Author's note: Seimei is my favorite character in Loveless so yes I just had to write a fanfic for him, plus I love his twisted relationship with Soubi, so please enjoy and review!
I looked outside of my window at the cold day without light, without hope, without…I narrow my eyes as a lovely blue and black butterfly flutters by my window, looking free and unrightfully joyful as it soared carelessly through the icy air outside. I raised my hand and opened the window, closing my eyes as the bitterly cold accosting me viciously, breaking through the weak barrier of my black knit sweater, it feels as if the harsh breeze is trying to steal all of the warmth in me, but it can't, there isn't any left.
There is the softest brush of wings and I feel the most delicate touch upon my upturned pale palm; I open my eyes and see the blue and black butterfly, its midnight designs so intricate and beautiful. Slowly my fingers close around the butterfly, and when it attempts to fly away, I swiftly take its fragile body between my thumb and forefinger, bringing it up to eye level, frowning slightly. Why is it that the butterflies always find me, when will the figure out that I only enjoy crushing them beneath my fingertips, feeling their lithe bodies breaking, shattering in a tragically pathetic death. They should know better.
The butterfly's wings flutter rapidly, but in vain for I am in no mood to allow it the freedom it craves, and as it struggles I close my eyes and think about another butterfly, a beautiful white butterfly with blue; my butterfly. I remember first holding my butterfly, that day he became red, he became Beloved. The sensation of that memory fills me once again, the knowledge that I am God and can do with my butterfly as I please, whether I choose to scar him, to mar, him, to make him mine, and so I did.
Such a soft body, such delicate skin beneath my fingertips, the perfect canvas to make my mark and claim my servant, and as the image appears in my minds eyes the raw power builds up, the power of decision, of beauty, of violence. Butterflies, I have always found them to be so undeserving of their beauty because only one thing can be beautiful and that is Ritsuka, and so in order to keep him the most precious thing alive I destroy them in the slowest way possible, squeezing and slicing my way into their hearts, until their world revolves around me and my God-like supremacy.
The divine sound of something ceasing to exist, the sound of something being crushed into oblivion causes my eyes to open and I look at my fingers which hold a limp butterfly viciously in their grip. I sneer, how ugly, and so I toss its broken body out the window, what an ugly death, no blood and no blue eyes to look into to see the pain. I stand up and leave the open window, the outside holds no more interest to me at the moment and I find myself thirsty.