As Long As You're Mine
Chapter 1 out of ?:
Kiss Me Goodbye
DISCLAIMER: This story is "Tarentino'd"; it starts in the middle, goes back to the beginning, then goes to the end. I like stories like this... I do not own Loveless. I wish I did. Also warning: This story contains: Yaoi, which is graphic Male x Male relations, please don't read or flame if you don't like it; Mentions of rape in this chapter( the actual thing will happen in the next chapter), and shouta- older male with 12-year-old boy.
When had it started raining? Soubi was too caught up in his latest project for art to notice the thunder booming outside. The last time he had checked, the sun was shining brightly, but now it was pitch black outside, besides the various streaks landing on the ground near his apartment, a few seconds later a loud BOOM would sound after the lightning crackle. Soubi stood up from him kneeling position on the floor and went to grab himself a glass of water before he heard a gentle, almost too faint to pick up, rap on his door.
"Ritsuka?!" The tall blond man's cerulean eyes widened at the sight of the 12-year-old boy standing in front of his door in the pouring rain. Ritsuka stood on weak legs, shaking in front of his fighter; black ears that were once perched atop his head were now missing, his long sleeved shirt was ripped in half, revealing a bruised torso and chest. He was soaked to the bone, probably the reason for his shivering, or the trauma that was evident on the once-neko boy's head.
"So-Soubi..." The child's voice cracked and squeaked. It was so feeble, almost inaudible. He took a rickety step forward before falling into the man's embrace.
"RITSUKA!" Soubi yelled in surprise as he easily lifted the lithe frame into his arms and carried him into the flat. He shut the door behind them and set the still shaking child onto his bed. The once vibrant amethyst eyes stared at Soubi, all the life gone and the boy just a shell of his former self.
"Seimei.." The black haired, broken minor muttered before his large eyes closed and he passed out due to exhaustion, his small body beaten and broken.
Soubi gently pet the wet and messy hair. "You'll catch a cold..." He said softly as he peeled the wet garb from his diminutive body, wincing to himself as more bruises and abuse was revealed. He threw away the ripped sweater before going back at the shirtless pre-teen unconscious on his bed. He then started pulling off the boy's pants, though he stopped pulling on the wet fabric when he heard pained groan come from the boy. "Forgive me, Ritsuka..." He whispered quietly as he finished with the trousers and stared at the boy's boxers. The backside was completely red, blood that had leaked from the child's anus. He could feel a knot in his throat as he began to remove those as well.
The unconscious Ritsuka must have known what was going on and he groaned uncomfortably again, wiggling around before a small yell escaped his throat. Soubi stopped the wet fabric's decent on the boy's hips as he stared at the boy's pain distorted face. "Ritsuka.. I have to get you out of these..." He said to the sleeping boy, petting his cheek gently. After a few minutes of silence, Soubi continued removing his tainted shorts once again, this time not getting any noise coming from the child laying on his bed. He looked at the blood that started to stain his bed sheets. "He's still bleeding... it happened not too long ago..." Soubi muttered to himself before picking up the child and walking to his bathroom to clean Ritsuka up.
Soubi sat on the edge of the tub as he filled it with lukewarm water, Ritsuka's naked and limp body held close to his own. Once the water filled the tub half-way, Soubi lowered the broken boy into the water. After making sure he wouldn't slide under, Soubi stripped and got in behind him, pulling his cold body close to him. If this situation happened under other circumstances, Soubi would have been happy, and the boy limp in his arms would be trying to get away, making it all the fun, but it wasn't the case. Soubi was worried, and Ritsuka was in pain and probably wouldn't be the same after that kind of abuse.
Soubi turned the child around and held him close before he pressed their lips together. He didn't want to invade the child's space, which had already happened, but he wanted to comfort him in his own special Soubi-ish way. "I love you, Ritsuka," he murmured against the boy's closed lips, receiving a weak, unconscious groan as his answer. He grabbed a damp rag and washed the dirt and rain from the once cat-boy's skin before stalling near his lower half. That was the area that would need the most attention and tentative care. Soubi didn't want to hurt him even worse or upset him by touching him inappropriately.
The blond man shook his head and lifted the boy up with one hand, so he could see the red and misused behind. He gently rubbed the soapy cloth over it, rubbing the red blood from the cheeks.
"Seimei..." Ritsuka weakly muttered, snuggling into Soubi as his behind was being caressed gently, the blood and semen being gently washed away from between the small crack. The older male cleaned the child quickly before stepping out of the murky water first and grabbing a towel for the soon to be shivering child.
He wrapped him up tightly and carried his lithe form back to his bed. He put one of his way-too-large shirts onto the sleeping child before tucking him into his bed. He put on a pair of underwear and pants before pulling a chair next to the bed, watching the small figure's deep slumber. His cerulean eyes never left his sleeping face all night.
The storm finally subsided just as the sun rose and glared at Soubi from his open window.