Some fics...
Title: BELOVED
Pairing: SeimeixRitsuka
Rating: G (future M)
Summary: With the return of his older brother, will Ritsuka's fragile world be whipped around? Yes it will...
Status: Incomplete, two chapters
Genre: Romance/Angst
The soft, cat-like appendages retreating within the silky black strands that they were identical to. The boy looked around, more than just slightly nervous of the horde of people bustling about. Soubi had all but insisted that he come here together, but Soubi doesn’t “insist” on anything. Instead he lets his master “decide” on what course of action to take, though he makes not so subtle hints at most irritating of times that he wants something.
For instance, today! It certainly wasn’t his idea to come to this obnoxiously loud and unruly “hip” restaurant! Soubi had waited for him patiently enough at the school gates, wanting for the Saturday class to dismiss, and then pounced on him with this new idea. Rather it was more of a request of his, but with the way he dismissed Yuiko and Yayoi before they could offer to walk them home. Honestly, it felt more like it was a demand.
Fidgeting slightly, Ritsuka absently rubbed his arm as he looked at everything except the blonde sitting right in front of him. He winced the slightest bit as his fingers lightly brushed against the newest of injuries his mother had made. He had hoped it would have healed a bit by now…but at least it wasn’t bleeding anymore. What was it that made her so mad this morning anyway?
Oh yeah…the painting. Soubi had been true to his word, for once, and gave him the most beautiful painting he had ever seen a few months ago. Unfortunately, the vibrant canvas was misplaced when his mother randomly cleaned his room one day while he was at school. Long story short, her Ritsuka would never ever hide such a thing, or steal. When he kept telling her it was a gift, she became enraged and threw so many more things at him this time. She didn’t miss her mark much either.
Sighing, he shifted his weight for the umpteenth time and waited impatiently for their ordered food to come. It wasn’t as though he felt particularly hungry, but the faster they ate the sooner they could leave. And the less he’d have to think about how much seeing Soubi made his heart ache. He wanted so much just to melt in the other man’s arms, whisper back ‘I love you’ and keep him forever. But he knew he couldn’t, Soubi belonged to Seimei after all.
The knowledge of who, in the end, held power over the blonde’s heart was devastating. When everything was said and done, Seimei’s word was still law. There was no denying it, and no way to get around the hideous truth. He loved his brother so much, but he still ached for something more. Deep inside he hid his heart well, even if he could hear it screaming at him every waking moment.
“Ritsuka?” The voice tore him abruptly from his thoughts, ripping him away from whatever plan he might have developed. “Is there something wrong? You look…”
“I’m fine!” He sounded irritated, and he didn’t know why he felt so angry. He was actually relieved to be torn from his depression, but somehow he wasn’t feeling at all grateful.
“I see,” Soubi frowned, not looking convinced. “Ritsuka, what’s been bothering you?”
“Nothing!” He felt himself slouch, slinking under the table as though he could hide himself. Thankfully their waitress interrupted, bringing their food that was erupting steam and the fresh smell of whatever it was they bought. He didn’t remember, nor care, what it was he was eating; but he shoveled the food in his mouth to avoid Soubi’s questions. When he finally realized it was pointless to ask, he sighed and ate slowly, watching Ritsuka carefully.
The walk home was a quiet one; Ritsuka still wasn’t ready to answer anything. Strangely enough, Soubi felt mild relief and just thought Ritsuka was finally punishing him. He was doing the same thing he did: refuse to let on to what was going on. “Are you sure?” Soubi stopped when Ritsuka reached the door, knowing full well he wasn’t allowed inside. The boy never paused or acknowledged him, and he took that as a ‘yes’ as he reluctantly made his way home.
Making his way around the house, he quietly checked to see the time while keeping an eye out for his mother. It was almost six; he only just made it. The sound of soft footsteps behind him startled Ritsuka and he gasped while his mother embraced him, for once in a loving manner.
“Ritsuka! My Ritsuka, you’ve come back to me! You must have!” She babbled on for quite a while, and Ritsuka was too tired to say he wasn’t her Ritsuka. No, just let her pretend for now, it would only do her good right? “Ritsuka-kun! Go upstairs, there’s a surprise waiting for you!”
Now somewhat afraid, he did as he was told, quietly wondering if this was another trap. What would the real Ritsuka do, obey his mother right? “Okay mom, I’ll go right up,” when she didn’t look at all displeased, he smiled gently. For once he did something right!
He let himself be dragged by his mother up the stairs, but she stopped in front of his room where the door was closed. “Go in, Ritsuka!” She sounded absolutely thrilled, and was all but beaming. After he grasped the doorknob and assured her that he was in fact going right into the room, she ran back down the stairs muttering something about making dinner. So had she finally cracked?
When he finally stopped musing about his mother and threw open the door, the sight of what lie inside was almost too much to take! Gasping, he took ginger steps into the room, stepping as though the floor were made of glass and a misstep would cause everything to shatter. “Sei-mei!”
*~*~*~*
“Sei-mei!” Ritsuka’s breath was caught, along with his body as the whole image settled in his mind. “Seimei!” Getting his voice back, he threw himself forward, no longer worried about shattering his world. If he were to crumble, may he fall quickly, but not before he met those strong arms once more!
“Ritsuka-kun, slow down!” He could tell he was only kidding, the lightness of his brother’s gentle voice told him so. The arms he longed for so long to safely wrap around him were at once pulling him in a tight embrace, which was eagerly returned by the black haired youth.
“Seimei! I knew it…” He let his face rest against his brother’s strong chest, feeling as though life were somehow returning to normal. No…not normal, it would be better than ever! Maybe now, his mother would finally…be this Ritsuka’s mother. It was too soon when Seimei needed to move, deciding it was best for them both to sit and talk for a bit before dinner.
“So Ritsuka, how has Soubi been?” The words stung, and Ritsuka had to look away. He hadn’t noticed just where his gaze had headed until he spotted the moon, and instantly thought of the blonde.
“…Okay.” Seimei frowned slightly, watching his dear brother closely and taking in this new side of him.
“What’s wrong Ritsuka?” The boy in question shivered slightly. He knew he’d eventually have to come to terms with his situation, but why now?! So…why did it hurt so much…?
“…Nothing…” His brother’s arms had once again found their way about him, and drug him back into an embrace. There had been no objection, they both knew there wouldn’t be, and for a while they both stayed lost in their own thoughts. Eventually they ran out of things to think on, and just listened to the world around them. It wasn’t long before Ritsuka was on the verge of sleep, taking comfort in what he thought was gone forever.
“Ne, Ritsuka-kun, it’s time to eat,” his voice was soft, not wanting to disrupt the serene moment they managed to settle into. He gently prodded the surprisingly thin body, aiming at a known sensitive area to convince the other of moving.
Once again Ritsuka moved with determined precision, taking extra care not to shatter the world around him. There was only so much pain you could handle in your life, and now that he’d had a taste of his brother’s return… If he were dreaming he never wanting to wake up, nightmare or not! Grasping the door handle with a shaking hand, he quickly looked back to see his brother. Relief rushed through his system when he met those welcoming eyes, and together they burst down the stairs.
……/
“Excuse me,” Seimei stood elegantly from his spot at the table, having finished his portions already. As Ritsuka rose to follow he gently forced him down, urging him to finish first. He really did need to eat more or something, didn’t he tell Soubi to take care of him?! He made a quick job of keeping his anger in check, and returned to his room.
Ritsuka never noticed the ice-blue eyes watching them both carefully from the balcony, though he never escaped Seimei. The blonde man stood silently regarding his true master, awaiting his orders. Though he had to admit to his jealousy at the way the two brothers were so openly affectionate. However, years of training and practice having paid off, Soubi allowed none of his inner most emotions leak into his expression.
“Soubi,” finally, his voice once again, “I ordered you to take care of Ritsuka…”
Soubi didn’t flinch away from the even gaze he was gaining from Seimei. He must have done something wrong somewhere, and where Ritsuka was concerned… Well things tended to get rather messy.
“…Punish me,” there was nothing that could have prepaired the blonde the next action. Seimei merely looked away, and shook his head slightly.
“…Perhaps, it’ll be best if you don’t see him for a little while. Clearly you haven’t done much good…” Soubi let none of inner turmoil show throw, though he was certain Seimei could feel it.
“Yes.” As much as it killed him inside, Seimei was his law. He would do as Seimei said, and rightly suffer when failing to do so.
Title: TEARLESS
Pairing: SoubixRitsuka, OCxRitsuka, Implied SeimeixRitsuka
Rating: T (future M)
Summary: Ritsuka has to balance being a teenager, having feelings for Soubi and Seimei, and some one claiming to be his Fighter has arrived! What's a boy to do?
Status: Incomplete, two chapters
Genre: Romance/Tragedy
Ritsuka sat quietly in the back of his new classroom, trying to adjust to his new setting at the high school. After graduating grade school, he managed to get himself into rather academically acclaimed schools along with Yayoi. At least he had one friend with him, he vaguely remembered the bubbly pink haired girl they had to part ways with. The morning’s announcements droned on, despite the noise his homeroom class made in total disregard to anyone that actually needed to hear them. He could care less; even though he was in his last year before attending high school, he had no interest in joining clubs.
Besides, he didn’t have the time for anything. Between his mother and newfound lack of sleep, it was a miracle he was still standing! Rather, he was sitting, but that wasn’t the point. His tail and ears twitched in annoyance as he thought over the past few days. His mother had been, well, his mother; and Soubi had been acting very strangely…
Plus he’d began having some very peculiar dreams. The kind you woke up panting and screaming from, but did not run to your parents to hide from the demons. In fact he’d been trying desperately to hide the nightly affairs from the household demon. Really, since when was he so attached to Seimei and Soubi? Deep down a part of him cried out loudly, clinging desperately to the both of them with all the might he had. He needed the love, wanted to feel safe; and he didn’t know how to make his desires known, even to himself entirely. It wasn’t as though he feared his beloved brother taking Soubi anymore; nor did he doubt his Fighter’s love…he was afraid of choosing.
Ritsuka was startled out of his rather inappropriate thoughts when the homeroom door opened softly and a boy, older than him by at least two years, entered. He obviously didn’t belong to this school, most likely the high school, so what was he doing here? He tensed as the increasingly familiar feeling settled within him, and he knew instantly that the other was a Fighter. Naturally he expected to be called out of the class, and was slowly starting to understand why he had arrived. If he wanted a fight, he was too early!
Making sure his cell was securely pocketed as he stood, he quietly followed the boy outside as he thanked the teacher. The boy closed the door securely behind him and motioned that he followed, which Ritsuka did obediently. He wanted to get to the bottom of this! He finally noticed that they were in fact not stopping after they turned down the third hall, but he calmed himself after remembering that he still has his phone with him. Just so long as Soubi picked up…
The blast of semi-cool air quickly brought him back to the present, and he forced himself to think fast. First he had to find out what this Fighter wanted, and why he came after him. Then he needed to get Soubi…
“Loveless,” the voice was soft and sweet, as though honey dipped, and it compelled Ritsuka to listen to what the boy was saying. “I’ve found you…finally…” There was no usual telltale sound of intimidation, what he was used to hearing with those wishing to battle, and he looked up to look at the fighter for what seemed to be the first time. His long hair was a dark dried blood color, tipped in black, and was extremely healthy. The ears and tail he sported resembled that of a fox, but they still retained a cat-like quality to them and both matched his hair. What finally caused his breath to catch were the beautiful golden honey eyes resting so perfectly in that femine face.
“Who are you?” He finally found his voice, and did his best to sound guarded and annoyed. It didn’t help that Soubi was never bothered by him when he got this way, he always said how much cuter it made him. This was not the time for that!
“Why, your true Fighter, Michihiko.” The elder boy smiled, letting the new knowledge sink in. He watched in mild amusement as Ritsuka gaped at him, and he took advantage of the lack of guard as he admired the boy’s features. Stepping up closer so their noses almost touched, “Call out Soubi if you want…I won’t stop you,” now he was smirking. He certainly felt sure of himself!
Flushing, Ritsuka glared at the infuriating pretty boy. Without wasting a moment, he brought out his cell, quickly punching in the keys that would bring up Soubi’s number automatically. After a few seconds, he all but held his breath while mentally praying that he’d pick up, he was answered with a worried Soubi.
“Ritsuka-kun? What’s wrong? Where are you?”
“Soubi! I’m at school…there’s a Fighter here,” he could feel his assigned guardian tense up, and immediately tell him he was coming. Mentally, he was sighing in relief. Without Soubi, he wasn’t sure how he could handle this…
~*~
Soubi watched the new teen carefully, watching him for any moves that would jeopardize their safety. Of course he’d never really do anything too bad without asking for Ritsuka’s permission first, if he thought he had to he’d fight! “…So you have proof of what you’re saying?” He glared harshly at the now beaming boy.
“As a matter of fact, I do! Ritsuka, lift your shirt!” He wasted no time in unbuttoning his own uniform, showing off his upper body. On his stomach was etched the word LOVELESS in a scribbled font, and it matched the one on Ritsuka’s now exposed skin. Satisfied with proving himself, he to cross over to Ritsuka, only to be stopped by Soubi. The stronger man held him back, glaring down at him as though he had just threatened Ritsuka’s very life!
“Ritsuka, I’ll see you again…” he let his gaze meet Soubi’s, not at all intimidated by the attimidately strong foe. He had his found his Sacrafice, and it was meant to be for them to meet. Fate had decided they come together, and he wouldn’t be intimidated away! Swatting off the appenge Soubi used to clasp him in place, he turned and walked off while letting Ritsuka ponder the day’s events. He could feel something coming, and knew they would be together very soon. He’d be there for Ritsuka when he needed it.
*~*~*~*
“Fate… Destiny…” Sighing to him self the black haired teen rolled slightly on the warm bed. The covers he let bunch around his feet, not caring to properly make the bed again while he rested his weary body. There was so much going on, and so much more to think about. Fate…it felt like somebody was having fun toying with his life, pulling and snapping strings as they decided fit. The word left a bitter taste in his mouth, and he came to the conclusion that he wasn’t fond of this makeshift “destiny”.
Truth be told, he was actually coming to terms with this hectic life he called his own. Things started looking better between him and Soubi, and over the years secrets were so much fewer. He even managed to uncover the truth about Seimei, with Soubi’s help of course. But now this…
Just who did he think he was?! Showing up, how many years after he needed someone? Now someone that he should be calling his own comes to stake a claim? Why… Why did it take so long? He didn’t need him now; Soubi was what he needed…even if he couldn’t claim him entirely. But that wasn’t what he wanted, when it came down to it Soubi was his fighter, they were LOVELESS.
Allowing his eyes to rest, he tried to force his thoughts to wander. This wasn’t good, what he needed was rest. Doing his best to relax, he concentrated on the warm breeze filtered threw his sheer curtains. His windows were wide open, as though waiting…
………………………../
Ritsuka breathing was soft and even, the moon filtering in between his blinds. His lithe form was curled slightly; tucked up and close to his own warmth, tail flicking gently against the blanket tossed around his feet. The dark brows were furrowed together as though he were concentrating deeply, but he never once stirred. Michihiko smiled as he watched the sight painted before him.
Quietly stepping up, he sat down gently to be close to the resting figure. His other half, the only one for him. It was only natural that Ritsuka remained peacefully oblivious, calmly resting in the protection of the one who truly belonged with him. The hand that brushed the soft locks away from those beautiful, yet closed, eyes was never noticed it seemed.
“Ritsuka,” that voice again, so sweet it caused shivers to run through Ritsuka’s body, “I’m afraid it’s time to wake now.”
Obediently, violet orbs slowly peaked up at the form caressing his face in the shadowed room as he sat up. “…S-Soubi?” The voice was so confused, and slightly shocked all at once. Though not once did he try to break the contact between them.
“I’m afraid not,” Ritsuka gasped, realization dawning on him. There was only one other person it could be! “But you can relax, I only needed to be with you…”
“Like I’d believe that!” His body was tense, his cat like hiss threatening to escape while he angrily fought off the hand and glared.
“Please, you must believe me! I wouldn’t lie to you! Not like…him,” the honey-sweet voice dropped, sounding more dangerous while he implied Soubi’s name.
“What makes you think I should trust you?!” He still wasn’t willing to go along with anything, especially now that he and Soubi… Well they had started doing so good!
“We’re LOVELESS,” he sounded so sure, as if there was nothing else to the matter. “I know what you’ve been through and I’m so sorry I was too weak to come for you. But, I’m here now, and will fight for you!” He sounded so passionate; the very idea that someone was able to believe so strongly was enough to lure Ritsuka in. He hadn’t really changed dramatically since elementary, much to sensei’s disappointment.
“So, you’re here now…”
Michihiko smirked, that was so like Ritsuka! Ritsuka looked about ready to sulk, he wasn’t sure what to do was he? With the same gentle sureness his voice possessed, his let his arms drape about Ritsuka’s small shoulders. “Yeah, suppose I am. And I’m not going to let you be alone anymore…”
Ritsuka never responded, his voice seemed lost in the swarm of thought and emotions he suddenly started having. He thought he loved Soubi, but did he just need something after Seimei left him? But wasn’t what he and Soubi shared, special? Though he had to admit, he wouldn’t be leaving this embrace too soon…so what was he to do?
………………………../
Classes went by, droll as ever, and without interruption this time. Actually, he was somewhat disappointed; he really wouldn’t have minded a distraction from his thoughts. Approaching Soubi slowly, almost carefully, he took a while to look at the other man. Of course Soubi didn’t much notice, rather he didn’t say much about it. Until they made it all the way home, typical.
“Ne, Ritsuka-kun, are you sure you’re okay?”
“Yes, why?” He couldn’t stand the way his voice was caked with concern and worry. It just ate at him from the inside out, and it was just too much to bear…
“Because that’s the Zero’s house…”
He could have died then, but the noise from outside alerted the curious boys of rather interesting visitors. Long story short, Ritsuka landed on the bed sandwiched between Natsuo and Youji, frightening to keep his clothes in place.
“So is it true?” Youji never paid attention to Soubi’s dangerously narrowing eyes.
“Is what true?” Ritsuka’s curiosity was getting the best of him, and if it was enough to upset those two. Well, he wanted to know!
“That you have a fighter now!” Natsuo’s face was dangerously close to his own, and Ritsuka never fought off the flush.
While Soubi was in the process of snapping, ready to rip the other boys off Ritsuka and ravish him there to make it clear just whom the boy was with; the door slammed open. All heads swiveled in its direction, blinking at the beautiful intruder who shrugged off the awkward entrance as though it were expected.
“You mean me?” Michihiko quickly stalked over and moved Youji over so he was sitting beside Ritsuka. “Then yes, it’s true… Right Ritsu-kun?”
The Zero’s quickly got out of their initial shock, and tried to determine just what to do with this new intruder. “Ah, so Ritsuka is really LOVELESS now…” Niether knew what to say, but it was obvious which they preferred. Even though they owed their lives to Soubi. “Ne, Soubi-kun, guess you really aren’t needed!”
Youji never saw the look in Soubi’s eyes, the one that screamed danger at you so loud it was all but silent. Ritsuka shuddered, wanting to shrug away and return Michihiko’s sudden and tight embrace. Why…now he was suddenly torn between two people, separate emotions. Just who would he have to sacrifice in the end?
Pairing: SeimeixRitsuka
Rating: G (future M)
Summary: With the return of his older brother, will Ritsuka's fragile world be whipped around? Yes it will...
Status: Incomplete, two chapters
Genre: Romance/Angst
The soft, cat-like appendages retreating within the silky black strands that they were identical to. The boy looked around, more than just slightly nervous of the horde of people bustling about. Soubi had all but insisted that he come here together, but Soubi doesn’t “insist” on anything. Instead he lets his master “decide” on what course of action to take, though he makes not so subtle hints at most irritating of times that he wants something.
For instance, today! It certainly wasn’t his idea to come to this obnoxiously loud and unruly “hip” restaurant! Soubi had waited for him patiently enough at the school gates, wanting for the Saturday class to dismiss, and then pounced on him with this new idea. Rather it was more of a request of his, but with the way he dismissed Yuiko and Yayoi before they could offer to walk them home. Honestly, it felt more like it was a demand.
Fidgeting slightly, Ritsuka absently rubbed his arm as he looked at everything except the blonde sitting right in front of him. He winced the slightest bit as his fingers lightly brushed against the newest of injuries his mother had made. He had hoped it would have healed a bit by now…but at least it wasn’t bleeding anymore. What was it that made her so mad this morning anyway?
Oh yeah…the painting. Soubi had been true to his word, for once, and gave him the most beautiful painting he had ever seen a few months ago. Unfortunately, the vibrant canvas was misplaced when his mother randomly cleaned his room one day while he was at school. Long story short, her Ritsuka would never ever hide such a thing, or steal. When he kept telling her it was a gift, she became enraged and threw so many more things at him this time. She didn’t miss her mark much either.
Sighing, he shifted his weight for the umpteenth time and waited impatiently for their ordered food to come. It wasn’t as though he felt particularly hungry, but the faster they ate the sooner they could leave. And the less he’d have to think about how much seeing Soubi made his heart ache. He wanted so much just to melt in the other man’s arms, whisper back ‘I love you’ and keep him forever. But he knew he couldn’t, Soubi belonged to Seimei after all.
The knowledge of who, in the end, held power over the blonde’s heart was devastating. When everything was said and done, Seimei’s word was still law. There was no denying it, and no way to get around the hideous truth. He loved his brother so much, but he still ached for something more. Deep inside he hid his heart well, even if he could hear it screaming at him every waking moment.
“Ritsuka?” The voice tore him abruptly from his thoughts, ripping him away from whatever plan he might have developed. “Is there something wrong? You look…”
“I’m fine!” He sounded irritated, and he didn’t know why he felt so angry. He was actually relieved to be torn from his depression, but somehow he wasn’t feeling at all grateful.
“I see,” Soubi frowned, not looking convinced. “Ritsuka, what’s been bothering you?”
“Nothing!” He felt himself slouch, slinking under the table as though he could hide himself. Thankfully their waitress interrupted, bringing their food that was erupting steam and the fresh smell of whatever it was they bought. He didn’t remember, nor care, what it was he was eating; but he shoveled the food in his mouth to avoid Soubi’s questions. When he finally realized it was pointless to ask, he sighed and ate slowly, watching Ritsuka carefully.
The walk home was a quiet one; Ritsuka still wasn’t ready to answer anything. Strangely enough, Soubi felt mild relief and just thought Ritsuka was finally punishing him. He was doing the same thing he did: refuse to let on to what was going on. “Are you sure?” Soubi stopped when Ritsuka reached the door, knowing full well he wasn’t allowed inside. The boy never paused or acknowledged him, and he took that as a ‘yes’ as he reluctantly made his way home.
Making his way around the house, he quietly checked to see the time while keeping an eye out for his mother. It was almost six; he only just made it. The sound of soft footsteps behind him startled Ritsuka and he gasped while his mother embraced him, for once in a loving manner.
“Ritsuka! My Ritsuka, you’ve come back to me! You must have!” She babbled on for quite a while, and Ritsuka was too tired to say he wasn’t her Ritsuka. No, just let her pretend for now, it would only do her good right? “Ritsuka-kun! Go upstairs, there’s a surprise waiting for you!”
Now somewhat afraid, he did as he was told, quietly wondering if this was another trap. What would the real Ritsuka do, obey his mother right? “Okay mom, I’ll go right up,” when she didn’t look at all displeased, he smiled gently. For once he did something right!
He let himself be dragged by his mother up the stairs, but she stopped in front of his room where the door was closed. “Go in, Ritsuka!” She sounded absolutely thrilled, and was all but beaming. After he grasped the doorknob and assured her that he was in fact going right into the room, she ran back down the stairs muttering something about making dinner. So had she finally cracked?
When he finally stopped musing about his mother and threw open the door, the sight of what lie inside was almost too much to take! Gasping, he took ginger steps into the room, stepping as though the floor were made of glass and a misstep would cause everything to shatter. “Sei-mei!”
*~*~*~*
“Sei-mei!” Ritsuka’s breath was caught, along with his body as the whole image settled in his mind. “Seimei!” Getting his voice back, he threw himself forward, no longer worried about shattering his world. If he were to crumble, may he fall quickly, but not before he met those strong arms once more!
“Ritsuka-kun, slow down!” He could tell he was only kidding, the lightness of his brother’s gentle voice told him so. The arms he longed for so long to safely wrap around him were at once pulling him in a tight embrace, which was eagerly returned by the black haired youth.
“Seimei! I knew it…” He let his face rest against his brother’s strong chest, feeling as though life were somehow returning to normal. No…not normal, it would be better than ever! Maybe now, his mother would finally…be this Ritsuka’s mother. It was too soon when Seimei needed to move, deciding it was best for them both to sit and talk for a bit before dinner.
“So Ritsuka, how has Soubi been?” The words stung, and Ritsuka had to look away. He hadn’t noticed just where his gaze had headed until he spotted the moon, and instantly thought of the blonde.
“…Okay.” Seimei frowned slightly, watching his dear brother closely and taking in this new side of him.
“What’s wrong Ritsuka?” The boy in question shivered slightly. He knew he’d eventually have to come to terms with his situation, but why now?! So…why did it hurt so much…?
“…Nothing…” His brother’s arms had once again found their way about him, and drug him back into an embrace. There had been no objection, they both knew there wouldn’t be, and for a while they both stayed lost in their own thoughts. Eventually they ran out of things to think on, and just listened to the world around them. It wasn’t long before Ritsuka was on the verge of sleep, taking comfort in what he thought was gone forever.
“Ne, Ritsuka-kun, it’s time to eat,” his voice was soft, not wanting to disrupt the serene moment they managed to settle into. He gently prodded the surprisingly thin body, aiming at a known sensitive area to convince the other of moving.
Once again Ritsuka moved with determined precision, taking extra care not to shatter the world around him. There was only so much pain you could handle in your life, and now that he’d had a taste of his brother’s return… If he were dreaming he never wanting to wake up, nightmare or not! Grasping the door handle with a shaking hand, he quickly looked back to see his brother. Relief rushed through his system when he met those welcoming eyes, and together they burst down the stairs.
……/
“Excuse me,” Seimei stood elegantly from his spot at the table, having finished his portions already. As Ritsuka rose to follow he gently forced him down, urging him to finish first. He really did need to eat more or something, didn’t he tell Soubi to take care of him?! He made a quick job of keeping his anger in check, and returned to his room.
Ritsuka never noticed the ice-blue eyes watching them both carefully from the balcony, though he never escaped Seimei. The blonde man stood silently regarding his true master, awaiting his orders. Though he had to admit to his jealousy at the way the two brothers were so openly affectionate. However, years of training and practice having paid off, Soubi allowed none of his inner most emotions leak into his expression.
“Soubi,” finally, his voice once again, “I ordered you to take care of Ritsuka…”
Soubi didn’t flinch away from the even gaze he was gaining from Seimei. He must have done something wrong somewhere, and where Ritsuka was concerned… Well things tended to get rather messy.
“…Punish me,” there was nothing that could have prepaired the blonde the next action. Seimei merely looked away, and shook his head slightly.
“…Perhaps, it’ll be best if you don’t see him for a little while. Clearly you haven’t done much good…” Soubi let none of inner turmoil show throw, though he was certain Seimei could feel it.
“Yes.” As much as it killed him inside, Seimei was his law. He would do as Seimei said, and rightly suffer when failing to do so.
Title: TEARLESS
Pairing: SoubixRitsuka, OCxRitsuka, Implied SeimeixRitsuka
Rating: T (future M)
Summary: Ritsuka has to balance being a teenager, having feelings for Soubi and Seimei, and some one claiming to be his Fighter has arrived! What's a boy to do?
Status: Incomplete, two chapters
Genre: Romance/Tragedy
Ritsuka sat quietly in the back of his new classroom, trying to adjust to his new setting at the high school. After graduating grade school, he managed to get himself into rather academically acclaimed schools along with Yayoi. At least he had one friend with him, he vaguely remembered the bubbly pink haired girl they had to part ways with. The morning’s announcements droned on, despite the noise his homeroom class made in total disregard to anyone that actually needed to hear them. He could care less; even though he was in his last year before attending high school, he had no interest in joining clubs.
Besides, he didn’t have the time for anything. Between his mother and newfound lack of sleep, it was a miracle he was still standing! Rather, he was sitting, but that wasn’t the point. His tail and ears twitched in annoyance as he thought over the past few days. His mother had been, well, his mother; and Soubi had been acting very strangely…
Plus he’d began having some very peculiar dreams. The kind you woke up panting and screaming from, but did not run to your parents to hide from the demons. In fact he’d been trying desperately to hide the nightly affairs from the household demon. Really, since when was he so attached to Seimei and Soubi? Deep down a part of him cried out loudly, clinging desperately to the both of them with all the might he had. He needed the love, wanted to feel safe; and he didn’t know how to make his desires known, even to himself entirely. It wasn’t as though he feared his beloved brother taking Soubi anymore; nor did he doubt his Fighter’s love…he was afraid of choosing.
Ritsuka was startled out of his rather inappropriate thoughts when the homeroom door opened softly and a boy, older than him by at least two years, entered. He obviously didn’t belong to this school, most likely the high school, so what was he doing here? He tensed as the increasingly familiar feeling settled within him, and he knew instantly that the other was a Fighter. Naturally he expected to be called out of the class, and was slowly starting to understand why he had arrived. If he wanted a fight, he was too early!
Making sure his cell was securely pocketed as he stood, he quietly followed the boy outside as he thanked the teacher. The boy closed the door securely behind him and motioned that he followed, which Ritsuka did obediently. He wanted to get to the bottom of this! He finally noticed that they were in fact not stopping after they turned down the third hall, but he calmed himself after remembering that he still has his phone with him. Just so long as Soubi picked up…
The blast of semi-cool air quickly brought him back to the present, and he forced himself to think fast. First he had to find out what this Fighter wanted, and why he came after him. Then he needed to get Soubi…
“Loveless,” the voice was soft and sweet, as though honey dipped, and it compelled Ritsuka to listen to what the boy was saying. “I’ve found you…finally…” There was no usual telltale sound of intimidation, what he was used to hearing with those wishing to battle, and he looked up to look at the fighter for what seemed to be the first time. His long hair was a dark dried blood color, tipped in black, and was extremely healthy. The ears and tail he sported resembled that of a fox, but they still retained a cat-like quality to them and both matched his hair. What finally caused his breath to catch were the beautiful golden honey eyes resting so perfectly in that femine face.
“Who are you?” He finally found his voice, and did his best to sound guarded and annoyed. It didn’t help that Soubi was never bothered by him when he got this way, he always said how much cuter it made him. This was not the time for that!
“Why, your true Fighter, Michihiko.” The elder boy smiled, letting the new knowledge sink in. He watched in mild amusement as Ritsuka gaped at him, and he took advantage of the lack of guard as he admired the boy’s features. Stepping up closer so their noses almost touched, “Call out Soubi if you want…I won’t stop you,” now he was smirking. He certainly felt sure of himself!
Flushing, Ritsuka glared at the infuriating pretty boy. Without wasting a moment, he brought out his cell, quickly punching in the keys that would bring up Soubi’s number automatically. After a few seconds, he all but held his breath while mentally praying that he’d pick up, he was answered with a worried Soubi.
“Ritsuka-kun? What’s wrong? Where are you?”
“Soubi! I’m at school…there’s a Fighter here,” he could feel his assigned guardian tense up, and immediately tell him he was coming. Mentally, he was sighing in relief. Without Soubi, he wasn’t sure how he could handle this…
~*~
Soubi watched the new teen carefully, watching him for any moves that would jeopardize their safety. Of course he’d never really do anything too bad without asking for Ritsuka’s permission first, if he thought he had to he’d fight! “…So you have proof of what you’re saying?” He glared harshly at the now beaming boy.
“As a matter of fact, I do! Ritsuka, lift your shirt!” He wasted no time in unbuttoning his own uniform, showing off his upper body. On his stomach was etched the word LOVELESS in a scribbled font, and it matched the one on Ritsuka’s now exposed skin. Satisfied with proving himself, he to cross over to Ritsuka, only to be stopped by Soubi. The stronger man held him back, glaring down at him as though he had just threatened Ritsuka’s very life!
“Ritsuka, I’ll see you again…” he let his gaze meet Soubi’s, not at all intimidated by the attimidately strong foe. He had his found his Sacrafice, and it was meant to be for them to meet. Fate had decided they come together, and he wouldn’t be intimidated away! Swatting off the appenge Soubi used to clasp him in place, he turned and walked off while letting Ritsuka ponder the day’s events. He could feel something coming, and knew they would be together very soon. He’d be there for Ritsuka when he needed it.
*~*~*~*
“Fate… Destiny…” Sighing to him self the black haired teen rolled slightly on the warm bed. The covers he let bunch around his feet, not caring to properly make the bed again while he rested his weary body. There was so much going on, and so much more to think about. Fate…it felt like somebody was having fun toying with his life, pulling and snapping strings as they decided fit. The word left a bitter taste in his mouth, and he came to the conclusion that he wasn’t fond of this makeshift “destiny”.
Truth be told, he was actually coming to terms with this hectic life he called his own. Things started looking better between him and Soubi, and over the years secrets were so much fewer. He even managed to uncover the truth about Seimei, with Soubi’s help of course. But now this…
Just who did he think he was?! Showing up, how many years after he needed someone? Now someone that he should be calling his own comes to stake a claim? Why… Why did it take so long? He didn’t need him now; Soubi was what he needed…even if he couldn’t claim him entirely. But that wasn’t what he wanted, when it came down to it Soubi was his fighter, they were LOVELESS.
Allowing his eyes to rest, he tried to force his thoughts to wander. This wasn’t good, what he needed was rest. Doing his best to relax, he concentrated on the warm breeze filtered threw his sheer curtains. His windows were wide open, as though waiting…
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Ritsuka breathing was soft and even, the moon filtering in between his blinds. His lithe form was curled slightly; tucked up and close to his own warmth, tail flicking gently against the blanket tossed around his feet. The dark brows were furrowed together as though he were concentrating deeply, but he never once stirred. Michihiko smiled as he watched the sight painted before him.
Quietly stepping up, he sat down gently to be close to the resting figure. His other half, the only one for him. It was only natural that Ritsuka remained peacefully oblivious, calmly resting in the protection of the one who truly belonged with him. The hand that brushed the soft locks away from those beautiful, yet closed, eyes was never noticed it seemed.
“Ritsuka,” that voice again, so sweet it caused shivers to run through Ritsuka’s body, “I’m afraid it’s time to wake now.”
Obediently, violet orbs slowly peaked up at the form caressing his face in the shadowed room as he sat up. “…S-Soubi?” The voice was so confused, and slightly shocked all at once. Though not once did he try to break the contact between them.
“I’m afraid not,” Ritsuka gasped, realization dawning on him. There was only one other person it could be! “But you can relax, I only needed to be with you…”
“Like I’d believe that!” His body was tense, his cat like hiss threatening to escape while he angrily fought off the hand and glared.
“Please, you must believe me! I wouldn’t lie to you! Not like…him,” the honey-sweet voice dropped, sounding more dangerous while he implied Soubi’s name.
“What makes you think I should trust you?!” He still wasn’t willing to go along with anything, especially now that he and Soubi… Well they had started doing so good!
“We’re LOVELESS,” he sounded so sure, as if there was nothing else to the matter. “I know what you’ve been through and I’m so sorry I was too weak to come for you. But, I’m here now, and will fight for you!” He sounded so passionate; the very idea that someone was able to believe so strongly was enough to lure Ritsuka in. He hadn’t really changed dramatically since elementary, much to sensei’s disappointment.
“So, you’re here now…”
Michihiko smirked, that was so like Ritsuka! Ritsuka looked about ready to sulk, he wasn’t sure what to do was he? With the same gentle sureness his voice possessed, his let his arms drape about Ritsuka’s small shoulders. “Yeah, suppose I am. And I’m not going to let you be alone anymore…”
Ritsuka never responded, his voice seemed lost in the swarm of thought and emotions he suddenly started having. He thought he loved Soubi, but did he just need something after Seimei left him? But wasn’t what he and Soubi shared, special? Though he had to admit, he wouldn’t be leaving this embrace too soon…so what was he to do?
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Classes went by, droll as ever, and without interruption this time. Actually, he was somewhat disappointed; he really wouldn’t have minded a distraction from his thoughts. Approaching Soubi slowly, almost carefully, he took a while to look at the other man. Of course Soubi didn’t much notice, rather he didn’t say much about it. Until they made it all the way home, typical.
“Ne, Ritsuka-kun, are you sure you’re okay?”
“Yes, why?” He couldn’t stand the way his voice was caked with concern and worry. It just ate at him from the inside out, and it was just too much to bear…
“Because that’s the Zero’s house…”
He could have died then, but the noise from outside alerted the curious boys of rather interesting visitors. Long story short, Ritsuka landed on the bed sandwiched between Natsuo and Youji, frightening to keep his clothes in place.
“So is it true?” Youji never paid attention to Soubi’s dangerously narrowing eyes.
“Is what true?” Ritsuka’s curiosity was getting the best of him, and if it was enough to upset those two. Well, he wanted to know!
“That you have a fighter now!” Natsuo’s face was dangerously close to his own, and Ritsuka never fought off the flush.
While Soubi was in the process of snapping, ready to rip the other boys off Ritsuka and ravish him there to make it clear just whom the boy was with; the door slammed open. All heads swiveled in its direction, blinking at the beautiful intruder who shrugged off the awkward entrance as though it were expected.
“You mean me?” Michihiko quickly stalked over and moved Youji over so he was sitting beside Ritsuka. “Then yes, it’s true… Right Ritsu-kun?”
The Zero’s quickly got out of their initial shock, and tried to determine just what to do with this new intruder. “Ah, so Ritsuka is really LOVELESS now…” Niether knew what to say, but it was obvious which they preferred. Even though they owed their lives to Soubi. “Ne, Soubi-kun, guess you really aren’t needed!”
Youji never saw the look in Soubi’s eyes, the one that screamed danger at you so loud it was all but silent. Ritsuka shuddered, wanting to shrug away and return Michihiko’s sudden and tight embrace. Why…now he was suddenly torn between two people, separate emotions. Just who would he have to sacrifice in the end?