yaaaay my first fanfic (: i'm overly obsessed with loveless and the pairing between soubi and ritsuka. i originally thought of this story with different characters, but its hard to get past the soubi/ritsuka relationship, so i decided to just use them & switch them into a different world.

I dont own Loveless, obviously. I tried to keep the history facts on the true side, but i'm sure i'll get something wrong relying on wiki. Uhm... what else, oh title of this story is taken from the great song 'Prayer of a Refugee' by Rise Against. Enjoy!

"Soubi!" cried Seimei, whom had just opened the door without really asking. Soubi pushed up his glasses and closed his book. Seimei rushed in with a serious look amongst his face, "come on, Father wants us to scout for a leak."

A leak meant someone who may have witnessed something of their groups doings or a failed information broker. More often then not, this leak will be killed for their mistake of being there at the wrong place and at the wrong time.

Soubi sighed and moved himself from the window seat of his room, setting down the book. Standing taller than his younger brother Seimei easily. They made their way downstairs of a dark complex apartment, which held many members of the gang.

Soubi and Seimei were the ringleaders here, under their Father's word.

Nagisa, try as she may, rounded the corner in little to no clothing and gave a weary smile. She knew they were going on a mission, without her leading, she wanted nothing to do with it. She was very resentful for not gaining the leading position of this section of the gang. "have fun," she muttered sarcastically with enthusiasm, trotting up the stairs.

Seimei passed a knowing glance at his brother as they shook their head.

Soon Youji and Natsuo came racing down the stairs. The twins smirked as they reached the base at the same time, "Are we ready to go?" muttered Natsuo, her wine red hair was pulled back. Meanwhile Youji bent down to tie his shoe, as odd blue hair fell to cover his face.

Seimei nodded as his black hair fell gracefully around to frame his face.

Soubi turned to walk out the door with his blond hair pulled back, ready for duty. He wasn't a fan of tracking down possible innocents, but a command was a command.

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The group of four had split up once they got into the center of the city. It was a gray-cool day, the clouds left the sun its job of leaving it still bright outside. It was like this often here in Grozny, Russia. The inner-city was almost over crowded as regular people gathered in lines to get their serving of soup for the day.

Soubi side-stepped past hovering groups of people, caught in raggedy old clothes and hungry faces. Luckily, Soubi and the gang didnt have to take part in any of this. They were well off with their jobs in their Father's mafia. Yet he felt bad as they wasted away on the streets.

Wearing a long dark jacket, he tried to blend in as he scouted the area for a woman he had a picture of in his hand. He took in the basics- the extremely long black hair with straight bangs and hard blue eyes.

Yet as he studied the picture more, he was frozen as he felt he knew the woman. But from where? He flatly frowned and continued out of the busy square of the city. To where he could get a better view of everyone within the premises.

Subconsciously he noted Seimei on the other side of the square.

Taking the picture in hand for him to study once more, something poked in his mind that he had seen her before, but couldn't figure where or why.

Considering the circumstances, Soubi was wise of knowing how the outside world worked thanks to all the books he's read throughout the years. Meanwhile everyone else in the gang seemed so oblivious and narrow minded to how the world worked. They were stubborn and believed in only succeeding in the Mafia business to make Soubi's father, Ritsu happy.

The pay was good, the business was always up and running, but Soubi had educated himself to the point of questioning if he really wanted to be doing this anymore.

A long amount of time had passed as he thought deeply and continued to look at the picture.

The picture then blurred as he gaped and looked ahead to see a young boy whom had the near exact face of this woman. Yet as the boy walked by only feet away, his violet eyes bounced at Soubi then quickly returned the ground.

The boy quickened his pace and caught a womans hand, that of which had long black hair.

Soubi gasped and rushed forward and out of the streets to confirm the details. Thoughts tangled in his mind as he watched the two walk peacefully, what had she done exactly?

Pushing himself to rush past them, Soubi turned to face the woman straight on. The young boy's eyes grew wide as he practically hid behind the woman, presuming the mother.

"Misaki Aoyagi?" Soubi asked softly, darting his eyes back toward the busy square nervously.

'What are you doing?' thought Soubi. Something gripped the back of his mind as he pleaded to remember where he'd seen this woman before.

She tucked her hair behind her ear, meanwhile the other hand held the young boy protectively. "Yes?"

She spoke with a concerned look, but that's when Soubi noticed it. The scar that lined the side of her neck and behind her ear. Soubi thought he'd throw up at that moment due to the realization.

Feeling his legs grow weak, he grabbed her arm and pulled her to the privacy of the aside of an alley.

"You need to run. Run and hide and don't come out for a while, don't go home or anywhere... obvious." Soubi spoke quickly and kept glancing back toward the Square.

Misaki gaped and looked at Soubi questioningly then nodded with a hard look. "You're with them, aren't you? I've seen you before... why is a monster like you helping me?" She breathed and almost spoke between her teeth.

Soubi was taken back by her harsh words. He brought his hand to her face and tried to calm her with a smile. "I know what happened, the Mafia is after you, just go! Quickly!" He stammered as he moved back and glanced sadly at the young boy whom looked terrified.

Misaki made a sound that seemed to lead to a sob, but she quickly pulled at her sons arm and began to run the opposite direction.

Seimei glanced around, finding no one exactly meeting his expectations. Darting his eyes back to where his brother once was on the opposite side, he squinted as he noticed Soubi turning the corner quickly. Had he found her?

Seimei drove his legs to move past the thick crowd of hungry, dirty people. He scowled as he bumped into many beggars and low-lifes. Those whom he considered to be nothing but useless as they waited in line for a bowl of soup their whole lives.

It was 1957 and the wars developing around the outside world brought great impact to Grozny and Russia. Stalin sent refugees and suspected hundreds of Russians to Chechen. The economy had nearly nothing to its name, meanwhile government was hardly a real word in this day and age.

An angry old man had pushed Seimei aside, as he gladly stumbled out of the large crowd, almost into Soubi's arms.

Soubi flashed a nervous smile to his brother. Hiding everything that had happened. "Did you see her?" Seimei asked hurriedly.

Soubi glanced around and shook his head, "Nope, perhaps shes more east. Hm, do you know how old this picture is?" Soubi asked just to simply change the subject.

Breathing a sigh of relief as Seimei turned and started to walk back north. "Lets find out, in the mean time lets go get something to eat. I'm starving."

Soubi felt his chest ache as he thought of Misaki. The horrifying part was, Soubi knew who that boys father was... and Misaki probably didn't.

hope you enjoyed what little I had to start with. I'm defiantly continuing this, this is just the introduction chapter.