A Fighter's confession
There are days when Ritsuka thinks about love and what it really means.
To be loved can be defined as having someone care about you. Do people really care about him? He couldn't help but to think of Soubi.
His fighter always claimed that he loved him. Every time Ritsuka heard those three words coming from Soubi's mouth he died a little inside.
Knowing that the only person who loved him was ordered to do so, his heart ripped
apart. The young boy's thoughts were interrupted by a knock on the window.
It was his fighter, coming to wish him a good night, as usual.
The blonde saw the pain and sadness in Ritsuka's eyes.
He didn't say a word.
His expression didn't change.
His emotionless eyes kept staring at the boy.
''Good night Ritsuka" Soubi said after a few minutes of silence. He was leaving the room when he turned around.
''Ritsuka, you are precious to me. Don't leave me. Don't stop loving me. I beg you…
He couldn't say the last words out didn't left the room.
''Thank you, Soubi.'' the dark haired boy thought to himself.
Maybe there is hope. Maybe….