Author's Note: This is my first fanfiction although I've been writing for a while o3o; Please enjoy! Oh, and I don't own ANYTHING although I would really like too. :)

Running. That's all she could remember. She even forgot why she was running at all. But she knew she had to. Or she would die... She didn't want to die. Her legs are screaming. Her lungs burned, refusing air like a child refusing bed time. Her bare feet dug into the earth. Her skin was pale, weak against the elements. There was blood on her clothes but she didn't remember how it had gotten there. She didn't want to.
"Sosamie!"
Who's name was that? Hers? Or did it belong to the body in which the blood had come from? Perhaps were they one in the same? Her body was in so much pain. Her mind wasn't fairing much better. It felt scrambled. She couldn't form a solid sentence. The voice... It sounded so familiar. Like a sweet memory in the back of the mind. But the sweet tone was riding side by side against something else. Was it anger? Or was it fear? Her mind couldn't tell, it was too hazy. But...why would someone be angry at her? Had she done something wrong? Had she caused the blood? No. She wasn't a violent person. But then why fear? Did they -the term was loose- know the trouble lurking for her? It was too soon to made assumptions. She didn't even know the name. It could have been someone else.
"Miss?"
Why were so many voices speaking to her? Who was she? And why had the last voice been so loud? It echoed loudly, banging against the sides of her head.
"Miss, are you okay?"
Okay? No, she was running. There was no way she was 'okay'. She had to keep running. She didn't really know why though. She was... -She was Sosamie Yecetomie.

Silver doe eyes fluttered open before snapping back shut. There was too much light. It burned her like fire. She groaned in dissatisfaction. Her mind and body were too weak to face the light yet. Not while she was still in the darkest part of her memories. Then the light was gone. No, not gone, just dimmed. She slowly opened her eyes, bit by bit, adjusting to her surroundings. Where was she? Where ever it was, it was warm. Sitting up she checked her clothes. Her white gown was clean. Well, as clean as it would get considering the dirt stains. But no blood. She wasn't surprised but it still brought her mild comfort. Her fingers ran through her silver waist long hair. There were several knots.
"Would you like a brush?"
The new voice shocked and frightened her. Her body launched itself into the nearest corner and froze. She didn't have the strength to fight. She didn't... And when she saw him, she really didn't want to. A man stood there in all his raw beauty. There were no other words for it. He was beautiful. His shoulder long blond hair looked like silk. And his blueish-purple eye color looked like it belonged on a painter's palette. But it was more then that. He was so inviting. He held out a brush.
"May I?"
She blinked. May he what? It took her a moment before she understood. She sat back on the bed, facing away from him. Her voice was soft. "You may.."
Her body trembled. She was afraid. Completely and utterly afraid. But amidst all the fear there was something else. Something so strong it threatened to rip her apart. Trust? She mentally slapped herself. Strangers do not trust. She had to be careful. This man could be after her life and she intended to keep it.
His touch was soft and gentle. He ran the brush down her hair, careful not to tug her hair as he undid the knots. 'He has long hair too...That's how he must know how to do this so carefully...' It surprised her that she was being so mild with him, as if he was an old school friend.
"I'm Agatsuma Soubi." His magic fingers never missed a strand. Soubi. It was a pretty name. It suited him well. They sat in silence again. Surely he was wondering who the heck she was. Should she make up a fake name? She didn't think so. He didn't know her. And even if he did she would find a way to get away.
"I'm Yecetomie Sosamie." Her voice was a little stronger. Good. It was who she was after all. Her name gave her strength. If only she could use her real name... She would be unbeatable.
"Your ears are cute." Soubi chucked, causing her to blink. For a moment she forgot she had cat ears. How silly. People always made fun of her ears; she had silver hair yet her ears faded into black. But he thought they are cute...
"Is your tail the same way? Where is it?" Soubi asked. Sosamie nodded her head carefully, not wanting to tug her own hair. It was strange to her. She was at peace with a total stranger. Was she that desperate for calm?
"It's under my dress." Her mind snapped. He didn't had his cat ears or tail. He did look older... It was only natural right? She had never been with anyone that way. She was rather proud of still having her ears while so many people were throwing them away.
"It's a pretty dress." The compliment sounded sincere. She thought it was pretty too, even with the dirt stains.
"Thank you, Agatsuma-sama." He chuckled.
"Call me Soubi. If you don't I'll feel old." She laughed along with him. It felt so good to hear her own laughter. It reminded her she still could.
"There. All done." Soubi sat next to her. She looked up at him and smiled. He was so large compared to her. She was only eighty-eight pounds and only 4'11. Yet she felt as though he was a gentle giant. Perhaps life could be more then running. But it was far too soon to be thinking that. The sweet face could very easily be a ruse.
"Where did you find me?" Sosamie turned and looked up at him. Right now, she needed to know. The innocent face turned serious. Was he going to turn cruel as she expected? She didn't know if she could handle that. He was so sweet and had the nicest aura to him.
"In an ally way. You were sprawled out all over the floor." Thank a god if there was one. Had it been someone else, anyone else; she would be raped or dead. The thought made her shiver although it was toasty inside the little house.

"Your a Sacrifice." The truth in his statement slammed against her. She wasn't expecting that. How on earth did he know about that? Unless...
"You?"
"A fighter unit."
The air that promised life began to choke her. A fighter unit. Her small paradise that collapsed at her feet before she could even ask for a drink. Her body stiffened. Would his Sacrifice walk in at any second, threatening her life? Her mind blurred. Her body was shutting down on her. 'This isn't real. He isn't a fighter unit. The words were formed in my own mind. I put the words in his mouth. He can't be a fighter unit.' But inside she knew she was only feeding herself lies. There was no way he could know she was a Sacrifice unless he was a Fighter Unit or a Sacrifice himself.
"Please tell me... What is your name?"

Silver eyes met blue as she fought to breath. He was so kind. She didn't want to believe it. Her eyes darted. A small home like any other down the street. A normal person with amazing power. She should have known. She should have been able to sense him. For gods sake, she was right next to him!
"Heartless."
Was that her voice? That voice that spoke the truth when it should have spoken nothing but lies? But her name was the truth. Her body began to tremble. Inside she felt numb. As if she was leaving her body. Maybe she was finally going insane.
"Your Fighter Unit?" Soubi asked, looking at her, trying to figure her out. Sosamie shook her head. Did he want a fight? Yes, it was true that a Fighter Unit and a Sacrifice should never be apart but... Well, she didn't know. Her head was spinning round' and round'. Soubi reached out and brushed his fingers against her shoulder. The slight contact made her scream. An agony filled scream that she had held in too long. She had never grieved. There was only running. She was filled in fear. And now this man was going to kill her inside out with his sweet tenderness. "DEAD! He's dead! Someone killed him!" Now was her time to grieve. Even if this man was going to kill her, she would cry for her fallen comrade. Her shoulders rocked as she sobbed. This beautiful man would never understand the extent of her pain. To lose the one person Fate had given her was unbearable. This man could never comprehend. Her Fighter Unit was dead. But beyond all that, her friend was dead. Her brother. Her lover. Her everything. Gone. And all she could do was run. It made her sick. She screamed as she cried. This man could never understand.
"...You lost someone too?..."
Sosamie sniffled and looked up at him. What had he said? Everyone loses someone at one point in their life. But losing ones life partner was worse. His Sacrifice was going to walk in whenever and he would be happy. She would never know that happiness ever again.
"I lost my Sacrifice. He was murdered too." At first her mind was blank. It was as if her mind refused the words. Then her mind screamed at her. 'He's lying! What a lovely coincidence!' But somehow she knew he couldn't lie. Or could he? Her legs moved with no command of her mind. Her movements were jerky and shaky. She ran into every room of the small home. No one else was there. She peeled back the curtains forgetting the burn of the life giving sun. One car. She ran back to Soubi and began pounding his chest with her fists.
"Liar! Liar! LIAR! Where is your Sacrifice? Don't mess with me!"
The truth nature of her name bubbled to the surface. Heartless. One without a heart. Right now she didn't care if she hurt him. She wanted to. How dare he mock her in the most horrific way possible. A few moments ago she would have never thought about hurting this beautiful man named Soubi, but right now she wanted to kill him. And it made her far more angry when she realized that she wasn't hurting him at all, when she wasn't even making him step back an inch. His head was low and those wondrous eyes disappeared from view. She didn't care. She slammed her fists against him screaming. His hands caught her elbows firmly. Her body twisted as she screamed. She was expecting his fist in return. Any pain. Instead, he hugged her. Perhaps that was worse. His kindness would kill her. She cried softly as he ran his fingers down her hair.
"You got it messy again.", he whispered in her ear. He held her firmly as if without her he would disappear from this world. She was starting to feel the same. So he did know her pain. He would share it with her. Her nails dug into his shirt. She needed him more then she realized. They needed each other. Without each other they would go insane, they would die. His sweet understanding was her undoing. Her knees buckled and she collapsed onto the floor. Still, she held onto him. He picked her up and laid her on the bed before sitting next to her. Soubi allowed her to cry until there wasn't any tears left in her. It felt good. She needed to cry. As she rubbed her face she turned to face him. He was slowly unwrapped the bandages around his neck. Sosamie hadn't noticed them at first, they seemed a part of his skin. But now that he was, Sosamie wondered how she hadn't noticed before. The white bandages were a completely different color then Soubi's life filled skin. A soft gasp escaped her lips.
Beloved.
Soubi really did have pretty names. Beloved. One who is loved. But it didn't look normal. It looked like a scar. Her brows furrowed in wonder. Who would scar their Fighter Unit in such a way? Sosamie looked up at Soubi. Then slowly she tugged down the collar of her dress. There's wasn't lust in Soubi's eyes, only understanding. On her left collar bone in dark letters was her name. The location was similar to Soubi's only hers was shifted to the left. It was still kinda creepy. Sosamie fixed her dress before shifting into a sitting position. She still didn't really understand it. She was far from home with a stranger. And she no longer had a Fighter Unit.
"Do you know who did it? Your Fighter Unit?"
She shook her head. "Nope." But she wished she did.
"All I remember is... We were peacefully at home one second, then the next these people were attacking us. He told me to run... so I did."
"Then he knew." Sosamie blinked and looked at him.
"You think so?" Soubi nodded. He did make sense. If her Fighter Unit hadn't known, he would have never told her to run with such urgency. But what did that mean? Was her Fighter Unit a bad guy? No. What a stupid question.
"... His name was Aubrey." Sosamie looked down. Even though her body was dry of tears her heart was still sobbing. She couldn't help herself.
"Mine was Seimei. He was murdered by the school." Sosamie blinked. The school? Why would they do such a thing? She turned to Soubi and he merely shrugged. But the look in his eyes told Sosamie he missed his Sacrifice as much as she missed Aubrey.
"Get me another pillow."
The command darted past her lips before she could do anything. The relationship between a Sacrifice and a Fighter Unit was usually a slave/master relationship. Sometimes it was love. The Sacrifice ordered and the Fighter Unit obeyed. But Soubi wasn't hers. Before she could add 'please' though, he was already out the door and quickly returned with a pillow in hand. She smiled and looked up at him. "Thank you."
Soubi nodded. Something was different about him. He looked more alive. There was color in his cheeks.
Just what kind of a mess had she gotten herself into?