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Satisfied with his choice, Seimei leaned back in the computer chair, stretching. The password was perfect- no one besides Ritsuka would be able to access the file. Well, besides Soubi, but he wouldn't dare. He let out a satisfied sigh, setting his glasses down on the desk. Tonight he had accomplished a lot of work. It wasn't the easiest thing to fake one's own death, and as he always was with everything else, he was meticulous too with this. The clock read 5:00 AM, and it was only now that he could rest.

Without the strokes of the keys, he could hear Ritsuka's breathing.

Seimei powered down the computer with a click, and walked over to where his younger brother lay, in Seimei's bed, nestled up with the blankets. It was adorable- Ritsuka always clung to something when he slept, for the warmth and comfort. Of course this object in the end was always Seimei himself. Carefully he pulled back the sheets, smiling when he felt Ritsuka's warmth. He took his younger brother in his arms, and gently laid a kiss on his forehead, before covering them both up with his blankets once again.

Ritsuka was so, so, cute.

Bzzt, bzzt. The vibration of his cellphone was like an annoying gnat. Seimei could guess, nay, know who it was. But an unopened message demanded to be read, and he begrudgingly reached up with an arm for his mobile.

0928 s o u b i (at) d o c o m o. n e. j p: What time are we meeting today?

It was such a ridiculous question. They always met at the same time, not to mention the ridiculous hour of the text. But today, Seimei had not sent him a text message, which while not irregular, made Soubi jumpy. This was Soubi's way of reaching out to Seimei, even though they had met less than 24 hours ago. A question that Seimei would have to answer was just a disguise for Soubi's neediness. The question was a thin, pathetic facade. No, Seimei would not answer Soubi's text. He could of course, naturally lie to him- but imagining Soubi squirming for hours and hours until he found out that he wasn't seeing him, that he was dead- yes, not answering was better than a lie.

Seimei flipped the phone closed, and placed it back on top of the dresser. He had more important things to get back to; he nuzzled into the crook of Ritsuka's neck.