NOTE: This story is a bit different then most I've read so bare with me for a bit OK? I've decided to doo a bit of role reversal here. Ritska is now the older adult having grown up and learned to cope with his mother's abuse he is no longer a timid boy. He has grown into a dark and moody adult whose ideas of pleasure are sickly marred due to Misaki's abuse.
Soubi is a young boy who has been abandoned and cast out by all who may have once loved him. He is left to wander the streets of Tokyo alone. He dreams of being loved and longs for closeness he has never known. He is tired of the pain he suffers and dearly wants to escape.
ALSO: This is my first fic so you'll just have to be patient as I work out all the kinks in the process of making this thing a success. I will attempt to give you all regular updates if lack of writers block shall so permit. On to what I hope you are now eagerly awaiting.
Soubi (thinking): I cannot stand this any longer. I'm so cold inside it is as if Winter is storing the world's cold and ice in my very chest. How I wish to know summers light. For it to take away the pain and sorrow winter's cold ushers in. I fear it will never leave. So long I've wandered these streets. Alone. I want to escape back into a time when once one may have loved me. I deserve this hurt. I must. No one could be so cold as to leave me alone like this I had not done something very wrong. I do not deserve to ask for respite from my pain. I will live and suffer on. Maybe the next life will be kinder if I can bare the punishment of this one.
The small blonde wandered slowly. Never stopping. Grungy blonde hair wiped around his face and his sea blue eyes were frozen. He kept his head down and years pressed firmly to the top of his head. A bandage wrapped about his throat hiding the unhealing wound he'd had from time before remembrance.
"Uh, Sensei? Sensei?" A small girl looked up into the brooding face of her teacher. He starred out the window woodenly and showed no sign of animation.
"Sensei? Sensei are you alright"
Ritsuka flinched. The small voice breaking through his reverie.
"What do you need Yuiko?" Ritsuka snapped irritably.
"You
told me I could have an extra day for my paper. Remember because I
had been sick on
Thursday? I just came to hand it in," She held
up the papers nervously.
Ritsuka grabbed them and turned away, "Thank you Yuiko. Please go now."
The girl quickly turned around and left.
Ritsuka (thinking): These children are pitiful. They will be my undoing if I do not find some peace in my world soon. These kids are far too innocent and untouchable for me to take pleasure in. I need to find someone who will have no one to care for them. In this we will both be safe. If no one cares then no one can tell me what I want is wrong. I will bring pleasure and focus back to my life.