Present
Title: Present
Fandom: Loveless
Pairing: Ritsuka/Soubi
Rating: G
Word count: 424
Summary: Ritsuka believes Soubi has forgotten his birthday.
“You never did make a painting for me,” Ritsuka commented as he leaned against his desk. The lithe form of his Fighter was seated at the end of his bed, paint spotted hands folded in his lap.
Soubi nodded, his gaze locked intently on his Sacrifice. “Your birthday is coming up soon.”
“Is that some kind of cryptic hint?”
“You’ll see,” Soubi said quietly as he stood. He wrapped his arms around the small boy and leaned close to his ear. “I love you, Ritsuka,” he whispered. He straightened himself once more and disappeared through the window, leaving Ritsuka once more completely confused.
The days passed slowly after that night until his thirteenth birthday finally came. Ritsuka’s phone rang only when Yuiko called, and no one appeared at his window in the late hours of the night. The days without Soubi always made him anxious. He could never bring himself to admit it, but he was growing to depend on the fighter for company, comfort, and so many other things.
His birthday had come without much excitement. Yuiko had baked him cupcakes and gotten Yayoi to get a card with her. They had spent some time together that afternoon. Kio had even called to wish him happy birthday, but there was no Soubi.
He sighed, his ears pressed flat against his head, as he crawled into his bed. Anger was now tugging on his thoughts. How could Soubi forget his birthday? He had just mentioned it the other day…
“You’re so confusing,” he muttered to himself.
“Am I, now?”
The voice was unmistakable. Ritsuka’s ears perked up and he sat bolt upright and stared at Soubi, who stood at the end of his bed with a canvas tucked under his arm.
“Did you think I forgot?” Soubi smiled.
“Jerk,” Ritsuka muttered as he pulled the covers off himself and crawled over to the end of the bed.
The Fighter simply laughed and showed the canvas to Ritsuka. It was covered in deep shades of purples and pinks creating butterflies with intricate patterns on their wings that flitted between blossoming flowers.
Ritsuka’s mouth hung open, unable to find the right words. It was beautiful to him, but that word didn’t seem quite fitting…
“Happy birthday, Ritsuka. I love you,” Soubi said as he sat the canvas down. He leaned forward and caught the boy’s mouth in a kiss, and was pleased when Ritsuka did not protest. Instead, he scooted up to be closer.
It was a better present than he could have ever asked for.
Fandom: Loveless
Pairing: Ritsuka/Soubi
Rating: G
Word count: 424
Summary: Ritsuka believes Soubi has forgotten his birthday.
“You never did make a painting for me,” Ritsuka commented as he leaned against his desk. The lithe form of his Fighter was seated at the end of his bed, paint spotted hands folded in his lap.
Soubi nodded, his gaze locked intently on his Sacrifice. “Your birthday is coming up soon.”
“Is that some kind of cryptic hint?”
“You’ll see,” Soubi said quietly as he stood. He wrapped his arms around the small boy and leaned close to his ear. “I love you, Ritsuka,” he whispered. He straightened himself once more and disappeared through the window, leaving Ritsuka once more completely confused.
The days passed slowly after that night until his thirteenth birthday finally came. Ritsuka’s phone rang only when Yuiko called, and no one appeared at his window in the late hours of the night. The days without Soubi always made him anxious. He could never bring himself to admit it, but he was growing to depend on the fighter for company, comfort, and so many other things.
His birthday had come without much excitement. Yuiko had baked him cupcakes and gotten Yayoi to get a card with her. They had spent some time together that afternoon. Kio had even called to wish him happy birthday, but there was no Soubi.
He sighed, his ears pressed flat against his head, as he crawled into his bed. Anger was now tugging on his thoughts. How could Soubi forget his birthday? He had just mentioned it the other day…
“You’re so confusing,” he muttered to himself.
“Am I, now?”
The voice was unmistakable. Ritsuka’s ears perked up and he sat bolt upright and stared at Soubi, who stood at the end of his bed with a canvas tucked under his arm.
“Did you think I forgot?” Soubi smiled.
“Jerk,” Ritsuka muttered as he pulled the covers off himself and crawled over to the end of the bed.
The Fighter simply laughed and showed the canvas to Ritsuka. It was covered in deep shades of purples and pinks creating butterflies with intricate patterns on their wings that flitted between blossoming flowers.
Ritsuka’s mouth hung open, unable to find the right words. It was beautiful to him, but that word didn’t seem quite fitting…
“Happy birthday, Ritsuka. I love you,” Soubi said as he sat the canvas down. He leaned forward and caught the boy’s mouth in a kiss, and was pleased when Ritsuka did not protest. Instead, he scooted up to be closer.
It was a better present than he could have ever asked for.