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Title: Visibility Is Not a Trap
Fandom: Loveless
Character: Ritsuka (with a special appearance by ekaterin24, because she asked so nicely!)
Rating: G
Word Count: 390
Notes: Requested as part of the LJ Truth or Dare game this morning. ekaterin24 wanted a drabble with her in it as a character. I thought she'd make a wonderful Loveless character. ^^ Title is a shameless play on Foucault's theory.
Ritsuka settled himself at a table near the circulation desk, sitting down the tall stack of books he'd pulled the from shelves. He'd already finished Nietzsche; time to move on to Foucault.
He'd passed over the History of Sexuality, a soft blush coloring his face, and had instead selected Discipline and Punish, which seemed straightforward enough and not too embarrassing. Anything to keep him inside the school and not thinking about that weird guy waiting outside for him.
Not that he'd been thinking about Soubi. And certainly not that he'd wanted to be thinking about him. So, really he was at the library for no good reason. None at all.
He flipped through his book. He read about the power held by professionals, how discipline shapes people into desired objects. It made his skin itch, made him squirm in his seat. He felt a sudden, intense bloom of sympathy for prisoners.
He read about the guards, the terrifying ever-presence of the looming figures, the poised hand of reprimand, perpetually over the left shoulder. He tried not to remember Youji and Natsuo, their cold, certain words.
Ritsuka sighed deeply, heaving the book shut and resting his head in his hands. Why did everything have to be so weird?
When a weight settled upon his desk, Ritsuka looked up, startled. The librarian smiled down at him, gentle as Shinonome-sensei, but cheerful like Yuiko.
"Is everything all right," she asked.
Ritsuka blinked once before pushing forth that practiced mask of a smile. "I'm fine."
The librarian glanced down at his books, ran her finger down the spine of Discipline and Punish. "This is quite advanced," she said, "you must be a good reader."
Ritsuka looked down and blushed. "I guess."
"But it's dark, too. Don't you want to read something lighter?"
Ritsuka fisted his hands in his shirt. "I don't mind the dark."
The librarian watched him for a moment, he noticed, before she smiled sadly at stood back up. "Then you should read Foucault," she said, "but I can recommend some other books too."
Ritsuka glances at his book before getting up and following her to the stacks. He mumbled a small 'thank you' as she began to pull books down.
"Sure," she said, "darkness is okay, you know. Just make sure you have enough light to read by.
Fandom: Loveless
Character: Ritsuka (with a special appearance by ekaterin24, because she asked so nicely!)
Rating: G
Word Count: 390
Notes: Requested as part of the LJ Truth or Dare game this morning. ekaterin24 wanted a drabble with her in it as a character. I thought she'd make a wonderful Loveless character. ^^ Title is a shameless play on Foucault's theory.
Ritsuka settled himself at a table near the circulation desk, sitting down the tall stack of books he'd pulled the from shelves. He'd already finished Nietzsche; time to move on to Foucault.
He'd passed over the History of Sexuality, a soft blush coloring his face, and had instead selected Discipline and Punish, which seemed straightforward enough and not too embarrassing. Anything to keep him inside the school and not thinking about that weird guy waiting outside for him.
Not that he'd been thinking about Soubi. And certainly not that he'd wanted to be thinking about him. So, really he was at the library for no good reason. None at all.
He flipped through his book. He read about the power held by professionals, how discipline shapes people into desired objects. It made his skin itch, made him squirm in his seat. He felt a sudden, intense bloom of sympathy for prisoners.
He read about the guards, the terrifying ever-presence of the looming figures, the poised hand of reprimand, perpetually over the left shoulder. He tried not to remember Youji and Natsuo, their cold, certain words.
Ritsuka sighed deeply, heaving the book shut and resting his head in his hands. Why did everything have to be so weird?
When a weight settled upon his desk, Ritsuka looked up, startled. The librarian smiled down at him, gentle as Shinonome-sensei, but cheerful like Yuiko.
"Is everything all right," she asked.
Ritsuka blinked once before pushing forth that practiced mask of a smile. "I'm fine."
The librarian glanced down at his books, ran her finger down the spine of Discipline and Punish. "This is quite advanced," she said, "you must be a good reader."
Ritsuka looked down and blushed. "I guess."
"But it's dark, too. Don't you want to read something lighter?"
Ritsuka fisted his hands in his shirt. "I don't mind the dark."
The librarian watched him for a moment, he noticed, before she smiled sadly at stood back up. "Then you should read Foucault," she said, "but I can recommend some other books too."
Ritsuka glances at his book before getting up and following her to the stacks. He mumbled a small 'thank you' as she began to pull books down.
"Sure," she said, "darkness is okay, you know. Just make sure you have enough light to read by.