A/N: I don't even know, just a random little Kio fic from the strange musings of my mind. Honestly I think there needs to be more Soubi.Kio fics, even if they are a little sad. So yeah here it is, hopefully it's mostly coherent, and I at least ran spellcheck to make sure my brain didn't produce anything too strange. It is very (and I mean very) loosely based on the very end of book 6 of the manga...I don't know the specific ch. So yeah, there is a bit of spoiler there but otherwise all clear I think.
Kio watched as Soubi set his glasses on an end table and leaned back on the couch from the corner of his eye as he rummaged through a bag for a new lollipop. He'd been sulking all day, not obviously so, but Kio knew something was wrong. Soubi only painted butterflies and flowers like that when something was wrong.
Kio brought him home with him with the offer of something to drink and because HE needed company. He knew Soubi wouldn't have come if he thought it was because Kio was worried about him. Even though Kio knew deep down that Soubi knew that was the real reason he was here.
He almost regretted it, almost. Kio always grew to regret it when Soubi was hurting, because he would never open up to him. All he knew was that it always had something to do with Seimei; or that brat brother of his, Ritsuka. When Seimei had been around, Kio rarely saw Soubi, and it had hurt like hell. He was certain that, before Seimei had shown up, Soubi had come close to loving him. But after that, Soubi was always with Seimei, he loved Seimei, he got hurt because of Seimei. But still, he always followed him; Kio wasn't sure what went on when they disappeared for days at a time, all he knew was that Soubi usually came back in torn, bloody clothes.
On those nights he always came to Kio, and Kio always helped him. He always asked what happened; begged even, for the truth. But Soubi always ignored him or changed the subject. He'd stay the night and be gone before Kio woke in the morning, no telling where he was or when he'd see him again.
There had been times when Kio had wished with all his heart that Seimei would disappear, would just vanish from their lives. Then he'd have his Soubi back, he'd have another chance to prove that he deserved him more than that sadist.
Now Seimei was dead, and Kio couldn't help the small feeling of guilt he felt. Now that he was gone he had hoped that maybe Soubi would eventually come back to him. But he only became depressed and withdrawn, he saw him around but he wasn't happy. Then he finally started acting like the Soubi he remembered. Only to find out it was because he had found Seimei's little brother, Ritsuka. Kio didn't know what was worse, knowing Soubi was being abused by Seimei somehow, or knowing that now Soubi was choosing a sixth grader over him.
It seemed no matter what he did, something always got in his way of getting Soubi back. All he could do now was be Soubi's friend, and take care of him on the rare occasions he showed up beaten and bloody on his door step.
Kio jumped slightly at the sound of Soubi's voice, breaking him from his reflections.
"Kio…" Kio couldn't help but flinch at how broken Soubi sounded, he'd never heard him like that before.
"What is it Sou?" He asked, as he went to stand in front of where Soubi rested on his couch.
"Do you think, that I'm easy to leave behind?" Soubi looked up at him with so much sadness in his eyes, that it nearly overwhelmed him. "That I'm easy to be discarded, and forgotten?"
"No. No of course not Sou, why would you think that?" What had happened to make Soubi finally break? Kio started a bit as Soubi leaned forward and wrapped his arms around his waist, pulling him onto his lap and resting his head against Kio's chest. Kio reached up and gently ran his fingers through Soubi's hair.
"He's alive Kio, he's alive…" Soubi murmured against him.
"Sou, that can't be; who told you that?" Kio didn't have to ask who Soubi meant, only one person could've brought out a reaction like this.
"I heard his voice Kio, it was him, there's no mistake; he's still alive and he didn't tell me." Soubi's arms tightened around Kio.
"Sou… Even if that's true, even if he didn't tell you, that doesn't mean you aren't important." Kio was torn between wanting to help Soubi through this and wanting to yell at him for still letting Seimei control him after all this time. "You can't keep thinking you are only as good as he thinks you are, you need to let him go…find someone who really loves you to hang on to…" Kio put his arms around Soubi's shoulders and held him tight, trying now to suppress his own feelings.
Soubi looked up at him, his eyes still filled with that dark sorrow, he moved a hand up to pull Kio's glasses off and set them near his on the table. Kio sighed softly when his hand moved back to slide through his hair before his face was pulled down to Soubi's. He wasn't sure how to react to Soubi's lips molding to his, he opened his mouth in a gasp only to have Soubi's tongue slip deftly past his lips. His mouth filled with strong taste of cigarettes, and he slowly returned Soubi's desperate kiss.
Kio knew why Soubi was doing this, but he still didn't stop him. Even minutes later when both were free of all their clothes and he was moaning under the ministrations of Soubi's hot tongue. He knew he should stop him for Soubi's sake, but probably more for his own. But the thought that maybe this would help Soubi, help him forget and move on, even if it wasn't to move on to him; that thought kept him from protesting when Soubi moved over him and thrust into him without warning, making him cry out. That thought, and his own need to feel like Soubi could still love him, even if for only a night, made him tighten his arms and legs around Soubi as he ground into him; arching his neck as Soubi bit roughly at his throat in a way that would surely leave glaring bruises for the morning. Even though he knew Soubi would undoubtedly disappear again in the next few days, he didn't try to stop him when Soubi caught his lips in a harsh kiss; trapping the moan that threatened to escape as they came in each others arms.
Kio sighed softly to himself as Soubi collapsed on top of him, breathing heavily until he fell asleep. He lay there in the dim room, listening to Soubi's now steady breathing, wondering how strongly he would regret letting this happen. He knew it hadn't really meant anything, he knew Soubi wasn't going to stay. But still he had let it go, for Soubi's sake, anything to comfort him.
"I love you Soubi, no matter what happens, I'll love you." He murmured with a sad smile before he fell asleep.
The next morning came as no surprise to Kio, though he couldn't deny that he had hoped it would be different. He'd woke alone on the couch; a comforter from his bed draped over his still naked body the only evidence that Soubi had thought of him before leaving. He still checked the apartment after dressing, just on the off chance that maybe Soubi was in the shower or the kitchen maybe. But of course he wasn't there, he had left just like he'd known he would. A bitter smile crossed his face as he felt the familiar ache in his chest as another piece of his heart cracked and crumbled.
A/N: Well that was it. A bit sad I know, but it sounded good in my head and thats all that matters. Someday I may write a nice happy little Soubi.Kio fic...but not now. This one will stay a oneshot for now, and maybe if enough people actually want more or I take the time to write more I'll continue it, but for now it's a oneshot.
And for anyone who was actually interested in the sequel to the 'Kuya.Hana fic, I am actually working on it...a just got a twitch to write this. So yeah...it's coming soon probably.
