Soubi paced.
He didn’t know what else to do. He was too nervous to sit still, so he paced in the waiting room. Minutes turned into hours as Ritsuka was rushed into surgery to safely get the knife out of his shoulder. His mother was in custody. It felt like his world was falling apart.
And all he could do was pace.
He was so used to having some one take care of everything. Seimei always had everything under his control. Nothing ever happened he hadn’t planned for.
But this happening to Ritsuka…Soubi never could have imagined. The man knew Ritsuka’s mother was off the deep end, but never…never like this.
Soubi’s head shot up as a doctor entered the hallway. He spotted Soubi and walked towards him. “Before I tell you anything, I need to know what relationship you have with Aoyagi-San.” The man said. He stood a few inches shorter than Soubi.
“I’m his lover.” Soubi said bluntly. “Now it Ritsuka going to live or not?”
The other man blinked in shock, but tried to hide it. “He’s going to be fine. How old are you, sir?”
Soubi hated this. “My name is Agatsuma Soubi, and I’m twenty. Can I see Ritsuka?” He asked.
“N-no, I’m sorry. He needs a few days to recover from the surgery and blood loss. He’ll need a transfusion soon.”
Soubi tried to be patient. “Sir, listen to me. I need to see Ritsuka. Now.” Soubi said, towering over the man. He looked frightened.
“O-kay, but only for a moment.” He said and led Soubi down the hallway. The Fighter followed anxiously.
The door opened, and there was Ritsuka, an IV in his arm and an oxygen mask over his nose and mouth.
Soubi sat down in a chair beside the hospital bed and leaned closer. “Ritsuka? Ritsuka, can you hear me?” He asked gently. After a moment, the young boy opened his eyes.
“Soubi?” He asked, eyes hooded. Said man smiled with relief and grabbed Ritsuka’s hand. “I’m here.” He assured.
Ritsuka smiled one of those smiles that went up to his eyes, and made Soubi’s heart flutter. “Good.” He whispered, squeezing Soubi’s hand.
“I have something I want you to do, okay?” Ritsuka said, eyes on the ceiling. Soubi nodded. “Anything.” He said.
Ritsuka breathed in, then out. “First, I don’t want you to stay here.” Ritsuka said, and Soubi started to protest, but Ritsuka didn’t let him. “That’s an order, Soubi. I know you’ll worry about me, but I need to rest.”
The doctor that was taking care of Ritsuka stood in the corner, watching with what seemed like a mixture of shock and wonder.
“Second,” Ritsuka continued. “I want you to get a hold of that judge, and maybe a good lawyer. I want to make sure they don’t send me away from you.”
“But what about your father?” Soubi asked, and Ritsuka gave a short laugh that ended in a cough. “He doesn’t care about me. I’d be surprised if he ‘s even noticed that me and mom are gone.”
Soubi looked at him sadly, but nodded. He removed Ritsuka’s oxygen mask and gave him a quick peck on the lips.
Ritsuka smiled so wide. “Thank you, Soubi.” He said, then his eyes closed and he fell asleep.
Soubi stood and asked the (still bewildered) doctor which way the exit was. The man pointed him in the right direction and Soubi walked home.
When he entered the front door he was greeted with a hug from Kio. “Sou-Chan, how are you?” The man asked, but his smile disappeared when he saw the sad and tired look on Soubi’s face.
“Ritsuka’s in the hospital. His mom’s in custody. I need a beer, and a long, long nap.” Soubi said, heading towards his bedroom.
Kio nodded and went to the kitchen to grab Soubi a beer. He walked into the bedroom and found Soubi, still fully clothed; lying on the bed with is eyes closed.
“Thanks.” He muttered when Kio handed him the can of alcohol. He sat up and chugged it, tossing the now empty can over the side of the bed. “I’ll be asleep for at least 15 hours. Please, keep things quiet, okay?” Soubi asked, and Kio nodded.
Kio left for his own home a few minutes later, and Soubi stayed on his bed. He drifted in and out of sleep, most of his dreams about Ritsuka.
The man awoke a few hours later. It was pitch black outside, and he didn’t know what time it was.
He stumbled from his bed to the bathroom, then back again a few minutes later. He dared to look at the clock. Three fifty-four.
Soubi found his way to the back porch and lit up. He cold night air whipped his hair around his head, but he didn’t care.
If it had been any other day, he’d probably go wake up Ritsuka. The boy would complain about the time and call Soubi crazy for being awake at this hour, but soon the two would be snuggled together under Ritsuka’s blanket, and the young boy would be asleep in Soubi’s arms.
Soubi smiled at the thought, and ground his cigarette out. “Those times will come back.” Soubi whispered to himself as he got back into bed. “It’ll take a while, and they’ll be some struggles, but things will be normal again.”
He drifted back off to sleep with those thoughts running through his head.
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