Loveless Drabble: Metamorphosis [Ritsuka; PG]
Title: Metamorphosis
Author: Ria
Rating: PG
Characters: Ritsuka
Challenge: Alteration
Words: 346
Written for loveless100.
Metamorphosis
What is lost cannot be given back.
It's in the little things, really.
Sometimes, when Yuiko insists that they go shopping after school, and Yayoi follows with flattened ears and bristling tail, Ritsuka will hear it. Almost lost in a barrage of cheesy pop and painful rock music:a gentle folk song, or something, the flute lilting and rising into a gradual crescendo.
Seimei's favourite song.
It's gone in an instant, and he is left standing in the middle of the street, people grumbling as they pass around him. Reality comes crashing back and he runs to catch up to Yuiko, who is calling him as she waves and laughs, and Yayoi, who is looking at him askance again.
Ritsuka is always late home after Yuiko's shopping trips, though he refuses to stop going on them, and he curls into a ball on his bed as he listens to his mother below. He cringes along with every smashing sound, and the thought - though he knows better now - crosses his mind again that he does not deserve any of this. He does not deserve to be alive while Seimei lies dead.
Ritsuka is not Ritsuka.
Ritsuka is not real.
No.
He almost falls off the bed, rushing into the bathroom. He pauses in front of the mirror, gazing at himself. He touches his cheek, ignoring the blooming red mark, and wonders why Soubi likes looking at him so much, likes touching him so much. He's nothing special, not really.
Loveless.
Ritsuka plucks at his ears and swishes his tail, wondering yet again what losing them would be like. He thinks of Soubi, and then of the female Zero, and blushes, hurrying back to his room.
His mother is starting to scream again. A line of tension runs up Ritsuka's spine when he hears her footsteps come closer. He hunches in on himself, his ears drooping.
Then his phone beeps and trills, and Ritsuka immediately relaxes, his breath flowing out in a long, slow sigh. It doesn't matter; it will be all right.
No matter what happens.
Soubi.
Beloved.
Author: Ria
Rating: PG
Characters: Ritsuka
Challenge: Alteration
Words: 346
Written for loveless100.
Metamorphosis
What is lost cannot be given back.
It's in the little things, really.
Sometimes, when Yuiko insists that they go shopping after school, and Yayoi follows with flattened ears and bristling tail, Ritsuka will hear it. Almost lost in a barrage of cheesy pop and painful rock music:a gentle folk song, or something, the flute lilting and rising into a gradual crescendo.
Seimei's favourite song.
It's gone in an instant, and he is left standing in the middle of the street, people grumbling as they pass around him. Reality comes crashing back and he runs to catch up to Yuiko, who is calling him as she waves and laughs, and Yayoi, who is looking at him askance again.
Ritsuka is always late home after Yuiko's shopping trips, though he refuses to stop going on them, and he curls into a ball on his bed as he listens to his mother below. He cringes along with every smashing sound, and the thought - though he knows better now - crosses his mind again that he does not deserve any of this. He does not deserve to be alive while Seimei lies dead.
Ritsuka is not Ritsuka.
Ritsuka is not real.
No.
He almost falls off the bed, rushing into the bathroom. He pauses in front of the mirror, gazing at himself. He touches his cheek, ignoring the blooming red mark, and wonders why Soubi likes looking at him so much, likes touching him so much. He's nothing special, not really.
Loveless.
Ritsuka plucks at his ears and swishes his tail, wondering yet again what losing them would be like. He thinks of Soubi, and then of the female Zero, and blushes, hurrying back to his room.
His mother is starting to scream again. A line of tension runs up Ritsuka's spine when he hears her footsteps come closer. He hunches in on himself, his ears drooping.
Then his phone beeps and trills, and Ritsuka immediately relaxes, his breath flowing out in a long, slow sigh. It doesn't matter; it will be all right.
No matter what happens.
Soubi.
Beloved.