Authors Note: Hello! I know I've got like, three ongoing stories, but we're studying the Holocaust and I couldn't help myself. This is about a boy, Ritsuka, who was in hiding from the Nazis. When one Nazi finds him and takes him far away from his abusive mother, kidnapping him, claiming undying love what will the young boy's reaction be? When Soubi, a Nazi who has fallen in love with a young homosexual boy, what will happen? Yes, Hitler killed Jews, but he also killed Homosexuals, Jehovah's Witnesses, Gypsies, and anyone with dark hair. He didn't just kill Jews, so all you who have something to say about it, screw off. It's a lemon.
The chick who kept sending people to kill Ritsu and Soubi is Hitler. I don't know her name. Deal with it.
Disclaimer: I don't own Loveless.
Ritsuka was dying inside. He could not go out, and he could not stay in. His mother beat him, for simply following what he believed in. He was a homosexual. The Furor hated his kind. He lived in the attic above his mother's home. She aloud him to live there only because his older brother, Seime had wished it. He didn't want to be in the middle of this war. He didn't want to be in his home. Ritsuka hoped with all his heart that someday someone would take him far away, to safety. He wished it with all his heart that he would be saved one day.
Soubi walked to the woman's door to collect her son. He had been watching the young man through the attic window. The boy cried every night, while staring out the window. He would just stair and stair at the stars, and then his mother would come and yank him away by his hair. Then after about three hours the boy would come back to the window and cry. He would always be bruised or cut. It was a pitiful sight that broke the soldier's heart. So earlier that day he had staged his death, and tonight he planned to take the boy, far from his dreadful home, he didn't care if the Furor did find and kill him, as long as he could give the boy freedom.
As he knocked on the door he heard a dog barking, somewhere down the street. As a tall, lean woman answered it, she frowned, and then smiled a bit.
"Hello, officer. How can I help you?"
The man's face looked as if he were angry.
"I have come to receive some information about an unwanted visitor in your attic. May I come in?" His voice was cold, and the woman looked pleased with herself as she stepped aside and let the man in.
"Please, Officer, I don't know what to do. It's my son, he's a homosexual! It's terrible, I know, but I cannot do anything about it! My older son, before leaving the household, told him 'To believe in what he wanted."
"I understand ma'am. Please, lead the way to the upstairs. I'll be taking him tonight."
"Please do! I cannot stand to have anything that goes against the High Furor's wishes in my home." The evil woman. She sold out her own son, just to gain the favor of the Furor.
'What filth, the woman is completely evil.' he thought as he reached the upstairs, his final destination, the window. There the boy sat, sleeping, his face pressed against the cool glass. It was snowing outside, and his shallow breath made fog appear and disappear from the window. In, out, in, out. The breathing never slowed or increased until the woman reached down and grabbed his black locks.
"Get up, boy!"
As he woke he grasped her hand, the one dragging him up, "Mother I-"
His voice dropped and died off as he saw the Officer standing close behind her.
"No…Mother, please!" He cried, looking swiftly towards the woman who had given him birth.
She laughed, and pulled the boy towards the older man, as Ritsuka struggled.
"No son of mine would be a homosexual. I don't care what your brother said; I'm not dying for a filthy thing like you." She threw the boy down at the feet of the Officer.
"Mother?!" It was that shrill, terrified voice again, of the beaten boy. He had his arm out in front of him and his eyes tightly squeezed shut.
The Officer bent down and picked the boy up, slinging him over his shoulder.
"Boy, I suggest you not make a fuss. If you're good I can get a fair word in for you."
The voice that rang out through the room was the Officers, cold and low pitched. It aroused Ritsuka, to his terror and embarrassment. The boy trembled in fear, and tried not to scream. He was panicking, and he was trying hard not to beg and plead with the man to spare him. As he was dragged down the stares, the man set him down.
"Coat, boots now." Ritsuka was surprised by the mans demand, but still got the things together.
"If you're sick, you won't make it past the gates." The older man explained what Ritsuka found to be his only comfort; a small amount of kindness from the man. A wool hat was shoved down upon his head, causing him to wince. When the older man picked him up bridal-style he almost shrieked.
He man was silent as he opened the door and stepped over the thresh-hold into the snow. He was taking Ritsuka away, but not as the boy had wanted.
After a few hours of being carried, the boy had fallen asleep, and every now and then, would whimper. The older man was amazed by the thinness of the small boy, whose name was still unknown to him. He walked until they were out of the city. By the time the sun had risen, the boy had woken up, and asked if he could walk. After making Ritsuka promise not to runaway, the older man let the boy down.
Ritsuka had barely uttered more then three words to the Officer since the night before.
When the older man was sleeping, Ritsuka had woken and had stared at the man for hours. He didn't touch the Officer, he just looked. When the man awoke Ritsuka was still looking.
'It had probably freaked him out to have a homosexual stare at him…' The younger boy had thought, causing a great sadness to fill his heart.
They had been walking forever the next day, and Ritsuka had almost collapsed. He could tell he was dehydrated, and since he hadn't eaten in almost a week, he was sure he was on the borderline of starvation. When he'd fallen face first into the snow, the older man looked back, only to see the young boys sleek dark hair against the giant pile of snow. The older man bent and picked him up and found the boy was barely alive. He had frostbitten fingers, and he was lighter then he had been before. The dark circles under his eyes showed prominent signs of insomnia. He held the boy close to him in an attempt to warm him up. They were only a few miles from the nearest town, so the Officer took off his soldier's uniform. He wore underneath a fur coat and fine clothing, courtesy of his friend Kio. He had told the man of the little boy in the window, and told him of hi plan.
The other man had sent him off with money and clothes, to keep him safe and warm.
When he buried the soldier's uniform under the frozen dirt he returned to the boy, whose name he was still uncertain of. He picked the boy up and carried him through the snow, taking him to the next town to find an inn.
When he checked in, he had gotten only one room, for him and his 'son.'