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Disclaimer: No, I do not own Loveless.

Other Crud: Uhm, I might be rambling here but, obviously I don't care since I'm still going on; BUT i made the awful mistake of being in-charrie. That means I didn't manipulate their ages.

Warning: Boy Love: This includes just a bit of kissing, and or hugging.

"'Love-less,' what an awful name." Ritsuka muttered as he walked home from school, his tail swaying slowly behind him. Soubi hadn't called, texed, nor walked him home for about two weeks. Although he did tell Soubi not to show his face in front of him, ever since he snogged him in front of the school, not only the school, but in front of Yuiko. The girl ran off, and tears filled her eyes. Of course Yayoi ran after her. Ritsuka felt as though he had no choice but to yell at him, to make him suffer for hurting Yuiko.

Now, even though it was his intention to hurt Soubi, he felt as though he was the one suffering; checking the phone incessantly; wanting to call Soubi, but not having the guts to do so. Love-less seemed to make more and more sense each and every day.

What was going on? Soubi usually appeared out of the blue; last time. He always waited for him at the school; just like the last time. But this time wasn't the last time, this time Soubi wasn't going to show. Right in the middle of winter, when it's coldest; when he feels coldest…

Ritsuka let out a small sigh; the temperature causing his breath to show; and opened the door to his 'home'. He took off his jacket and hung it on the staircase banner, before removing his boots and heading to his room. He closed the door behind him and locked it, like he did each and every time he came home. He laid on his bed, burying his head in his pillow, trying his best to avoid the noises of shattering glass and his mothers screams.

"I said no!" Kio yelled at his fairly stubborn and much larger friend, and pushed him back onto the bed. He did this every afternoon and every night. "But – Ritsuka…" Soubi whispered in a rather raspy voice before he let out a sneeze. "That brat again…god Soubi your such a perv," Kio retorted rather loudly to his sick friend.

Soubi just smiled, which automatically sent chills up Kio's spine and a blush to his tanned cheeks. "Alright, Kio." Soubi said slowly before turning in the bed and faking sleep. Kio just smiled, "He has such a shota-complex," turning in his boots, he grabbed his coat, turned off the light and closed the door behind him as he left.

Soubi quickly pulled the covers off of himself. He had been trying to see Ritsuka, though since he's been sick for about a week and a half, Kio kept him from leaving the house. He put his hair into his usual ponytail and took his glasses from off the counter. He pulled on some jeans and threw on a t-shirt before grabbing his keys and leaving the house.

Ritsuka couldn't get himself to sleep, even though the noises his mother made finally dispersed, he just couldn't stop thinking about Soubi. He wanted to see him, but wasn't so sure as if he wanted to see him. He knew his mother was asleep. She wouldn't miss him, for a while. It wouldn't hurt to go see Soubi.

Ritsuka quickly left the un-comfortbility of his room and headed down stairs. He got used to seeing china broken on the floors, and butcher knives in the tables; sometimes he wondered what he was before Seime left them.

Ritsuka pulled on his coat and carefully put on his boots, both over his blue cat print pajamas that he had been wearing. He grabbed his keys and closed the door quietly behind him as he left. He took off in a rush. His adrenaline rushing threw him. He just wanted to see his fighter. In his train of thought,, and loss of concentration , Ritsuka stumbled and tripped over his own two feet. He knew his fate that was to truly make contact with the ground. Instead of hard concrete and snow, he felt warm arms around his shoulders. Under him was a much paler Soubi. He had braced their fall. "S-Soubi!" Ritsuka blushed before a silky soft voice answered him. "I am here to protect you; I'm your fighter, Love-less – Ritsuka." Ritsuka jumped from the arms of Soubi, warmth leaving him. "What about these past two weeks? Where were you then?" Ritsuka quickly retorted, while he tried his best to hide the unwanted blush on his cheeks.

Soubi merely smirked at this, although he felt that he shouldn't tell Ritsuka about his sickness; he didn't want him to worry. Soubi, still on the ground, pulled Ritsuka down towards him, "I love you Ritsuka," Soubi whispered before bringing him into a kiss.