He dreamt he was flying again, turquoise skies laughing and clouds misting. Semei is there and he laughs with him. His mother woke him up. She hit him across the face and leaves.
Maybe love hurts…He thinks numbly, rubbing his already reddening cheek.
And maybe it doesn't.
The thought evades him and he sighs. It's Sunday and he'll go to school the next day. He lights the incense and lets it cloister around him as he holds it by the picture.
"You were pretty, Semei." He murmurs and a tear slips down his cheek. He remembers the hugs, sympathy, love and bandages that form his brother.
Death is a thief…He closes his eyes and summons courage to ask a question.
"Why?" His voice is small, babyish.
I am not Ritsuka. If I was, Semei would answer.
He concludes.
How can I be? I have no brother. Barely a father. I have no..Well, yes. Yes, I guess I do. Or what's left of one. But she wants Ritsuka,
He brushes up against his desk and flinches, pain seeping through him. He rubs the band-aid that covers a bloody dent.
Well, maybe love hurts. He thinks again and a smile crosses his features, making his face light up.
"The only way I will be able to please mom and Semei is to..."
He knows, Eyes wide, he whispers to the darkness.
"Become Ritsuka."
And the darkness applauds him.
