AN: Hello, readers. This is my second multi-chaptered fic, my first under Loveless. This is also a Kio/Ritsuka fic. The reason for the -ish pairing is the fact that I find them cute together. So, if you don't like the Kio/Ritsuka pairing, you'll probably want to leave now. Seimei fans hug yourselves. He's a vicious one in this fiction.
The chapters will be longer than this, but this is short for a reason. Anyway, please enjoy and leave me a review. They are welcomed with open arms!
Warnings Include: Yaoi/shonen-ai in later chapters, slight , swearing, suggestive themes, and possible OOCness.
Timeframe: December in AU land.
Disclaimer: I don't own, I don't sell, I don't do /court. Let's keep it that way. 8D
Metamorphosis
By Seiren Sekito
Prologue
"All that is necessary for evil to triumph is that good men do nothing."
-Unknown
The sound was deafening.
Not in the same way a passing train was loud, or a crying child…Ritsuka knew it was different from that. This sound came from inside him. The roaring of his heartbeat and the pounding of the against his own temples. It didn't matter how hard he tried to block it out, or how tightly he closed his eyes, pressing his hands over his ears and flattening them against his head. The roar was still there. Standing on edge like a storm ready to break.
It was dark now. Every stray strand of light that had filtered through the in the bricks vanished with the setting sun. The chill of the night had settled in not long ago, seeping through the breaks in the wall and sinking to the floor where it ed like a lost ghost. Ritsuka closed his eyes until bright dots danced in the darkness, whimpering faintly when he felt the warmth of the trickling across his ribs. The torn skin along his back burned.
"Ritsuka?"
The voice was soft. A kind voice, underlain with the gentle threads of a caring mother. Ritsuka couldn't see, but he painted a picture of that face in his mind with practiced ease. The man was a masquerade; the childlike innocence etched into his dark eyes a well-known lie to all who'd met him. It was his beauty that confused everyone…how could a man so malevolent be so beautiful? A curtain of dark hair fell in front of his face as he crouched down, laying a gentle hand on the younger boy's shivering shoulder.
"Ritsuka…please look at me," he pleaded, almost sounding regretful, "I need to see those eyes…" He pressed a knuckle under Ritsuka's chin, lifting his head at just the right angle for a rivulet of to snake down from the corner of his mouth. Ritsuka whimpered, hot pain flaring in the cuts on his neck and shoulders. "Ah…" the man's mouth curved into a heart-wrenching smile, "there they are."
He knelt, setting the worn belt that he'd been holding in his free hand aside. Ritsuka watched it clink to the ground, his stomach turning at the sight of his own on the metal buckle and leather sides. The man's hands wove through his jet-black hair, pausing at the base of the ears atop his head, long and slender like that of a cat. "You're beautiful," he whispered cynically, a cruel glint sparking in his eyes as his flawless hands skimmed Ritsuka's throat and chest.
"Please…no," Ritsuka's voice sounded weak, even to him. Hardly a whisper.
The man raised a hand to his own face, tucking a stray lock of brilliant hair behind his ear with a small sigh. The belt clinked as he picked it back up; Ritsuka's tail flicking in apprehension and fear. Seimei had done this before. But this time felt different…
This time the roaring wouldn't stop.