritsuka pulled back, wiping away his tears with the back of his hand. He kept his eyes shut, drowning in his lost thoughts.
"Ritsuka...."
"Get out...." His voice was barely above a whisper.
"What?" Soubi looked up at the low words coming from the boy he was desperately trying to comfort.
"Please.....I want to be alone."
"Aren't you tired of being alone?" Soubi's voice was coming out like he was offended and hurt. Was he? Soubi's hair fell as he looked down.
"No...."
"Lies." He looked up from the spot on the floor to the raven haired boys face. "You're lying to me. You always scold me for lying to you. I can see through you're lies, Ritsuka. Sitting alone and crying all by youself is not attractive."
Ritsuka's eyes widened as Soubi continued to speak.
"If you order me to leave and I don't comply.....punish me for disobeying you."
"I will never resort to violence. I will never raise my hand to someone."
"Then you will never get strong. You will never be like Seimei." As he said that, he wish he hadn't. He tried being cold to him. Like he had learned to be to Ritsuka. Mainly because he knew Ritsuka hated people to be concerned for him. He knew Ritsuka didn't like to hear concern in a person voice for him, so he decided to act cold to him. To help him. To obey him.
Ritsuka slowly stood and walked over to the bed. He sat on the edge and leaned his elbows on his knees. Lowering his face so his dark raven hair shadowed his eyes.
"I know...." He more said to himself then to Soubi. Ritsuka felt the light in his eyes leave him and a dark, secret glare cover them.
"I know I'll never be like Seimei. I know I'll never be strong. I'm too weak and too fragile to be a useful Sacrifice like Seimei was. I know....all that I was.....is gone. And I know that.....that I'll forever be...."
He slowly looked up at Soubi's questioning face. Soubi was taken aback for a moment because of the glare Ritsuka was giving him. Ritsuka was smiling, a very dangerous smile. One that said he could kill and laugh at the same time. One, until now, he only thought Seimei could make. That cold, harsh, deceving smile. Covered in destruction and laced together with death.
"Forever be "Loveless....." "
Soubi's eyes widened. His heart skipped a beat. His forehead sweat. Because just for that moment. He saw Seimei. In Ritsuka. But that was impossible. Ritsuka was gentle and innocent and refused to ever use violence unless it was completely necessary.
Seimei was consuming Ritsuka. He wasn't even there to consume him but somehow the look the young boy just gave him, was not Ritsuka.
'Not Ritsuka....not...'
He thought he was just imagening it. but everything just got worse when ritsuka continued to talk. to talk....more like 'him'....
ritsuka stood up and spread his fingers, palm up, to show expression. seimei's smile still planted on his once innocent face.
"I mean, 'Loveless' is my name. My real name. My fate, right? i can't get strong because no one will care about me enough to teach me. no one will care..."
He lowered his head so his raven haired bangs convered his face again. seimei's smiled faded to for a straight line on his lower face.
"I will care." Soubi decided to speak up.
Ritsuka looked up in a shock. but not out of surprise from what the words were, but out of rage.
"Because you were told to! You don't really love me. If you did you wouldn't keep things from. You wouldn't be fighting on your own when you should be calling me for help. You-...you...."
Seimei's smiled formed on his face once again and with a sensual stance Ritsuka walked over and kneeled down behind Soubi's hunched form. Ritsuka layed his arms over Soubi's strong shoulders and he rested his head on his right arm. He leaned his lips closely to Soubi's ear and began to speak in a low, sensual way into Soubi's sensitive ear.
"You don't love me, do you, Soubi?" Ritsuka letting his lips graze Soubi's ear as he spoke.
Soubi shivered. Ritsuka was never this close to Soubi. And to feel his hot breath, his soft lips grazing his ears....he went wild on the inside.
"I do love you..." He stated half in a daze.
"No. You don't. Just because you were told to, doesn't mean you actually do. Our names....'Loveless' and 'Beloved' are completely different. Our names-"
Ritsuka gently ran his fingers over the cloth on Soubi's neck, covering his real name.
'Are what makes us different. Your name, " Ritsuka skimmed across Soubi's cloth covered neck and continued to skim across again and again. "Is your fate. My name, is my fate. We cannot have a real bond. We cannot love each other. It's our fate, isn't it....Soubi."
As Ritsuka slyly said Soubi's name, he flicked his pink tounge out and grazed Soubi's ear. Shivers ran over Soubi's whole body. And with Ritsuka still playing with Soubi's neck, bliss began to take over him in certain areas of his lower regions.
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