Kanoi: Written for the challenge of "Identity."
Youji: Kanoi doesn't own Loveless.
Natsuo: That's all you can think of?
Youji: Well, it's been awhile since we last did this. My thought bucket has run out.
Natsuo: Ah…
Kanoi: Thought bucket…?
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Ritsuka lightly traced the gruesomely elegant scar on Soubi's neck. Soubi traced the dark kanji on the inside of Ritsuka's wrist. Ritsuka's stomach churned. Soubi's mark was terrible to the naked eye, but it was a beautiful name. Ritsuka's mark was much cleaner, almost like a pretty tattoo, but to Ritsuka it was the most disgusting thing in the world. After all, who would want to be named "Loveless?"
Ritsuka hadn't thought he looked upset, but he supposed he must when Soubi said, "It's okay," in a soothing voice.
Ritsuka's voice murmured thoughtlessly, meekly, an "I know."
His mind, however, screamed knowingly, violently, "Liar!"