All characters belong to their respected owners. In this case all characters belong to Yun Kouga and if the scenario seems similar to any other fanfiction or word for word just like that...then it would be pure coincidence. (It would also be very strange...)

Nothing

Through out the whole night

Ritsuka rolled over breathing in the scent of his pillow which held a small trace of Soubi's.

I dream about you holding me tight

He burrowed his face even further and consistently wrestled with the bed covers trying to get into a comfortable sleeping position

It causes me anxiety when I think of you

He sighed and sat up in bed glancing slowly at the clock that persistently granted him the not-so-welcomed light.

Another restless night wasted on you

Laying his head back down on the pillow, he closed his eyes once more in desperation.

Another lie made up of you

Falling. Again. Into another night filled with nothing.

I need to break away once more.

-.-

" Ritsuka-kun," a girlish tone awoke the young boy from his dazing. Yawning, his amethyst eyes slowly glanced at the seat right next to him. In an attempt to try and wake up, the girl said his name again.

"Ritsuka-kun," a whisper that sounded so low it seemed not even humans can hear.

"Ritsuka-kun," this one was more of desperation then anything else.

"Ritsuka-kun!" the girl conveyed her ever more desperation in a high pitched squeal.

"Yuiko-chan!" the teacher who was barely even twenty-five studied the girl whom she called out to. She huffed and then turned her attention to the boy whose eyes were glazed over with as little interest as would an old, fat cat. He snapped his eyes wide open and jerked his head as another yell was directed toward him. "I really hate yelling, so please Yuiko. Ritsuka. Stop talking and pay attention."

Turning once more with her back against the students, she continued writing out the exponents on the board. They weren't hard to Ritsuka, but from the looks around him they had a more dumb founded look with the problem then any other 6th grader would have.

Baka

-.-

A buzzing sound began to whine against his ear. It was soft at first, but became louder and soon droned out the surroundings around him. What was that sound? It seemed to be coming from the window. Standing up, he walked towards the sound as if pulled like a mannequin to the puppet master. It soon grew in volume as he approached the opened window. How it opened on its own was any body's guess, but just as soon as he reached his hand into the cold chilled night, he began falling.

-.-

He crashed into the real world and opened his eyes to the alarm clock that signaled for him to awaken. Another usual, typical day of his. Another day without rest and another day without care. It made him feel empty. To think, such memories still remained in his mind of those innocent days. Before it ever started, before the restless nights came to him with broken arms. Another day of emptiness.

Reaching for the alarm, he tapped the off button and began to dress himself in the usual

school uniform. The uniform he wore was that of a private schools. It was snazzy, but still made Ritsuka feel dull inside as he began to loop the tie around his neck.

"It goes this way...and then..."

Gazing at himself in the mirror, he reached out and slightly touched the dark circles under his eyes. He looked dead and might as well be a walking corpse of the world. No one will know. No one can find out. It didn't help either way that he was staring at himself. The loathing just increased even more every time a reflection looked back at him.

In his peripheral, a familiar yellow label attracted his eyes from the hate in the mirror. The bottle of prescription medicine stood on the table next to his broken picture of Seimei. The smile of his brother sickened him, not because of it's lies, but because of the truth it held in them. No matter how many times he looked at the picture, he would become dizzy with anticipation. Hoping the smile would bring an end to his physical being some how. Praying that he would could wish to be dead. Wish to be with nothing but in eternal darkness. A way to escape his hateful expression, to escape his cannibalistic nature of self-mutilation, to never see how ghostly his skin has become, to finally...

" Ritsuka! You're going to be late, babe," his mother began to knock on the door quite harshly and was soon greeted by a pair of dark velvet eyes. It startled her as the eyes began to gaze at her unblinkingly with absoluteness. "Oh!" turning away she flushed and scurried down the stairs. He knew the reason why. The dirty little secrets his mom has been thinking ever since he began growing. His height was almost that as his brothers and his round, cute features began to form handsomely. His chin began to become a bit more chiseled, but still retained the august leanness of a noble. His eyes were just as majestic, but began to darken as to pair with his mind. The ebony hair grew a bit longer, but retained almost the same length.

"Oh, mother. Where art thou thee insanity?" Chuckling darkly under his breath, he grabbed his bag and ran out the door with nothing but his back pack which was the only thing that was filled with meaningness.

-.-

" Are you serious? Your dad was having an affair and finally divorced your mother?" the imploring questions continued to stab the young man with the utmost grace. Or maybe, it wasn't stabbing, but soothing him.

"Your mom must be one crazy bitch! Trying to stab him. I wonder why she didn't go the loony house or better yet jail!" The boys began laughing, giggling with hysterical gestures at how it must have been done. The fact that his dad escaped the chainsaw was anyones guess.

"That's not funny, guys! She had a real good reason!" one of the young Yankee girls stood up against the mens comments. She balled her hand into a fist as she threatened to pummel them and steal their fortune.

Ritsuka began to speak as the fighting and platitude remarks began circling around his head a little too much, " can you all be quiet? I can't concentrate while your acting like a bunch of clowns."

Everyone stopped as the whispered comment reached all of the classmates ears. Their eyes fixated their eyes on the boy who's ears still remained intact. He was always the odd person out. Already being in 11th grade and unable to lose his ears. Or maybe, it's the fact that he doesn't want to. The only good memory of a life long gone. After all, Seimei still had his ears. Except for him.

One of the boys began to smile and wrapped an arm around him. It was a loose grip like a friends, but still held the hostility even in its gesture. He leaned down to Ritsuka's ear as he began to whisper another trite comment. This time it stung more then usual.

" Let me see. It didn't matter either way, right? After all it was all in headlines of how so much she loves her only son. Answer me a question. How'd she look like naked under you?"

His fist clenched as he caught the last sentence. Setting his teeth hard, his jaw began to ache as his anger was slowly building up. The other hand that held a pencil soon met with shattered pieces of it.

Why, today of all days?

It wasn't true

It never happened

Then, why did it hurt so much?

Standing up, he left the classroom as the boy began to laugh as a joker would to a peasant who missed a tax payment. Just another head rolling away from the guillotine, just another person dieing from the humility of his life. A life he couldn't choose.

Ritsuka's pace started out slow. His vision began to blur as another thought of Seimei came into his mind. Why did this seem so familiar? Him, running away from the world, Seimei constantly taunting him with that all-so-understandable smile, his now long legs striding farther apart with each passing second. A breakdown is all that it will lead to. Words, upon words, swarmed his already chaotic mind as he held the object he desired.

A breaking glass.

Someone caught him in an embrace. Something of which he hasn't experienced so long that he almost forgot what it felt like. It felt neither pleasant nor worth fighting against as the grip tightened it's hold. A canary with it's wings clipped, but it felt so overwhelming that he soon found himself submerged under water, so powerful, that the first words that escaped his lips felt like silk and left an impact like a falling star.

Falling...

Falling...

"Sleep. Sleep until all traces of worry pretend to never exist."

The voice was deep and soothing, as he felt the words calm his nerves and his eyes caught a fraction of cobalt blue. Their shine, ever more lustrous as before.

Ah, yes. The familiar ocean. It's you.

Yes, slow, long... Maybe. Don't think it too long. Tried not to make it that way. So I can leave it at a cliffhanger. Anywho, I hope this chapter was meaningful to all you Loveless fans out there. As you can guess Ritsuka is about 16 and goes to a different school. His mother and father is divorced, and in an attempt to sooth her pains he tried killing the dad and ended up on the news. And yes, his mom is so crazy that he's looking at her son, in THAT manner. It's a very dark story and will probably delve into many weird thing. Does Research. Please comment if you wish to read more.

Siryu