Disclaimer: I don't own anything, Loveless belongs to Kouga-san.

A/N: I am merely rearranging the chapters because apparently the backup files are corrupted or something.

Chapter 1

She sighed as she lay down in her bed with the blanket pulled up to her neck; she couldn't get him out of her head.

The look in his eyes as he looked at her, the grip of his hand on her wrist holding her there when she tried to get away from him. She felt out of control with him, not something she was used to. She was normally the tomboyish girl who wasn't afraid of anyone, who could fight and defend herself. But when she looked at him, looked into his piercing violet eyes she felt helpless, powerless. She even hated to admit that she felt like a child, she was fifteen, she was not a child. But compared to him, those eyes of his looked so wise, so powerful, but so possessive.

He looked at her as though she belonged to him, as though instead of his words that she was his master he was hers. She knew that if she stayed around him then he would possess her, have sway over her actions, she would become vulnerable with him.

She closed her eyes, "But even so, I can't stop thinking of him." She recalled the moment she had run out of the school after learning that her brother and sister had been burned alive inside the high school, two of twenty victims. She had been running to get away and he appeared outside the school and had grabbed her by the arm and stopped her.

She recalled that when she looked at him she was lost in his eyes and blushed despite the fact that she had never seen him before in her life. She had noticed that he didn't have his ears and tail, marking him as an adult, even though he was only nineteen.

She unconsciously had reached up to touch her ears right in front of him, but then he grabbed her other hand and stopped her. He then smiled and told her, "Do not think such things so soon." After he said that I felt my face blush.

I couldn't believe I was remembering this; soon after that he offered to walk with me to the park. I obliged to go with him unable to find it in myself to decline. He had let go of my arm only to grab my hand as we walked to the park. Soon after we arrived he and I sat down at a table and he told me that he knew of my brother and sister, he was a classmate of theirs.

I rolled over and thought of what he had said as he looked at me; "You are different from your sister, your figure shows that you are a natural fighter and much more athletic than she was. Your eyes, blue, are intense and remind me of your brothers' strong personality."

I had said to him, "It seems as though you knew them very well."

He reached for my hair and tangled it around his fingers saying, "I did, I have never seen such radiant brown hair, it almost turns golden in the sun."

I found myself blushing again, and I felt my face flush while I lay in my bed as well. I sighed and threw the covers off me and sat up. I ran my fingers through my hair and shook my head. I looked at the window and got out of the bed.

I was wearing a red, silk, spaghetti strapped night gown that reached to my knees. I grabbed my bed robe off my computer chair and walked to the window as I put it on. I opened the curtains and the moonlight poured into my room to show my small twin bed, my small computer desk, computer, chair, and the small table where my t.v. sat. I looked back at the small nightstand next to my bed and sighed as I noticed the picture I knew was of me and my brother and sister.

I looked back out of the window, which was actually a glass sliding door that led to a small balcony of my fifteenth floor apartment where my mother and I lived. I closed my eyes and opened the sliding door allowing the wind to brush against my skin and hair. I suddenly backed away from the window and opened my eyes upon filling an abrupt stop of the wind.

My eyes found his, his piercing violet eyes penetrating mine. I backed away as he stepped closer to me. He grabbed my hand, "Do not fear me Azumi, I would never bring harm to you."

I looked away from him finding myself blushing at his touch, at him looking at me. He smiled warmly at me; he was so beautiful, he was six inches taller than me, athletic, pale much like myself. He also had long black hair that he kept tied back at the base of his neck. I looked back at him and noticed the black trench coat he was wearing, the black T-shirt he wore under that and baggy, dark blue jeans he wore. I looked at him and tried to pull away feeling vulnerable.

He pulled on my hand pulling me closer to him, "I shall not harm you Azumi. I am merily here because you and I share the same soul, the same heart . . . "

I shook my head and pulled away from him, breaking his grip. I turned to run from him only to have him grab my arm, I looked back at him, "Please let go of me . . . "

He smiled once more making me blush and pulled me to his side wrapping his arms around my shoulders. He held me close and whispered into my ear, his very breath against my skin making me shudder; "I will do anything you wish for me to do Azumi. I am yours to command."

I felt warmth and passion pass through me and tried to fight it, tried to bring myself to break his hold. But as I closed my eyes I heard a high pitched sound that gave me a headache and forced my hands to my ears to try and block out the sound. He let me go upon hearing that annoying sound and said, "Another fighter, come Azumi, we must go."

I looked at him, "What are you talking about?"

He grabbed my hand and led me out onto the balcony, then he pulled me to him and jumped with me in his arms. I wrapped my arms tightly around his neck and was suprised to find that we had landed safely. He set me back on my feet and smiled then pushed me behind him.

I noticed why when I looked across the street. Their was a pair of people, a boy and a girl, they were my age and had long blond hair and green eyes. They were wearing their school uniforms; the standard green slacks and white polo shirts for the guys, and the white polo for the girls with the same green colored skirt. They smiled and looked at me and the guy who had said his name was Ritsuka.

The girl looked at me and said, "So you are loveless, the true loveless."

Ritsuka smiled as I looked up at him, he said to the girl, "What brings you back here Boundless?"

She tilted her head to look at him, "Well, I was hoping Soubi-san would be with you. He is a legendary fighter after all. But I see you have found your fighter . . . "

Ritsuka cut her off, "I was not a sacrifice in all truth. When Soubi was my fighter I found out that I was more than a sacrifice. I am a fighter Boundless, my sacrifice has been found though."

The boy with her smiled, "So you went from being the replacement sacrifice for Beloved and are now the revealed fighter of Loveless instead of the sacrifice. You even went to the Seven Moons with this child's brother and sister. How touching, it must have been very painful that day Soubi-san died."

Ritsuka smiled, "Yes, but today the two of you will die."

He turned his head and looked at me, "Azumi, are you ready for this?"

I shook my head confused, "I have no idea what is going on. Who is Beloved? Who is Boundless? And why do they refer to me as Loveless? Why do they refer to both of us as though we are one?"

The boy and girl laughed, then the boy said to Ritsuka, "You plan to fight us with this naive child? You may have been taught by the best but no matter how strong you are you cannot fight with a confused sacrifice."

The girl nodded, "We will not fight you until you are at full strength. That would be shameful to fight you on a handicap, and against the rules to begin with. We shall seek you out Loveless, when your sacrifice is ready to fight us."

They turned and left and Ritsuka smiled, "I will be sure to remember this show of respect."

He then turned to me and took my hand in his, "I should explain before this happens with a less respectful pair."

That was when I found out the truth to my brother and sisters' deaths. The meaning of the names, the meaning of sacrifice and fighter, the school of Seven Moons. He told me of the pairs he had fought and most of the experiences, including about his brother Seime and his deranged, pyscopath mother. He told me of his friends and the amnesia he had suffered from.

I sat on my bed and looked at him as he sat at my desk, "Soubi-san, the one those two mentioned . . . "

He shook his head, "I cannot tell you about him."

I looked at him, "But Ritsuka, why not?"

He smiled and met my eyes, "There is nothing to tell," as I met his eyes I could feel heartbreak, sorrow, pain. The way they spoke of Soubi, I could tell it was a he they referred to. But with the way Ritsuka was acting I could tell that something had happened between the two of them.

Ritsuka stood up causing me to flinch for some reason, he smiled, "Soubi-san was a friend of my brother and a friend of mine, that is all you need to know. But unfortunately Soubi-san is dead now. I came here, to America to find you. Azumi Kusangi, the true Loveless sacrifice."

I sighed, "I don't see where my name can mean Loveless, my name is Azumi, not Loveless. Just like your name is Ritsuka and not Loveless."

He smiled and took my hand in his as he knelt down in front of me, "I used to say that a lot, but it is destiny, something that no one can fight no matter how hard they try, that you and I have the same name. Our true names are not Azumi and Ritsuka, but Loveless. Believe me Azumi, I tried for a long time to fight this destiny crap and I was never one to believe in it, but I could never escape it no matter what I did."

I sighed and closing my eyes nodded, "Alright, I will say that I believe you, but I am still not entirely sure. How long have you known about all of this, been referred to as Loveless I mean?"

He smiled and upon his hand touching my face I opened my eyes blushing at his gentle touch. He put his hand down and grabbed my free hand in his. He looked into my eyes, "I was twelve the first time. You are quite blessed to have gone this long without knowing, but seeing as how you never had a fighter it is understandable."

I smiled weakly thinking; 'But why didn't I, was it because you and Soubi were together, I still don't even know this Soubi, or anything for that matter.

He stroked my cheek, "Don't concern yourself with such things Azumi."

I looked at him shocked, "Can you read my thoughts?"

He smiled, "We are connected through our hearts, minds, and souls Azumi. Even if we are not truly connected yet you are the other half of me, of Loveless."

He watched the screen from his cell, his arms chained above his head, his legs chained from the chain reaching up from the floor. His blue eyes glazed and his blond hair hanging loosely about his shoulders and face. A voice was heard to his immediate left, "You will loose him, your dear Ritsuka-kun. He will never love you as he loves her, she is Loveless, you will never be."

He hung his head and whispered, "You are wrong . . . Ritsuka made me Loveless as Seime made me his fighter, Beloved."

Ritsuka stood up suddenly feeling something pass through him, he looked to the window the wind lightly brushing his face. He closed his eyes and heard a faint whisper, "You are wrong . . . Ritsuka made me Loveless as Seime made me his fighter, Beloved . . . "

Ritsuka felt his blood run cold, "Soubi?" I got to my feet sensing that something was wrong. I stood behind him, "Is something wrong, have they come back already?"

Ritsuka said nothing he only closed his eyes, "It must have been the wind," he turned around and looked me in the eyes, "You should get some rest Azumi."

He then walked out of my room and closed my sliding door as he leapt from my balcony. I sighed and closed the curtain and took off my bed robe, which made me blush when I realized that I had left it unclosed. I crawled into bed and slept for about two hours before waking to my alarm.