Ficbits: Believe Me; Screaming Into The Wind
[x-posted to aoyagicest; apologies if you see this twice]
Just a couple of Seimei/Ritsuka ficbits. Can be read alone, or as one following on from the other....
Title: Believe Me
Summary: Sometimes, Seimei tells the truth.
Rating: PG-13
Warnings: Incest? Also Seimei.
Pairing: Implied one-sided Seimei/Ritsuka
"So how was school today?"
"Huh? Oh... well, we did some stuff about the story of the Monkey King. It was kind of cool."
"Really?" said Seimei, reaching down into the water to lather a leg. "I never understood that story when we read it in school. It always went over my head."
"I thought it was okay," said Ritsuka. "I mean, I get it, I think. I could tell you later?"
"Sure. I'd like to hear Ritsuka read me a story."
Ritsuka twitched his ears. "Well, I wasn't going to read it out loud. That'd take forever. But I could talk you through my handouts."
"Really, and I thought you were going to tuck me in." Seimei smiled. "It sounds like fun."
"Mm." Ritsuka glanced down at the water, then blushed. "...hey, Seimei?"
Seimei's closed lashes parted slowly, as if he'd been woken from a daydream. "Yes?"
Ritsuka only reddened further at the acknowledgment of his non-statement. He waved his hand vaguely in the direction of Seimei's thighs and made a few noncommittal sounds in the back of his throat. With a hmm of curiosity, Seimei looked down at himself.
"Oh, that. What about it?"
"I don't know. Why does it do that? When we took our Human Sexuality classes, the teacher said it had something to do with being ready for sex."
Seimei leaned back against the tub and laughed. "First monkeys, now this. What are they learning at school these days?"
Ritsuka pouted a little. "It's not true? I hate it when teachers lie."
"Well, no, I guess you could put it like that. It's not always so simple, though. Sometimes, it just happens because you had a thought, or a feeling."
"Oh."
Ritsuka arched a leg conspicuously out of the water, stirring a patch of foamy bubbles with his toe; Seimei's tiny little smile betrayed his confidence that he would never voice the unspoken question that hung between them: you had a thought, or a feeling?
When Ritsuka's eyes rose again to meet Seimei's, the questions in them were sharper yet. "Do you... like someone, Seimei?"
"Hmm." The small noise in his throat covered for the missed beat, smoothed over the space in the air like honey. "Yes, I like someone."
Ritsuka sank down a little into the foam, his ears flicking back; a gesture of mild irritation, as if a stray bubble had landed on the tip. "Huh." But then they swiveled forward again, attentive to Seimei's words. "What are they like?"
Seimei smiled a long, langorous smile, leaned forward, draped his long wet arms and his tub-heated body around Ritsuka's little shoulders. "We~ll," he purred against a cat-ear, "this person... has soft black hair,"-- he pooled Ritsuka's in his hand, stroking a wet strand between finger and thumb-- "a little long, but it's that kind of hair that looks pretty when it's long. And big bright eyes, and the cutest little ears on the top of his head,"-- he caught the ear lightly between his lips, grazing his tongue over the tip-- "and...."
Ritsuka splashed him, causing Seimei to mock-yelp, pulling back. "You're such a joker, Seimei. I meant really."
"Who said I was joking?" he said, with a quirk of his eyebrows. He settled back into a leaning position, regarding Ritsuka, watching the pre-teen's ears flick and twitch. As an afterthought, he let his own ears droop dramatically, his voice syrup-laden with fake emotion. "You don't believe a word I say. How sad. My own brother doesn't have any faith in me at all...."
Ritsuka snorted at his brother's display, but then sighed a little, leaning back himself. "Seimei?"
"Hmm?"
"I kind of wish you'd always love me more than anyone else in the world."
"But I do." said Seimei. "I love Ritsuka the most out of anyone."
Ritsuka lifted his waterlogged tail out of the bathtub to rinse the bubbles off it. "...When you get older, and you fall in love with someone else, you'll still love me, right?"
"I'll always love you, Ritsuka," said Seimei, and the weight in his words said he meant it.
Title: Screaming Into The Wind
Summary: No one understands a psycho. Least of all another psycho.
Rating: PG-13
Warnings: Incest, domestic violence, creepiness
Pairing: Seimei/Ritsuka
"How could Ritsuka do something so terrible, Seimei?" The voice was bewildered, stammering, strung out to a breaking point that made near-incomprehensibility of its strained syllables. "Tell me how! Is it something I did?"
"Mother, don't you remember?" Adversarial thrills glittered in Seimei's eyes: cold splinters of light that seemed to snake their way through his muscles, tensed in a predatory rush that would have ended in a wild shiver of his tail, if it had still been attached. "You gave Ritsuka to me. You gave him to me when he was born. Ritsuka is mine. He belongs to me. I claimed him, Mother, because he's mine."
"The real Ritsuka wouldn't do something like this," she muttered, her words a dim shield before her senses. "The real Ritsuka wouldn't hurt Seimei. So it mustn't be him. It can't be him. They did something to him, they took him away...."
"I only took what belonged to me." Seimei was glass, sharp-edged, nails down a window-pane. "If something's yours, it's okay if you use it, isn't it? If I use my pencil, it doesn't complain. Ritsuka doesn't complain, either. When something belongs to you, it doesn't complain."
"He must have used you, too," said Misaki, the hard edge in her voice rising to match Seimei's, an advance that pushed him back against the table. "His words must have twisted you up inside, made you believe his lies.... He must have hurt you so badly, look, you look so sore and frail like that... oh, my Seimei...."
"Get away from me!" he screamed, panicked and stumbling, clambering back over the table in an attempt to escape. "Don't touch me! Only Ritsuka can touch me. Only Ritsuka...."
Ritsuka focused on the ringing in his head, letting newly-dulled senses drown out the worst of the screams and crashes. Their muffled words were lost to him, but it didn't make much difference, he thought, clinging for comfort to Seimei's still-warm tail. Seimei and Mother always talked past each other anyway.
Just a couple of Seimei/Ritsuka ficbits. Can be read alone, or as one following on from the other....
Title: Believe Me
Summary: Sometimes, Seimei tells the truth.
Rating: PG-13
Warnings: Incest? Also Seimei.
Pairing: Implied one-sided Seimei/Ritsuka
"So how was school today?"
"Huh? Oh... well, we did some stuff about the story of the Monkey King. It was kind of cool."
"Really?" said Seimei, reaching down into the water to lather a leg. "I never understood that story when we read it in school. It always went over my head."
"I thought it was okay," said Ritsuka. "I mean, I get it, I think. I could tell you later?"
"Sure. I'd like to hear Ritsuka read me a story."
Ritsuka twitched his ears. "Well, I wasn't going to read it out loud. That'd take forever. But I could talk you through my handouts."
"Really, and I thought you were going to tuck me in." Seimei smiled. "It sounds like fun."
"Mm." Ritsuka glanced down at the water, then blushed. "...hey, Seimei?"
Seimei's closed lashes parted slowly, as if he'd been woken from a daydream. "Yes?"
Ritsuka only reddened further at the acknowledgment of his non-statement. He waved his hand vaguely in the direction of Seimei's thighs and made a few noncommittal sounds in the back of his throat. With a hmm of curiosity, Seimei looked down at himself.
"Oh, that. What about it?"
"I don't know. Why does it do that? When we took our Human Sexuality classes, the teacher said it had something to do with being ready for sex."
Seimei leaned back against the tub and laughed. "First monkeys, now this. What are they learning at school these days?"
Ritsuka pouted a little. "It's not true? I hate it when teachers lie."
"Well, no, I guess you could put it like that. It's not always so simple, though. Sometimes, it just happens because you had a thought, or a feeling."
"Oh."
Ritsuka arched a leg conspicuously out of the water, stirring a patch of foamy bubbles with his toe; Seimei's tiny little smile betrayed his confidence that he would never voice the unspoken question that hung between them: you had a thought, or a feeling?
When Ritsuka's eyes rose again to meet Seimei's, the questions in them were sharper yet. "Do you... like someone, Seimei?"
"Hmm." The small noise in his throat covered for the missed beat, smoothed over the space in the air like honey. "Yes, I like someone."
Ritsuka sank down a little into the foam, his ears flicking back; a gesture of mild irritation, as if a stray bubble had landed on the tip. "Huh." But then they swiveled forward again, attentive to Seimei's words. "What are they like?"
Seimei smiled a long, langorous smile, leaned forward, draped his long wet arms and his tub-heated body around Ritsuka's little shoulders. "We~ll," he purred against a cat-ear, "this person... has soft black hair,"-- he pooled Ritsuka's in his hand, stroking a wet strand between finger and thumb-- "a little long, but it's that kind of hair that looks pretty when it's long. And big bright eyes, and the cutest little ears on the top of his head,"-- he caught the ear lightly between his lips, grazing his tongue over the tip-- "and...."
Ritsuka splashed him, causing Seimei to mock-yelp, pulling back. "You're such a joker, Seimei. I meant really."
"Who said I was joking?" he said, with a quirk of his eyebrows. He settled back into a leaning position, regarding Ritsuka, watching the pre-teen's ears flick and twitch. As an afterthought, he let his own ears droop dramatically, his voice syrup-laden with fake emotion. "You don't believe a word I say. How sad. My own brother doesn't have any faith in me at all...."
Ritsuka snorted at his brother's display, but then sighed a little, leaning back himself. "Seimei?"
"Hmm?"
"I kind of wish you'd always love me more than anyone else in the world."
"But I do." said Seimei. "I love Ritsuka the most out of anyone."
Ritsuka lifted his waterlogged tail out of the bathtub to rinse the bubbles off it. "...When you get older, and you fall in love with someone else, you'll still love me, right?"
"I'll always love you, Ritsuka," said Seimei, and the weight in his words said he meant it.
Title: Screaming Into The Wind
Summary: No one understands a psycho. Least of all another psycho.
Rating: PG-13
Warnings: Incest, domestic violence, creepiness
Pairing: Seimei/Ritsuka
"How could Ritsuka do something so terrible, Seimei?" The voice was bewildered, stammering, strung out to a breaking point that made near-incomprehensibility of its strained syllables. "Tell me how! Is it something I did?"
"Mother, don't you remember?" Adversarial thrills glittered in Seimei's eyes: cold splinters of light that seemed to snake their way through his muscles, tensed in a predatory rush that would have ended in a wild shiver of his tail, if it had still been attached. "You gave Ritsuka to me. You gave him to me when he was born. Ritsuka is mine. He belongs to me. I claimed him, Mother, because he's mine."
"The real Ritsuka wouldn't do something like this," she muttered, her words a dim shield before her senses. "The real Ritsuka wouldn't hurt Seimei. So it mustn't be him. It can't be him. They did something to him, they took him away...."
"I only took what belonged to me." Seimei was glass, sharp-edged, nails down a window-pane. "If something's yours, it's okay if you use it, isn't it? If I use my pencil, it doesn't complain. Ritsuka doesn't complain, either. When something belongs to you, it doesn't complain."
"He must have used you, too," said Misaki, the hard edge in her voice rising to match Seimei's, an advance that pushed him back against the table. "His words must have twisted you up inside, made you believe his lies.... He must have hurt you so badly, look, you look so sore and frail like that... oh, my Seimei...."
"Get away from me!" he screamed, panicked and stumbling, clambering back over the table in an attempt to escape. "Don't touch me! Only Ritsuka can touch me. Only Ritsuka...."
Ritsuka focused on the ringing in his head, letting newly-dulled senses drown out the worst of the screams and crashes. Their muffled words were lost to him, but it didn't make much difference, he thought, clinging for comfort to Seimei's still-warm tail. Seimei and Mother always talked past each other anyway.