So, this is my first ever submission here. It's just some drabble, made from an idea I had floating around my head. A plot bunny, if you will. But anyways, I was finally encouraged to write it out by Shoku-dan's contest for Ritsuka-kun's birthday. (shoku-dan(dot)org)
Broken
Some Loveless Drabble
She hadn't always been like this. She didn't use to be so volatile, so vicious. Ever since He left, though, everything was different.
Slap!
"Where is he?!" she shrieked. "Bring him out! I'm sick of you! You're not mine!" He stood there, bearing the pain, and preparing himself for worse. Once she got started, she didn't stop.
When He had been around, He would stop her. But He was gone now. The shock and the pain and the loss had left them broken. He was simply cracked in two. She, however, had been shattered, like a glass vase dropped on a sunny afternoon, glittering but ever so dangerous.
She struck him again, harder this time. He flinched. He knew weapons would be brought out soon. Maybe a fork again, like last night. Or, for a change in pace, a knife. Maybe she'd just settle for her hands.
She curled her hands into lethal little fists and drew her arm back.
Ah, he thought. Fists this time.
She began to pummel him ruthlessly, not stopping until he couldn't hold himself up anymore. She backed away then, warily, as if expecting him to attack her back. But he just lay there, helpless, battered, and bruised. She knew she should stop, that this was horribly wrong, but what could she do? He wasn't her Ristuka.
Later, after the fact, they had both retreated into their rooms. He nursed his wounds, deliberately avoiding calling that man. He couldn't bear to have that man come and see him like this. Not in this wretched state.
She was breaking down in her room, siniffling quietly; he was her son - but he wasn't her Ritsuka. She shouldn't be hitting him - but she couldn't stop.
After a long while, he approached her again, seeming remorseful. He apologized. Lied.
"I'm sorry, mom. It won't happen again. But I'm back. It's me. Your Ritsuka. I'm back." She clutched at him, clung to him, almost like a little child during a thunderstorm. Her Ritsuka...! She started sobbing, incoherently apologizing.
"I'm so sorry, baby! I'm so sorry, my dear Ritsuka!" She continued to cling to him until she finally succeeded in crying herself to sleep.
Eventually, he detached himself from her, frowning. It was only temporary, he knew that. She'd know sometime tomorrow, or the next day, that her Ritsuka wasn't really there at all. After all, she was shattered.
Broken.
End.
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