Hello fan fiction! :D
Recently, I've been totally in love with Loveless so I (Against my better judgment…) decided to make a story! *Super excited*
Oh, and I noticed the lack of Seimei Ritsuka stories, so lets add this one. :3
Rating: M
Pairing(s): SeiRits (Main), SouRits, RitSou, SouKio, with sprinkles on YuiRits
Type: Romantic, Angst, Friendship, Family (Sorta)
Yeah, if you haven't noticed this is Yaoi, not Shounen-Ai like Loveless was originally supposed to be… XD
"Seimei! Did you know that if you eat chocolate with gum, the gum goes away? I saw it on T.V! Isn't that cool?" Ritsuka gazed up at his brother, eager for Seimei's approval. Seimei looked at his brother amused, ruffling Ritsuka's hair.
They were it their living room. Their mother Misaki was cooking tomato stew, Seimei's favorite, and Seimei was helping Ritsuka make appreciation Valentine cards for his class. Their father was working over time, staying over at the office. The television droned on about the news centering on a murder, serving as background noise.
"It's just basic chemistry, it's nothing truly special." Seimei spoke, laughing as his brother's pouting. "But I've never seen anything like it before! What else is there like it? Neh, tell me Seimei!" Ritsuka asked, hugging his brother.
Seimei continued to write down names from the list Ritsuka got from his fourth grade teacher, smiling as Ritsuka begged him to tell him a story. "Ritsuka, if you keep procrastinating like this, you'll never be done by tomorrow. Wouldn't that be sad?"
Ritsuka shook his head. "It won't be! I…I don't really like anybody from the class. I'm only doing this because Matsu-Sensei told us to. I only love Seimei!" Ritsuka smiled kissing Seimei on the cheek.
Seimei kept his smile, putting down his pen to give Ritsuka a grip on his waist. A gasp interrupted the two, Ritsuka looked at their mother. "R-Ritsuka! You shouldn't do that, especially at your age!" Misaki yelled, gripping her apron harshly. "My Ritsuka never would've done that you fake! Ritsuka would've—!"
Misaki cut herself off, grabbing a glass cup that lay on a nearby table and held it tightly, threatening to break it. Ritsuka shrunk at his mom's words, tail curling and ears drooping, readying himself for the blow. "Mother," Seimei said, causing Misaki to flinch and loosen her hold on the cup, falling to the ground and shattering into thousands of pieces.
"S-Seimei, you… Don't you want the old Ritsuka back? Weren't we much happier when he was here?" She asked, voice quaking in confusion and fear. Seimei narrowed his eyes, petting Ritsuka to calm him down.
"This is Ritsuka right here, he hasn't gone anywhere. Ritsuka lets go, I'll buy you something to eat." Seimei stood up, never loosing his cool stare. Ritsuka protested futilely. "But Seimei, mom already, made dinner…" Seimei ignored him, walking over to the coat hanger to put on his jacket.
Even though he argued, Ritsuka obediently put on his jacket along with Seimei. He looked back at his mother worriedly, watching as she shook. "Ritsuka? Come, before it gets late." Ritsuka nodded at Seimei, following as his brother opened the door and left.
Loveless—
Walking along with Seimei hand in hand, Ritsuka asked. "Why… Why are you so mean to mom, Seimei?" It was an innocent question, really. Seimei stopped, looking at Ritsuka meaningfully. "Why do you stick up for her, after all that she's done?"
Ritsuka kicked a rock that lay on the sidewalk. "She's a good person; it's not her fault that she's acting like this… If only I hadn't lost my memories, she would've been fine." Ritsuka looked at the floor guiltily, avoiding Seimei's stare.
Seimei chuckled, mumbling to himself. "She truly does not deserve your kindness…" Ritsuka looked up, confused. "What was that, Seimei?" Seimei did not answer, resuming his walking. Smiling at Ritsuka, he sighed "You really are a great brother, did you know that Ritsuka?"
Ritsuka blushed in embarrassment, walking in tune with Seimei's steps. "Ritsuka, do you remember that anything coupon you gave me last Christmas?" Ritsuka nodded, perking up as he realized that he could be of help to his beloved big brother. "Well, I think I finally found out what I want do with it."
He blinked; hanging off of Seimei's every word intently looking at him. Ritsuka suddenly felt his ear twitch, shivering as it suddenly went cold. Looking around him, he marveled as he realized it had started to snow.
"Seimei! Look, it's snowing!" Ritsuka yelled, hugging Seimei's arm in his excitement. Ritsuka laughed, his tail flicking around playfully. Seimei tipped Ritsuka's chin up, causing his cat-like appendages to perk up. "Seimei?" he asked hesitantly.
"I've decided to have my little brother's first kiss." Seimei smiled, his eyes never leaving Ritsuka's gaze. Ritsuka flushed, ears folding to show his embarrassment. "B-but Seimei, we're boys and brothers! It's w-wrong to do that!" His face went up a few more shades of red as Seimei brushed his thumb gently on his lips.
"Ritsuka, don't you love me?" Seimei asked, faking hurt. Ritsuka gasped, answering quickly. "Of course I love you Seimei! I'll always love you!" Seimei smiled, leaning in.
"Then you'll give your brother a kiss? Because I love you too, isn't that right Ritsuka?" Ritsuka looking around nervously, before finally giving in. "Fine, but this counts as you using your anything coupon." Seimei nodded happily. "Of course, Ritsuka."
Seimei quickly pressed their lips together, causing Ritsuka to close his eyes at the intensity of it. Seimei's lips hungrily moving against Ritsuka's own, Ritsuka moaning as Seimei's tongue licked at his closed mouth unknowingly granting Seimei access. Seimei oozed dominance, his tongue lapping at Ritsuka's.
Ritsuka gasped as Seimei pulled away, panting for air and his face blazing. "W-what was that?" Seimei licked his lips, savoring Ritsuka's unique taste.
"That's something only I should do, Ritsuka. Never, let any one else taint you." Seimei leaned in for another kiss.
Tainted? Ritsuka didn't think of it as being tainted. It burned, Seimei's kisses. It was like making memories on the skin, the feeling lingering. It wasn't like a picture though, not something you could look at and remember always. It was something you'd remember in your heart. Ritsuka would never forget, and he'd never let anyone else kiss him.
But he had let someone else kiss him. Soubi had, and Ritsuka hadn't made as big a deal as he should've had.
The bell rang signaling the end of class, snapping Ritsuka out of his daydreaming. Yuiko skipped right up to his desk, grinning happily. "Ritsuka! Yesterday me and my mom went to Osaka for my dad's work, and we went to this super cute store! I wanted to buy you something, so here!" Yuiko handed him a small cutely wrapped box, a big read bow nearly drowning the starry wrapping paper.
Ritsuka stared at Yuiko. "A present? But it's not a holiday or my birthday…" Yuiko blushed. "I know that, but I saw it and it made me think of you… Did Yuiko do wrong?" Yuiko eeped as Ritsuka lightly hit her on the head with his gift, Yuiko rubbing her head tenderly.
"Stupid. Didn't I already tell you not to talk in third person? It's irritating when you do that." Yuiko smiled.
"Well? What are you waiting for, open it!" Yuiko beamed. Ritsuka sighed, untying the obnoxiously big bow. He slowly pealed off the wrapping, careful not to rip the fragile paper.
"Why do you do that? Just hurry and open it!" Yuiko squealed, hands grabbing at the paper in a frenzy.
"No!" Ritsuka commanded, pulling the box out of Yuiko's grasp. Yuiko pouted, sad that she couldn't help Ritsuka.
"But why not? It's a lot easier to just rip it!" Yuiko grumbled. Ritsuka looked away embarrassed. "It's because I don't have a camera with me, so in order to make a memory, I'll keep the paper…"
Yuiko closed her eyes, rubbing her temple with her fingers. "I'm not sure Yui—I understand, but ok!" Yuiko quickly decided that, to avoid any confusion.
The box opened to expose a beautiful dark blue scarf, its edges closed off professionally. "Yuiko…" Ritsuka said, in disbelief.
Yuiko panicked, misinterpreting Ritsuka's reaction. "I-I know it's not much and you could probably find something better at the mall—" An interruption. "I like it." "—but the owner said it was on of a kind, so I—! Huh?"
Ritsuka smiled at Yuiko's unintelligent reply before repeating. "I really do like it, Yuiko."
Yuiko blushed, stuttering. "Well… I—!"
She was interrupted by their teacher as she walked through the door. "Ah Ritsuka, I've been looking all over for you!" Ritsuka frowned, hoping it wasn't about a parent signing off on the weekly progress reports. "What is it, Shinonome-Sensei?"
Hitomi smiled, big and bright. "The school's gotten a call from your mother. She seems so happy, and she said for you to hurry home and that she has a surprise waiting for you at home!" Hitomi was truly happy, thinking Misaki had finally become the responsible loving parent.
Ritsuka looked at her, uneasy but nodded in understanding. This was the first time ever that his mother had called the school, except when she had that panic attack when he left to Soubi's house one time. He wasn't sure what this surprise was, but he hoped it wasn't anything too bad.
Yuiko giggled. "Maybe she'll surprise you with a trip! A vacation, maybe somewhere out of the country! Like Hawaii, with those super pretty hula dancers!" Yuiko squealed as she thought of it, gripping Ritsuka by his shoulders.
"If it turns out you are going to Hawaii, don't forget to call to say goodbye! Oh, and don't forget to get me a cute souvenir too!" Ritsuka laughed nervously, prying Yuiko's fingers off of him.
Hitomi smiled at the pair. It seems Yuiko's love for the boy was showing through, even if it was a little awkward. "Ok Ritsuka, I think you'd better be off, no?"
"Ok Shinonome-Sensei." Putting his bag firmly on and his present tucked safely in it, Ritsuka set off home down the stairs.
Loveless—
Was it his over eagerness that caused this? Only two blocks down from home and he had to see him? Well not that he didn't like him or anything, but Kio was likely to tell Soubi everything about what Ritsuka was doing.
Ritsuka dodged behind a lamppost, hiding as Kio looked around looking quite lost at a four way street. Kio was muttering to himself, angerly gnawing on a chuppa.
In truth, Ritsuka did feel a bit bad leaving Kio to suffer like he was, but it was nothing compared to how irritated he'd feel if Kio was stalking him. Call him paranoid but there was seemingly nothing Soubi wouldn't do to keep tabs on him.
Deciding to take the long way home, Ritsuka promptly turned around and started walking the long way home.
Loveless—
Ok, so the long way home was actually just making a flipped L and resuming his next block taking a left. It wasn't long in the slightest, but hell if it wasn't a few seconds longer than what he'd normally walk.
Standing outside of his house was maddening. It was horrible to think of, but was unfortunately inevitable.
"Hello? I'm home!" He called, as he opened the door. Ritsuka heard the tell-tale signs of life as he heard the clip clap of shoes from upstairs.
"Ritsuka!" His mother gasped from atop the stairs. She was in tears, not looking violent in the slightest. Ritsuka wasn't about to take his chances though, and remained cautious. "You won't believe it, but… but…!"
The woman looked positively elated as she walked down the stairs. "Ritsuka… Seimei!" Ritsuka flinched at the taboo name. "He's come back, Seimei has!"
Ritsuka looked at her blankly, eyes softening. "Mom, Seimei's not coming home, he's dea—"
"He's not dead!" Misaki yelled, looking appalled. "If he was, than why come he's sleeping upstairs huh?"
This threw Ritsuka out of the loop. Someone was sleeping in Seimei's room? A stranger was? "Mom, why don't you make dinner for Seimei and me? I wanna talk to Seimei ok?" Misaki nodded humming a tune, walking towards the kitchen.
"Both my boys are back… Seimei's here to stop me now…" Misaki looked at the kitchen dazed. "Now we can be… a family again…"
A ghost of a smile.
Ok, so I'm stopping here.
You know, originally there was more then just this but I thought a chapter over 2,000 words would be a drag to read. Personally, I think the longer the better but you know the saying of quality over quantity…
I really do hope that the characters weren't OCC, I was trying hard to get them in character especially Ritsuka…
Anyways, see you in the distant future (Maybe?)
— Cecile