PROMPT #3
Write a scene in which dramatic tension revolves around a misspelling; a road sign, a name on a birthday cake, directions to the doctor's office, a word in a spelling bee...(r/s)kiasidiraixari - LJ...
"He's not yours anymore. Let him go. He was never yours to begin with. Let it go." Ritsuka mumbled to himself over and over again, wrapping the bandage around his thigh.
The other night he had cracked thinking about the whole thing.
'Loveless'...
"You are Loveless, and he is Beloved. You aren't meant to be together. He is mine. Isn't that right, Beloved?" Seimi smiled sweetly at his little brother before dragging his eyes over the boys head and to the fighter standing behind him.
Ritsuka turned around to see Soubi turn his face away from looking at Seimei. He stood rigid behind Ritsuka for a second, staring at the floor with his head turned to the right. He twitched slightly and then started to walk around Ritsuka and to the front of Seimei. Bowing down on one knee and keeping his head low as he showed his submission to the older brother.
Seimei smiled in that same '"I love you and I'll kill you" way back up at Ritsuka.
"See! He's mine Ritsuka. I was just lettin' you borrow him for a little while." Seimei winked, stepping around Soubi and reaching out to ruffle Ritsuka's hair.
Ritsuka smacked his hand away and pulled back, tears stinging a the corners of his eyes.
"You're wrong!" He gritted out looking Seimei straight in the eyes. He felt no affection for this..shell of what his brother used to be.
"Soubi loves me. He told me so... Soubi tell him!"
Seimei remaind smiling as he turned to walk back in front of the, still bowed, fighter.
"Soubi." He hummed, reaching a hand down to tip the blondes face up towards his.
"Tell Ritsuka who you love, Soubi."
He smiled down at Soubi, the smile growing every time he spoke and making him look more and more insane.
"Tell him or kill him Soubi. Either way you're going to prove to my dear little brother who you love, Beloved."
Soubi remained solid, no sign of emotion in his face as he turned his head to speak over his shoulder, turning his eyes from Seimeis to the floor.
"I love my sacrafice. I am his." He said in monotone.
It ripped through Ritsuka like nothing ever had. More than when he heard his brother had died, more than when he'd seen that charred body. More than when his mother would scream and hit him. It stabbed at him harder than the realization that his brother was actually alive and everything had been a lie. Tore pieces of his mind away more visciously than when he finally got to see, and touch 'Seimei' and realized that it was in fact not his brother.
He winced slightly as he wound the bandage too tightly.
"It's what I am" He mumbled to himself again as he rewrapped that part of the bandage, bits of blood seeping through.
He scooped the razor off the counter and stuck it in his pocket.
Soubi was throwing spells at him left and right as his brother laughed and wrapped his arms around the fighters body. Caressing and touching and owning. Ritsuka eventually just allowed himself to fall back after the fifth or so time he had gotten the wind not really knocked out of him, but removed. Right before he had closed his eyes and resigned himself to the fact that this was it, he was going to die at the hands of someone whom he was still waiting for. Always waiting for. He saw the Zero's come bursting in. Dash over his head, and another fight began.
He had regained consciousness just in time to see Seimei go crashing down to the floor under the hands of Ritsu. Not a spell. But human hands that wrapped around his throat.
Seimei writhed around and screamed for Soubi who stood, eyes wide and shaking. Obviously he had no idea who to obey in this situation. Not the problem he had with Seimei and Ritsuka.
Ritsuka stood up and watched as his older brother was strangled to death and the man he had dedicated so much energy and thought into turned and walked away.
He ran up to Soubi and shoved him, weak though it was the thought was still behind it.
"I HATE YOU. YOU LIED TO ME, IT'S ALL YOU EVER DO IS LIE. YOU HURT ME. YOU'RE DISGUSTING. HOW COULD YOU DO THIS." he repetatively slammed his fists into the mans chest as he sobbed.
It was somewhere around midnight and he figured his mother was asleep and it would be safe to go into. He hobbled slightly into the kitchen to grab some ice, opened the freezer and turned around as he heard footsteps.
A slight breeze passed his face and he jerked his head back and lifted his arms in defence as the frying pan that had just wizzed past his head swung the other way and he had to duck down on his bad leg.
"I thought you were sleeping!" Ritsuka shrieked as she flung the frying pan downwards with both hands and he had to skid acrossed the floor to get away.
"I'm so sorry, did I wake you up?"
She ignored his words and just screamed throwing the frying pan in his direction. He scooted away but it smacked his shoulder as he moved to stand.
"Give me Seimei. What did you do with him. He left because of you. Because he couldn't stand how disgusting you've become. You're horrible. GET OUT." She yelled opening a drawer and chucking the conents at him.
For a second he just held still and let her words sink in, along with a fork and a spatchela in his face. A measuring cup caught him in the eye and he decided he should leave.
But where would he go? It had been a week since the incident and a week since he had seen Soubi. He had tried calling for him, in his mind of course. Attempted his cellphone, but when did that man ever answer his promised constant connection to Ritsuka.
He sprinted out of the kitchen, and slipped on shoes quickly as he slipped through the door calling behind him to his mother,
"I'm sorry. I'll be more quiet next time."
It was pitch black and he didn't have his cellphone to call anyone. After thinking a bit more it dawned on him he didn't really have anyone exactly. He wandered down dark streets and after a few minutes began to feel light headed and cold. Sitting down on the edge of the dark road, he wondered if it was always this dark at night, and how his father managed to drive in it. He didn't even have to close his eyes to enjoy the blankess of it all.
The lack of screaming, the lack of light, the lack of energy. It was pleasant. Just him and his thoughtless mind which he focussed on the lack of everything.
He wondered if anyone was aware that the streetlights were flickering. Not bothering to stop and realize that they weren't actually flickering but dimming instead. Not bothering to stop and realize that they weren't doing anything, and that he was the one going dim.
Seimei burried his face in the back of Ritsuka's neck and nuzzled him as the smaller boy cried into his chest.
"Seimei..why does she hate me so much..I-I didn't d-do anything. I promise. I'm me..."
Seimei smiled and pet Ritsuka's hair, stopping to rub his ears which always calmed the boy down.
"She's sick Ritsuka, it's ok. I'm right here."
A large, strong, hand gently nudged Ritsuka down on the bed on his back as the other gently removed his shirt.
He winced a little as the cold hit him and an anticeptic was sprayed on his split open chest.
"Was this a knife?" He asked in his calm voice.
"... nails" Ritsuka mumbled.
Soubi sighed.
"She did this with her nails?" Soubi said with that same voice, applying a patch of gauze over it and reaching over to his night stand for his medical tape, he pressed a little too hard and Ritsuka reached up grabbing his loose button up shirt with both hands and whimpering. Soubi immediately completely removed his hand from Ritsuka and jerked back, quickly replacing his hands on Ritsuka's face and petting his cheeks with his thumbs.
"I'm sorry" he whispered.
He looked down at the boys torso, covered in red lines and his lip ripped open. He nuzzled down into Ritsuka's neck and mumbled,
"I should've been there to protect you."