A/N: Yay! My first Loveless fanfic! I'm so happy and excited about it. *hugs Soubi* Soubi's excited about it too! Aren't ya, Soubi?
Soubi: Uh…sure.
Disclaimer:
Soubi: Stephanie does not own Loveless.
Me: But I do own Soubi!
Soubi: No you don't. Ritsuka owns me.
Me: Goddamn you, Soubi! Can't you indulge my fantasies just once?
Soubi: Only if Ritsuka orders me to.
Me: *runs off to find Ritsuka*
ENJOY THE FANFIC!
Flashback….
Agatsuma Soubi bit his tongue to the point of bleeding as the leather whip came crashing down upon his back. Ritsu retracted his hand, fully prepared to continue "training" his precious student. However, something on the young boy's skin caught his attention.
Ritsu gently tugged at the back of Soubi's pants, revealing beautiful calligraphy on his lower back. He sneered, then pulled back the whip and marred the delicate writing with deep bloody scar.
Present Day
Ritsuka watched with unblinking eyes as the police officers dragged his mother away. She didn't resist, just let herself be tugged away. Misaki's eyes flickered to Ritsuka, love and recognition glowing in her eyes.
"My Ritsuka! Don't take me away from my Ritsuka! He needs me. Tell them Ritsuka!" The woman shouted. "Tell them how much mommy loves you! Don't let them take me away!"
"I-I'm sorry, mother," Ritsuka whispered.
"No!" Misaki screeched, "You're not my Ritsuka! My Ritsuka loved me. He wouldn't let them take me away!"
"I'm sorry. I'm sorry. I'm sorry. I'm sorry…" Ritsuka mumbled it over and over again. Misaki shouted and screamed as they forced her into the police car. Even as his mother was taken away, even as the officer asked him questions, even as he cried, he kept saying it.
I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I'm sorry.
The officer asked if he had any family friends or relatives of neighbors he could stay with. Immediately, his mind went to Soubi.
He explained that Soubi was his brother's friend and that he would surely take care of him. The officer seemed a little hesitant but drove him to the fighter's apartment, nonetheless.
Soubi was surprised to see Ritsuka, especially considering he was accompanied by an officer. Ritsuka slipped into the apartment as the policeman explained everything. He explained that Misaki had another fit, this one so loud, a neighbor called the police. They burst in to find Ritsuka on the floor, bruised and his mother, begging for her Ritsuka.
The policeman left and Soubi turned his attention to Ritsuka. The boy stood by the window, gazing out unseeingly.
"Ritsuka, are you alright?" Soubi asked hesitantly. Slowly, he wrapped his arms around the child. The boy didn't say anything. He just turned around and rested his head on Soubi's chest.
Later that night, Ritsuka found himself lying on Soubi's bed. His fighter was currently in the kitchen preparing dinner. The day's events played themselves over and over again in his head.
But, then, so did other memories.
A ten year old Ritsuka smiled up at his older brother. Seimei ruffled his younger sibling's hair. Ritsuka's smile grew even wider.
"Hey, Ritsuka," the elder began, "what do you say we go on a picnic today? Would you like that?"
Ritsuka was already making his way into the kitchen before his brother could even finish his statement. "I'll go get the basket!"
(...random dots...)
Ritsuka giggled as his brother pushed him on the swing. It was moments such as these when he was happiest. He almost felt like his old self, or rather what he heard his old self was like. It was these moments with Seimei when he was happiest.
"Higher, onii-chan!"
(...random dots...)
Seimei held the dandelion in front of his brother's face. "You close your eyes and blow on it, and as you do so, you make a wish."
Ritsuka quickly snatched the weed from Seimei's hand. He closed his eyes, his cheeks all puffed up with air. And then, he blew.
White matter fled from the plant's stem, carried by the breeze. When he opened his eyes, Seimei was smiling at him.
"What did you wish for, Ritsuka?"
(...random dots...)
"I wished to go back."
"What do you mean 'back'?" Seimei voice conveyed confusion.
"Back to the way things were. Back to when I could remember. Back to the old Ritsuka."
Seimei frowned deeply. "There is no old Ritsuka or new Ritsuka. There's just Ritsuka."
"Liar."
Soubi and Ritsuka sat at the dinner table in silence. Ritsuka wasn't even eating; he just pushed his food around on his plate, lost in thought.
Lost in memories.
"Do you want to talk about it, Ritsuka?" the blond asked hesitantly. "I know this situation must be hard for you."
The boy just shook his head.
"I don't- ," Soubi began, but he was cut off by Ritsuka finally speaking.
"Things were fine before…when Seimei was alive. My mother still hit me, of course, but…" he trailed off.
Soubi stared down at his food. "Things were better for us all when Seimei was still alive," was his quiet response.
"Do you miss him?" Ritsuka asked suddenly.
The question caught him off guard. "Yes," Soubi answered uncertainly. Granted, his memories with Seimei were probably less…pleasant than Ritsuka's, but he missed his old sacrifice nonetheless.
"Despite what he did to you?"
Soubi's head snapped up to look at Ritsuka and his hand unthinkingly went to his neck. "I cannot hold a grudge against him, Ritsuka. Besides, I belonged to him; what he did was not wrong." Soubi flashed him calm smile. "After all, every fighter must have a name."
A/N: *walks in carrying Ritsuka by the neck* Found him! *turns to the fabulous readers* What will happen next? Will Soubi indulge my fangirl fantasies? Will Ritsuka let him? What's going to happen in the next chapter? Will I update this story consistently? These questions and more will be answered in chapter 2 of TIMELESS!
Soubi: I can answer that last one for you.
Me: DON'T even go there, Soubi!
PLEASE REVIEW! FIRST PERSON TO REVIEW GETS TO DETERMINE WHETHER OR NOT I WRITE A LEMON FOR THIS STORY! What the heck...ALL OF YOU CAN TELL ME IF YOU WANT ME TO WRITE A LEMON FOR THIS STORY!
Soubi: They're all gonna say yes.
Ritsuka: How do you know that?
Soubi: Because all fangirls are perverts.
Me: HEY! That's…incredibly true… -_-
SEE YA NEXT TIME!