Soubi drabbles. This is anangsty thingy, centred around Soubi when he was with Seimei, from Soubi's PoV. I may write some more but I'm srtuggling to get back into the mood I was in when I wrote it so it's kind of hard XD Anyway I hope you like! Please reveiw, I love getting them!!

I drop my eyes to the floor.

I need an order.

I'm starting to feel again.

This cold hearted seventeen year old in front of me is my everything. I live to carry out orders. Seimei lives to order and control.

It's only right.

It's the natural order of things.

My mind and body are owned. It's only natural my heart is owned too, isn't it?

At night I try to imagine what it would be like to have my feelings returned.

I nearly always fail.

My master is not a loving person. I'm sure he lives off hatred and revenge.

The times when I can imagine, it's far too good to be true. That's when the silent tears come. My heart contracts and I'm eaten from the inside by a hopeless sadness.

But in the morning the hope returns.

And that's the most painful thing of all.

I have strong morals.

I believe in avoiding violence as much as is possible.

I believe in fair play.

I believe in honesty.

But when it comes to deciding between my morals and the teachings of my sensei and the authority of my master, the latter always win out. The scars that cover my back and my heart hold a weight that is immeasurable.

I can never forget, even for a moment.

I'm damaged beyond repair.

Hurt weakens the mind and slows the reflexes. So does love.

However I know I needn't worry about my ability to fight with these handicaps. Seimei and I are stronger than any pair we will ever need to fight. We could conquer all with our strength, and I think that's what Seimei intends to do eventually.

I want only to be by my master's side. I hope that once we have reached his goal, that is what I will do.

Hope is also weakening.

There are good days and bad days.

On a good day I am allowed to watch him think. He is not aware of my presence or simply doesn't care, until he speaks to give orders. On these days my loyalty grows.

On bad days I will sit outside his door for hours on end, just wanting to hear his voice. He will not speak through the door, knowing it's what I want. But these days allow for quiet reflection on my part, so they are not so bad.

The active days are the ones I really fear.

I am given orders that I must execute, with no excuses. On these days, I see the sadistic side of Seimei. On these days, I am forced to torture and manipulate and show no mercy.

The thing that truly scares me is that it is slowly getting easier. The voice inside my head telling me what is right and what is wrong is getting quieter.

The voice I listen to instead is Seimei's.