Counterfeit
A story where Ritsuka copies Soubi. What else is there to say?
It would have been wrong to say he wasn't appreciative every time Soubi murmured sweet nothings into his ear, it would be wrong to say that he was unfazed by it all.
But then, it would also be very wrong to say that he didn't feel like a knife was being steadily pierced into his heart every time he heard it either.
It was cruel, hearing him say that, knowing that his brother only ordered the blonde to do it.
He was Loveless, the name explains for itself how impossible and ludicrous Soubi's professions of love were.
He was hurt Soubi would keep repeating it. Every single day, through greetings or text messages... reminding him of how fake Soubi really was.
"I love you, Soubi." a sweet smile graced Ritsuka's face as he whispered it to his brother's ex-fighter. He was curious as to how Soubi would react.
Would he beam at him, for at last saying those words he was waiting for?
Or would he realize that this was his deliberate attempt to mock him? Hurt him? Show him as the lier he truly was?
Soubi's gaze snapped towards his master's with blatant shock. "Ritsuka..."
"Aishiteru." He whispered once more, still smiling.
Would he notice that he was copying the exact same movements Soubi would do as he said those words?
Those hurtful, heartless words...
Ah... there it is...
A bright smile found its way to Soubi's face and he saw the man extend his hand to his smaller ones.
A sickening urge to scream gripped at Ritsuka, an urge to scream at the man before him, to tell him what he thought of those words.
His heart throbbed in pain and disappointment. The truth was laid in front of him now.
"Are you happy when I say that?" Ritsuka heard himself ask, defeat was set into his tone.
No, no, this was all wrong! He should be shouting, berrating the fighter.
But all he felt was unfamiliar numbness going through him.
He felt the older teen stiffen and saw the hand that was once outstretched hanging limply at the sides. "Ritsuka?.." a deep voice echoed through him.
"Would you... stop saying those words if I say 'I love you'?" Ristuka questioned, bitterness hanging from his every word. He was just tired of it all.
Silence engulfed them in a deep trench. There was no turning back, they had been digging this hole from the first time they saw eachother. It was time to face it.
For the first time, he lifted his haunted violet eyes to those piercing blue ones.
"You don't mean those words earlier." It was more of a statement that a question.
Ritsuka shook his head, "No. But I'm glad I said them..."
No reply.
"Because, now I know the truth. You don't mean those words you say to me, do you?"
"I mean those---"
"Don't lie!" Ritsuka suddenly cut him off, all those years of pain now transforming into hatred. "You never meant it! How could you when I just copied you when I said those words and you didn't even realize that those were fake!" he shouted spitefully, a light sheen of tears covering his eyes.
Soubi shook his head, golden locks flowing gently in the wind. "You didn't copy me, Ritsuka. You copied what you thought I was."
Silence.
Shock.
Fragility.
"What do you mean by that..?" he breathed slowly.
"You think my words were untrue. You repeated what I said, thinking that. You're words were fake, not mine." He gently said.
"Then why didn't you say you knew?" the dark-haired teen shot back, unwilling to concede defeat.
"Because, I thought in time your words would become real, like what happened to mine." a sad yet beautiful smile appeared on Soubi's lips.
Counterfeit: To pretend to have an emotion in order to decieve somebody.
In short, they are lies.
But then again... not all lies remain untrue.