Loveless100: Dreams
Challenge: Dreams
Title: A Skewed Perspective
Rated: PG for scary
Characters: Ritsuka, Soubi, Mama Batshit, and ~~?
Words: 500 (GOD SHORT D:)
Early morning was a time to be slept through, to clear the body of exhaustion born from spending all night running around town with an older man fighting people hardly worth the lost sleep. It was meant to be spent snuggled safely under a blanket, head buried in a pillow, blissfully ignoring any noise in the house that did not require immediate attention. The sun was just barely up; the sky was blood red. Nothing needed attending to.
Except, perhaps, the incessant pounding on his door.
“What is it…?” Ritsuka mumbled faintly, noting that his voice was thicker with sleep; deeper than usual. “What’s going on?”
“Wake up, wake up!” His panicked mother’s voice shrilled from the other side of the door, and Ritsuka sighed heavily, rolling over to hide his face in his pillow. It was too early to deal with his mother. She could wait until the sun was up, couldn’t she?
The pounding increased, and not just in the dark-haired youth’s head. “Wake up, wake up, something’s happened to your brother!”
To Seimei?!
Without a pause, Ritsuka rolled out of bed and-- ignoring the way the room spun, that everything seemed lower to the ground--rushed to grab a shirt. “I’ll be right out, mom!” he called, moving to the window to grab his belt; he did not remember leaving it there, but it was on the windowsill waiting.
And so was someone else.
“Soubi?!” he cried, surprised to see the man outside. “What are you doing here? Now isn’t the time!”
“Shall I leave?” Soubi asked, hardly looking the least bit phased, as though he had expected such a reaction from his Sacrifice. He likely had; Soubi knew.
Annoyed, Ritsuka hurried to thrust the strap through his belt loops. “Of course! I’ll call you later,” he snapped, “Something happened to my brother--I have to take care of it!”
The blonde-haired man nodded obediently and was gone. Ignoring his departure, Ritsuka hurried back into the hall. “I’m sorry, mom,” he said, but the woman paid him no heed, running down the hall toward the bathroom, repeating herself; “Something’s happened to your brother!”
‘How?’ Ritsuka wondered, barely stumbling to keep up. The woman was somehow shorter than before; it was easy to keep her pace. ’Seimei died… Why is Soubi here? He promised to stay away!’
And why did he know Soubi?
“I’ve got it, mom,” Ritsuka offered as they reached the door; she could not open it. She stepped away, muttering about her baby. Perplexed, he turned away and opened the door. “Seimei…?”
The boy that looked up at him was not Seimei; it was like looking in a mirror two years ago.
Ritsuka.
He screamed louder than he thought was possible.
He jerked awake with a start, panting heavily. Afraid, confused and close to panicking, he reached for his desk and grabbed a mirror. He needed to be sure. Was he Seimei, or…
The face staring back at him was the same as the dream.
Title: A Skewed Perspective
Rated: PG for scary
Characters: Ritsuka, Soubi, Mama Batshit, and ~~?
Words: 500 (GOD SHORT D:)
Early morning was a time to be slept through, to clear the body of exhaustion born from spending all night running around town with an older man fighting people hardly worth the lost sleep. It was meant to be spent snuggled safely under a blanket, head buried in a pillow, blissfully ignoring any noise in the house that did not require immediate attention. The sun was just barely up; the sky was blood red. Nothing needed attending to.
Except, perhaps, the incessant pounding on his door.
“What is it…?” Ritsuka mumbled faintly, noting that his voice was thicker with sleep; deeper than usual. “What’s going on?”
“Wake up, wake up!” His panicked mother’s voice shrilled from the other side of the door, and Ritsuka sighed heavily, rolling over to hide his face in his pillow. It was too early to deal with his mother. She could wait until the sun was up, couldn’t she?
The pounding increased, and not just in the dark-haired youth’s head. “Wake up, wake up, something’s happened to your brother!”
To Seimei?!
Without a pause, Ritsuka rolled out of bed and-- ignoring the way the room spun, that everything seemed lower to the ground--rushed to grab a shirt. “I’ll be right out, mom!” he called, moving to the window to grab his belt; he did not remember leaving it there, but it was on the windowsill waiting.
And so was someone else.
“Soubi?!” he cried, surprised to see the man outside. “What are you doing here? Now isn’t the time!”
“Shall I leave?” Soubi asked, hardly looking the least bit phased, as though he had expected such a reaction from his Sacrifice. He likely had; Soubi knew.
Annoyed, Ritsuka hurried to thrust the strap through his belt loops. “Of course! I’ll call you later,” he snapped, “Something happened to my brother--I have to take care of it!”
The blonde-haired man nodded obediently and was gone. Ignoring his departure, Ritsuka hurried back into the hall. “I’m sorry, mom,” he said, but the woman paid him no heed, running down the hall toward the bathroom, repeating herself; “Something’s happened to your brother!”
‘How?’ Ritsuka wondered, barely stumbling to keep up. The woman was somehow shorter than before; it was easy to keep her pace. ’Seimei died… Why is Soubi here? He promised to stay away!’
And why did he know Soubi?
“I’ve got it, mom,” Ritsuka offered as they reached the door; she could not open it. She stepped away, muttering about her baby. Perplexed, he turned away and opened the door. “Seimei…?”
The boy that looked up at him was not Seimei; it was like looking in a mirror two years ago.
Ritsuka.
He screamed louder than he thought was possible.
He jerked awake with a start, panting heavily. Afraid, confused and close to panicking, he reached for his desk and grabbed a mirror. He needed to be sure. Was he Seimei, or…
The face staring back at him was the same as the dream.