I sighed as I stepped out into the chilly night air. I closed the glass doors that led to Ritsuka’s room. I pulled my coat tighter around me. I knew I shouldn’t be leaving the poor boy alone, but I didn’t know what else to do. He had given me an order.
I closed my eyes and leaned against the railing or Ritsuka’s balcony. ‘What would Seimei tell me to do?’ I thought. Well, first he’d kick my a** for leaving Ritsuka alone, then he’d command me to go back in there and make sure he felt better. No doubt about it.
I quietly stepped forward. The doors opened with a soft click. Stepping through the curtains, I looked around. Ritsuka was nowhere to be seen. Puzzled, I cautiously stepped into the hallway. I had no idea where Ritsuka’s mother was, and from what Ritsuka told me about her, I didn’t want her to find me.
Then I heard a crash from downstairs, then a shout. I knew instantly it was Ritsuka.
“Mom, stop, no!” he yelled.
Then his mother, “Don’t you ever call me that, you little punk! You’re no son of mine!” I heard a strange sound that I can’t describe, but then Ritsuka screamed, and I knew I had to do something.
‘Think, Soubi,’ I told myself. ‘Ritsuka said to never show myself to his mother, but Seimei said to always protect him. s**t! I don’t want to choose!’ I clutched my head. Rituska needed my help, but I didn’t want to disobey him…what should I do?
Ritsuka screamed again, and I dug my fingernails tighter into my skull. Couldn’t disobey…orders…I had been told, constantly, as a child, that orders were everything. I lived to obey orders. I couldn’t disobey him. Unless….
“Soubi…” My head snapped up. It was Ritsuka!
“Help me…” He sobbed. “Soubi, help.”
I stood, not realizing that I had squatted down. It was an order. Ritsuka had found the loophole. If one order was to override another, go with the most current. That was the rule.
I grabbed the banister to the railing and cleanly vaulted over. When I landed, I found myself facing a very angry woman, clutching a dangerously pale Ritsuka. I instantly saw why.
“You…” I whispered. A kitchen knife, at least four inches, protruded from Ritsuka’s shoulder.
I glared at this so called mother.
I stepped forward, and said very quietly but forcefully. “Let go of Ritsuka.”
“Who are you?” She asked, her voice shaking but her murderous eyes steady.
I glanced at Ritsuka. He only had a few minutes before the blood loss would kill him. His lips and fingertips were starting to turn blue.
I held up my hands, showing there was nothing in them. Then, I quickly bounded forward and (roughly, I’m sorry Ritsuka) grabbed the boy from the woman’s arms. Before she could react, I wrapped my arms around Ritsuka and lifted him up, bounding up the stairs.
I slammed Ritsuka’s door behind me and locked it. I gently laid the boy on his bed and tried to asses the situation.
Ritsuka was hurt. He needed serious medical treatment, but I couldn’t take Ritsuka to the hospital, because then he’d have to explain the boy’s abusive mother, and how I knew him.
My thought process was interrupted as Ritsuka gasped and reached up and latched onto my arm. “Soubi…” He said in a breathy voice.
I fell to my knees next to the bed, coming eye-to-eye with the boy. “Yes, Ritsuka.” I said gravely.
“You have to take me to the hospital.”
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