I actually got this idea while listening to Speak Up by June and this whole one shot is pretty much based on that. This just goes to show how unoriginal I can be xD

Major OOC in here. Sorry, sorry don't shoot me!!!! shot

Speak Up

Soubi x Ritsuka

"Soubi? What's wrong? You're quiet tonight." Ritsuka was catching up on some homework he had to make up and he had been for the past two hours. The whole time he was wondering when Soubi would come over and wrap his arms around him and cuddle with him or try to pry him away from his books. Ritsuka would, as usual, protest. But they both knew deep down that Ritsuka enjoyed the attention and didn't want to go without it. Tonight was proof.

Not once had Soubi even acknowledged his presence, not even to start casual conversation or question the young boy about how he was. Ritsuka has watch Soubi's solitary attitude worsen over the past few days and he was beyond worried. It had been like this ever since...No. Ritsuka wasn't going to think about that. Not now, not when Soubi was here and he had to study. Out of the corner of his eye he saw his fighter sit up, pause to think for a moment, then stand. Ritsuka turned to him. Watched him walk over to the bed where his coat was laid. Put it on.

"Where are you going?" There was no point to the question, really. Ritsuka knew where Soubi was going. He hated him for it. He hated him for going there. He hated him for choosing that disgusting, obnoxiously foul place over him. Choosing it. Choosing the alcohol.

"Out," was Soubi's reply. And it was forced. He hadn't wanted to say anything in the first place. He hated doing this to Ritsuka...but the boy brought it upon himself. The older man knew that he was making his lover hate him, despise him. But that didn't matter, he had to forget. If he didn't forget what happened, what Ritsuka did, he could never feel the same about Ritsuka again. There was a coldness, a wall that he'd put up ever since. Trying to block it out. But it did no good. How could he forget? It was all he ever thought about. Every time he looked at Ritsuka, he saw the empty space above his head where his cute little ears used to be. Whenever Ritsuka turned, he missed the seductive tail that used to flow behind him.

But it wasn't Soubi who took them, and he hated Ritsuka for that. Hated himself for that. The alcohol was the only thing that would make him forget. Forget to feel.

Ritsuka's saw the door open and he squeezed his eyes shut, trying to block out his hears from hearing it. But he heard it anyway, how could he not? The click of the door shutting behind his fighter. Ritsuka balled his fists and charged toward the door.

"FINE! GO GET DRUNK! I DON'T CARE! IN THE END YOU'LL CHOKE ON YOUR OWN TONGUE! I HATE YOU!" He grabbed the closest thing he could find, which was a shoe, opened the door and chucked it at Soubi, hitting him in the back. But Soubi didn't react, didn't even flinch. Just continued walking away. This time, Ritsuka knew he wouldn't turn around and walk back.