Ok, this is going to be the first of a series of song inspired oneshots. All the songs I use I HIGHLY reccomend you taking a listen to. Especially this one! Just so you know, this story is my own take on what will happen after Ritsuka encounters his brother at the school (volume 8 ch.8-9. ) Please Read and Review!!
Disclaimer: Unfortunetly, I do not own Loveless, nor do I own Coldplay...poo. (
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"Soubi, how did it all come to this?" Soubi's beloved sacrifice, Ritsuka asked. They had just walked into the lousy, cheap hotel room Soubi had rented. Ritsuka reluctantly crashed his tired, sore body onto the mangled mess of a mattress. It obviously had quite a few broken springs, which poked up through the thin bit of bedding. Ritsuka made a soft grunt as he was greeted by a spring that poked into his side. He sighed and ignored it all. Just as he ignored the acidic tears that threatened to be released. He choked them down, and was consumed by the burning sensation it left in his throat.
Soubi felt miserable. He felt utterly useless to his sacrifice, whom, he had all but abandoned back at the school of Seven Voices. Yes, he had defeated Nesei, that bastard. But, when faced with Seimei, he backed away into a corner like a scared puppy. After the fact, he felt like a complete ass hole. But, Seimei had control over him like that, or, at least he did. It was officially Ritsuka that had saved the day back there. Ritsuka was the one that came to his side just before Seimei attempted to end his life then and there. It was Ritsuka who threw his tiny form in-between Soubi, and the blade which Seimei held. It was Ritsuka who spoke those precious words that bound himself to Ritsuka, and ultimately saved his life. It had been Ritsuka whose soft agile lips pressed to his own, and created a bond that he had never imagined would form. It was Ritsuka, his angel, his muse, his lover, his friend, and his sacrifice, his Ritsuka that had saved his life. His Ritsuka, who he wanted to please more than anyone in the world.
But, it was also his Ritsuka that had to endure the sight of his own brother being killed, by none other than Soubi. The image of Ritsuka's crystal tears falling as he whispered in a hoarse voice the command to exterminate the imposter that claimed to be "his" brother. That image would always haunt Soubi. But, he knew the whole night would haunt Ritsuka that much more. He knew the boy had already been through more pain than he should have. He also knew, that this would be just another scar the poor boy would have to forever bear, along with the many others that people had inflicted on his dear Ritsuka. It made Soubi nearly insane with anger at the thought of all those who had pained the poor boy, who to him, deserved none of it. Then again, it sickened him to know that he had, if not still was, inflicting pain on the boy. He wanted to help the boy, to ease his pain, if not take it all away. But he wasn't sure how to without angering him. When, finally, an idea hit him.
"Ritsuka, I am eternally sorry for everything. But, know, I am always here. I will always belong to you. You always have a place, here, with me. You belong with me, not swallowed in the sea." Soubi said in a soft, comforting airy way. Ritsuka looked up with a sad pleading face at this statement from his fighter. Soubi could see, the boy had been near tears before, and now they were fluently streaming down his pale face.
The graceful fighter waltzed over to where his sweet sacrifice sat in pieces on the grubby bed. He sat next to the crying lover, and pulled him into his arms, not caring if the boy started to protest. Which, to his surprise, he didn't. Maybe, their bond had really grown THAT much. Soubi hoped so. He squeezed the boy lovingly to his chest, and the boy placed his own dainty arms around the broad fighter, holding on for dear life. His small body shook violently for several minutes while he cried. After a while, he subsided to meer shaky intakes of breath, and finally landed to silent tears. All the while, his fighter had been softly singing some English song.
"You cut me down a tree
And brought it back to
me And I could write a song And I could write it down
And that's what made me see
Where I was going wrong
You
put me on a shelf
And kept me for yourself
I can only blame
myself
You can only blame me
A
hundred miles long
Well, that's where I belong
And you belong
with me
Or spread it all around You put
me on a line You cut me down to size And
I could write a book And I
could write it down And I could write a song The streets
you're walking on Oh what good is it to
live Oh the streets you're walking on
Get
lost and then get found
Or swallowed in the sea
And hung me out to dry
And darling that's when
I
Decided to go to see you
And
opened up my eyes
Made me realize
What I could not see
The one they'll say that shook
The
world, and then it took
It took it back from me
Or spread it all around
Get lost and then
get found
And you'll come back to meNot swallowed in the
sea
A hundred miles long
Well,
that's where I belong
And you belong with me
A thousand houses long
Well, that's where I
belong
And you belong with me
With nothing left to give
Forget but not forgive
Not
loving all you see
A
thousand houses long
Well that's where I belong
And you
belong with me
Not swallowed in the sea
You belong with
me
Not swallowed in the sea
Yeah, you belong with me
Not
swallowed in the sea"
"Soubi?" A timid sounding Ritsuka inquired.
"Yes, what is it, Ritsuka?" Soubi asked, still quietly humming the beautiful song, it was really and truly his favorite. Like most things did, it reminded him of Ritsuka.
"Who is that song by?" The boy asked quietly. Silent tears were still flowing, but not quite as heavy of a stream as before. They subsided as a slow trickle.
"It's a American group called Coldplay. Would you like to listen to the song. I have the CD in my car. If, you wouldn't mind going out there with me to listen to it." Soubi asked as the boy started to pull away a bit. Ritsuka simply nodded for his answer.
Soubi carried his small and tender sacrifice out of the grungy room and out into the bitter cold. Ritsuka's little legs wrapped tightly around his waist, and his arms wound around his neck. Soubi had one large hand on the middle of the boys back, and another on his lower back on his waist line to support the precious cargo in his arms. When they reached the car parked outside of the hotel, the boy didn't seem like he was going to let go. So, Soubi merely climbed into the drivers side of the car, with the boy still clinging lovingly to him. He cranked the car up and turned the heat on, seeing as how it was a bitterly cold night, and he didn't want his love to get cold. The precious boy in his arms stirred, and turned himself around so that he was sitting in Soubi's lap with his small and narrow back against Soubi's firm chest. Soubi reached over and hit the "CD" button on the console. Instantly the little screen lit up, and Soubi skimmed the tracks until he found the song he was looking for.
At first, it was just Soubi who was singing along with the song. But after the fifth time of it playing on repeat, he could hear his little Ritsuka pipe up during parts that he had memorized. Soon, they were both singing along to the soft mellow song. The words bore into each of their hearts, and to Ritsuka, it made him feel that much more attached to man he was quickly beginning to feel so much love for. Soubi had his arms around his beloved as they sat in the car and sang along with what he knew would become "their song". Ritsuka was holding onto the warm arms that encircled him, and no more than forty minutes later, he had fallen fast asleep. Soubi didn't want to disturb the soft sleeping figure, so he decided on sleeping in the car along with his beloved.
In no time, the song became background music to each of the lovers peaceful dreams. It was a blissful night, for a thorned day.