Mine
Author: shimasama
Fandom: Loveless
Coupling(s): Ritsuka/Soubi
Disclaimer: I do not own Loveless. If I did, there would be waaaay more of the anime.
Note: Written right after finishing watching the last episode. I was in a mood.

"Don't you recognize her?"

The words resounded throughout the barren space. Walls fell away into darkness, ceiling too far to see. Ritsuka stood in his pajamas in the midst of the darkness.

He stared at his brother.

"Seimei! What have you done to her?"

She was lying crumpled, naked on the dark ground. Her dark tresses were splayed about her like a pool of blood. And on her back, between her protruding shoulderblades, someone had dug the name "Loveless" into her luminescent skin. It was not her only wound--but it was the most prominent.

"I haven't done a thing, Ritsuka. She's yours to do with as you please." Seimei's eyes were in shadow, but Ritsuka felt his brother's voice laughing at him. It was impossibly cold. "She's your Sentouki."

"Liar!"

The voice rang out and a stillness followed, broken only when Seimei took a few strides toward the broken creature on the ground.

"Soubi is--"

"Soubi is my Sentouki, Ritsuka. He always has been. Now I'm taking him back." Suddenly there was a razor blade in Seimei's thin-fingered hand. It was bloodstained. His lips turned into a twisted smile. "This one," he indicated the motionless form below him, "is yours."

"No!"

Ristuka sat up rigidly in bed. His alarm clock told him cheerfully that it was only three in the morning. He put a palm to his forehead--both were submerged in sweat.

Someone had opened his window. A wind blew across Ritsuka's flushed face. As if in realization, he flew to the open window, looking out onto the balcony. He didn't dare call the name that was so taught on his lips.

No one was there.

Then, a rustling behind him. Ritsuka turned, hands still on the window sill.

"Did you have a nightmare, Rits--"

Soubi could not finish his question for in moments Ritsuka was in his arms, fists clenched against his chest. From the way his shoulders shook Soubi could tell his Ritsuka was crying.

"Ritsuka, what is it?"

"You're mine!" He cried, pounding Soubi's chest once, twice. His forehead rested neatly beneath Soubi's breastbone. The boy had grown, just like he had said he would. "You're my Sentouki! No one else's!"

"Yes, Ritsuka." Soubi acquiesced, confused at where this new bout of possessiveness came from. He was enjoying it immensely. "I'm yours."

"Yes." Ritsuka's voice had grown softer, but it was still choked with tears. "All mine."