Introduction: I don't like A/Ns, so this will probably be the only one. I'm participating in the 30 Forbidden Fruits Community on Y!Gallery and decided some of these will be safe enough to post on here. I'm not sure if all of them will be. My two pairings are YonKaka (Naruto) and SeimeiRitsuka (Loveless). Those not fit for this site will still be on Y!Gallery and eventually on livejournal. I use the same name everywhere.
Warnings for series: brother/brother incest, shouta, likely violence and dub-con. If you don't want to read about these things, please don't. Flames will be deleted without reply. Written to seem concurrent with the manga in most cases, like it could have happened this way and still be canon. Written out of order, some before memory loss and some after, piecing the story together.
Cheese and Honey 1: Memory (#10)
by vernajast
seimei x ritsuka
Post memory loss. Ritsuka, 10; Seimei, 15.
"My name...name is...name..."
"Ritsuka. Your name is Aoyagi Ritsuka."
"Ritsuka."
"Yes, and this is your mother." The neurologist pointed to a brown-haired woman sitting in one of the plastic green chairs on the other side of the room. "And your brother." Ritsuka assumed she meant the teenager sitting beside his...'mother.'
"...seimei..." The ten-year-old held his head in his hands, practicing the word, checking its feel on his lips before blurting out, "You're Seimei! I know you!" Seimei flinched, cutting a glance toward the woman beside him, and then smiling, coming to stand beside Ritsuka, ruffling the black hair between two small, soft, twitching cat ears. Ritsuka hopped out of his chair and threw himself at his brother, wrapping his arms around his waist. "...Seimei..."
He could feel the teenager's face nuzzle into his hair, hot breath on his scalp, and it felt safe. Familiar.
"Why? Why doesn't he remember me?" At the tone in Mother's voice, Ritsuka slipped behind Seimei, hiding.
Remember, remember, remember.
He was trying.
Seimei reached back, placing a steadying hand on Ritsuka's shoulder and gently said, "Mother, please calm down."
"Aoyagi-san, I'm sure his memories will return soon. When the trauma has-"
Mother jumped from her seat, eyes wide. "TRAUMA!"
"Well, yes. At the moment, I'm concerned that Ritsuka-kun's condition was brought on as a physiological reaction to a traumatic psychological event."
The words were cold and clinical; the woman called Mother seemed to cling to them, following each syllable as it left the neurologist's lips. She stepped toward the brothers, but Ritsuka stayed hidden behind Seimei, who stood steady. There was a wild look in the woman's eye, a cracked tension in the fine lines around the eyes and mouth. She was angry. Angry at Ritsuka for forgetting, for failing to remember the woman who labored to bring him into the world. Ritsuka grabbed the pockets on the back of Seimei's pants and pulled himself against the taller cat-boy. Seimei's grip on him tightened.
Mother took another step. "Ritsuka? Ritsuka, sweetie, do you know what the nice doctor is saying? Do you remember anything from before you woke up this morning?" The smaller boy peered at her from behind his brother, his anchor, and shook his head 'no.'
"B-but he might, right, doctor?"
"Of course, Aoyagi-san. I believe he will remember, in time." It seemed to be comfort enough, and the forlorn woman flopped back into her chair.
"Come, Mother. Let's take Ritsuka home."
"A-alright, Seimei."
Turning to face his little brother, Seimei dropped to his knees, at eye-level with Ritsuka's wide, violet eyes. "Would you like a piggy-back on the way out?" The boy stared at him, unsure. "You did before," Seimei added.
"Then...okay..." Ritsuka smiled hesitantly and scrambled onto the older boy's back, holding his shoulders as he galloped away, leaving Mother forgotten for the feel of Seimei's warmth beneath him.
The neurologist held the office door, smiling and ushering Mother out.
"W-will he really be okay?"
"Truly, Aoyagi-san, I think he will. Unfortunately, it is something that requires patience and understanding. Why don't you take him home, fix some of his favorite foods, let him watch a familiar video...anything you can do to remind him. It is likely his memories will return with time."
Mother, wringing her hands, shuffled out of the door, muttering, "I hope so."
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