RitsukaxSoubi

Full Summary: Misaki has finally lost it, taking her life and nearly Ritsuka's, but what is Soubi supposed to do when he isn't his legal guardian? Take Kio's advice and lets social services give him to a local foster parent, who they happen to know! New to Japan and their art class, foreigner Megan(that's me!) has befriended Kio, thus Soubi as well. She's just what they need for Ritsuka; willing, ready and very loving.

A/n: Don't worry, at worst I might end up going out with Kio, but Ritsuka's all Soubi's! I'm mostly there as a kind of filler-mother... And cause I really wanted to! XD

Ritsuka's hand stopped short at the door knob. His fingers twitched slightly as he tried to make them wrap around the handle. His eye brows furrowed and he quickly clenched his fist. His pearly fingers grew paler as he slowly dug his nails into his palm. The grocery bags that hung from his skinny, sleeved arm were starting to make his skin ache from the weight but he ignored it as he tried to identify the feeling in the pit of his stomach. Gulping, he gently released a low breath then opened the door just enough for him to squeeze through, quickly and quietly as possible.

The hallway was dark as he slipped off his shoes, his hands clutching the plastics bags tightly, ready for someone - or something - to jump out. The house was quiet… except for the loud thudding that resonated from the room above. He flinched as he heard a door slam and quickly ran into the kitchen. For several minutes the only sounds were his bare feet padding against the cold tiles of the floor as he scurried from counter to fridge, to cabinet, putting away food. It felt good with summer on its way, days becoming longer and warmer, nights shorter and cozier. The ebony haired boy smiled slightly at the thought of spending some of those nights resting in the arms of his fighter as he placed some milk in the fridge.

Ritsuka jumped and smacked his head as a loud crash sounded behind him. Placing a hand on his sore head, he tried to make the room stop spinning as he heard the hoarse breathing in front of him. He could hear she was angry before he could clearly see her face contorted in fierce hatred.

"What. Are. You. Doing?" Each word was punctuated by a slam of her foot.

Fuck. The real "Ritsuka" didn't put the groceries away, he watched and commented. He dropped his hand and slowly started to say, "I'm home Mo-"

He was cut off by a terrifying scream as Misaki launched herself at him. Quickly, he dove to the side and rolled into a cabinet. She pulled herself from the floor, supporting herself on the counter. Her screeching got louder as she reached an arm to pull a knife from the drawer, "You. Are. Not. MY SOOON!"

With wide eyes, the frail teenager scrambled to get to his feet as his mother stalked towards him. She threw her body at him screaming as he dropped to the ground, the knife cutting along his cheek. He ignored the sting as blood oozed down his skin and wriggled around her legs and ran to the other side of the room. Tears were at the corners of her eyes as she stumbled towards him, crying out in hatred, pain and sorrow, "WHY DO YOU RUN FROM YOUR MOTHER! THE REAL RITSUKA LOVED ME!"

His heart was torn from running to the safety of his room and embracing the broken woman in front of him. Taking a hesitant step towards her, he opened his arms slightly and whispered, "I do love you Mom…"

Misaki was bawling as she fell into his hug, still clutching the knife. He stumbled back and landed on the wall behind him and wrapped his arms lightly around her skinny, malnourished frame. She held onto his tight, black long sleeve shirt tightly as she mumbled, "We'll always be t-together… Because R-Ritsuka loves me… H-He's mine…"

The boy ran a hand down his mother's tangled hair, muttering comfortingly "I won't leave you, I'm your Ritsuka, I'll always be your Ritsuka…"

His mother started to giggle happily, causing him to smile, but then her giggles became louder and soon became maniacal laughter as she pulled back. Her eyes were fogged and shined with hope, pain and sorrow. Her mouth morphed into a demented grin as she pulled the hand holding the knife back and cried out, "HE'S MIINE!"

He yelled out of surprise as the metal slid cleanly into his side, slicing deep into his skin as she slowly pulled it out, dragging it along the edges of the wound, widening the cut. She yanked him off the wall and threw him the ground, crawling onto his aching stomach. She grinned wildly as she bellowed, "WE'LL. BE. TO-GE-THER FOR-EV-ER!" each syllable accompanied by a stab from the dulling blade.

His hands covered his face and tried to push the older woman off, only succeeding when she slowed at the end of her sentence. His legs wobbled as he shakily jumped to his feet, his strength, and blood, draining from his body. He hobbled quickly down the hallway, his mother's angry screams bouncing off the walls, making his head spin. With his hand on the front door knob, he was just two seconds from safety when he felt a sickly skinny hand wrap around his ankle.

No! No this can't be happening!

Tears rose to his beautiful plum colored eyes as he shook his leg hard, the hand falling to the floor with a weak thud. He ripped the door open and used the last of his strength to leap onto side walk in front of his house, getting as far away as possible. His weak limbs crumpled as they hit the cement and his vision blurred as his head smacked the ground. The tears fell quickly as his lean frame shook.

Soubi… I wish you were here…

In front of him was the most amazing sunset in the five years of his life he could remember.

A brilliant, bright, crimson red.

Before anyone says anything along the lines of 'Hey, haven't I read this before? Are you just a lousy, copy cat writer?' Well, no, I'm not, this is a story from a seperate account I cannot seem to get into no matter what, so I'm reposting this here so I can update and edit this whenever I want. Although, unfortunatley, while I was unable to get into my other account, I wrote like three more chapters and then my computer crashed so now theyre all gooone! So ya, you'll have to be satisfied with what I can whip up for now.

P.S: My cat seems to find it very amusing to lay in my lap and sprawl her paws over my laptop keyboard... This makes typing quite interesting...