After the abuse, Ritsuka has developed into a person that is ominously just like Seimei. How will that affect Soubi? Will he accept it or will he fight to get the old Ritsuka back? (Rated M for futrue chapters)

Chapter One: Just Another Night

Best describing the dining room that night would be dim. The curtains were pulled close and the only light in the room was a single ancient bulb that illuminated the neatly set table. Small bowls and plates adorned the table, all centering on the largest bowl filled with rice. There was an abundance of dishes to choose from. One looked suspiciously like miso soup, another was cooked fish, something that was mostly likely roasted tomatoes with garlic and some kind of green vegetable, and there was also hamburger, and there was a dishes that looked like stewed potato's, along with a few other foods to choose from. The array was set out in front of Ritsuka as a feast of sorts. It's nothing more than a delicious appearing trap.

Sighing, Ritsuka picked a miscellaneous spoon to transfer food from the serving bowls to his plate. Which resulted in an immediate reaction from Misaki. So it was going to be one those nights. After seven years, Ritsuka's mother was still looking for signs of the Ritsuka before his tenth birthday.

Misaki just looked at the boy, her large eyes windows clouded over with crazed deceit. Slamming her fist hard onto the table-top, in a pleading voice she says," Ritsuka, children need their mothers to feed them. Right Ritsuka?" She stares at the imposter, "Isn't that right Ritsuka?"

"Yes, that's right mother." Ritsuka says and a cold tone. He wasn't in the mood tonight to deal with his mother's mad delusions. She was giving him a chance to redeem himself, but the neko wanted nothing more than to finishes his meal in peace. So without further ado, Ritsuka began to eat, never wavering under Misaki's glare. He eats mechanically. Chopsticks to mouth to plate to mouth to plate mouth. Emotionless as he does so, not minding what he's choosing to eat or omit. All the while his mother watched with glamoured fascination.

Tension was so thick in the room it revolved around the two like a suffocating blanket. Ritsuka in silence to hastily complete dinner, as for the past half week he has eaten little more than convent store melon bread and toast. However his mother's anger increases exponentially as Ritsuka continues to consume foods that "her" Ritsuka wouldn't.

Misaki can apparently take no more as she throws her fist onto the table once again, more menacing than the first time. Finding fault with her sons eating preferences, she yells about Ritsuka only eating uncooked tomatoes. His mother's emotional fit led to nothing but a screaming Misaki. Ritsuka stoically continues to eat unmindful of his mother's out outrage.

"Ritsuka only eats uncooked tomatoes! Do you hear me?! He only eats uncooked tomatoes! You are not my son!" She dramatically pushes the meal from the table, leaving only the plate she and her son were eating off of. "You are not my son! You are not my Ritsuka!" Misaki announces. Screaming and yelling at the boy, tears cascading down her face.

Ritsuka places his plate and chopsticks onto the table. He braces himself for his mother's attack. She grabs her plate and flings it at Ritsuka. As the disk shatters on the wall behind Ritsuka's head, he winces. He hadn't thought his mother would be so enraged, nor did he believe that tonight she would have another episode as she's been withdrawn for the majority of the week. Misaki stands from the table and walks over to Ritsuka, looking down on him hating the pleading look in his eyes. She kicks him hard in the stomach, making Ritsuka fall to the dining room floor, clutching his stomach in pain. Then she begins to beat Ritsuka when she herself falls on her knees. Lashing out at any unprotected surface on Ritsuka.

His face is smashed into the forgotten shattered glass and remains of dinner. Ritsuka taste the iron bitterness blood as his mother's attack continues. Surely shell tier soon? The boy is powerless to defend from the abuse. Laying on the floor, he has no option but to wait for the assault to end. Tears escape as he tries to withhold the shouts of pain.

To be continued.

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