If We Used Wands And Spoke Latin

Author's Notes: Spurred on by a completely random idea...I mean, I swear, Loveless has so many freakin' plot holes; I decided to take advantage of them. Come on, they don't even really set up any "rules" for the spells they create! So anyways, yes, freak out on this story. It's full of fluff and angst. Here's it's components:

Summary: Sacrifices always have to be sacrificial. What happens whenever that concept goes a wee bit too far? MPREG, MA Language, Shonen-Ai, Soubi/Ritsuka.

Disclaimer: Of course I don't own Loveless. The person who created it and the company who sponsors it does! I don't even live in Japan. Pffft.

The door wouldn't open. He forgot his keys inside his other coat which he had left at the coffee shop 10 blocks down. He had accidentally left his cellphone at work. To top it all off, he didn't know if he could even reach Soubi because Soubi was in a meeting with the Japanese Chamber of Art Council. They were reviewing his latest work; a sculpture made completely out of blue glass butterflies. It had to be at least 3 feet tall and it took 5 people to move it. It was also very delicate. How they managed to move it would be beyond him.

Ritsuka was in no mood for this. In fact, he would've opted for Kio's or even, though he hated the thought of it, Yayoi's help. And no matter how bad the situation, he would NOT opt for Yuiko's help. She was such a crybaby.

He decided to go next door and ask to use their phone to call Kio. After all, Kio was always welcome to the apartment, and since he was, he actually owned his own key. Of course, Soubi had to run this by Ritsuka first. Ritsuka, although hesitant, actually agreed.

At 16, Ritsuka now lived his own life. He lived with Soubi in his new studio apartment. He had lived an apathetic life, free of the passions that Soubi so claimed he had in store for him. Yes, although sometimes he hated admitting it, Ritsuka still had his cat ears and cat tail. Then again, that wasn't such a bad thing. At least he wasn't exactly being judged by the teachers. Or the students. But many of them simply assumed he was gay...which...was kind of true. Soubi had been the benefactor in that part of his life.

He knocked on the next-door-neighbor's door and was relieved to find that she had a phone available for him. Or really the fact that she let him in. People always thought Ritsuka and Soubi were queer, and Soubi always reinforced this idea, but Ritsuka tried his best to smash it to pieces. Thus, everyone considered Soubi a pervert and Ritsuka a little "boy-toy" that belonged to Soubi. Although everyone in the building thought this was very "wrong" they made no move to separate the couple, due to the rumors floating around about Ritsuka's rough past. Perhaps Soubi was helping him psycologically...in a sexual way...perhaps.

"Ah, yello? Ritsuka?"

"Hey, Kio, do me a favor and help me get inside the apartment. I've had a bad day; I left my keys in my coat in the coffee shop and I left my cellphone at Bento's Ramen Wheel...can you just let me in?"

"Oh I could, but only for a price."

"Not today, Kio. If you're going to play shitty games with me, do it when I'm in a better mood."

Ritsuka heard chuckling on the other end. "All you have to do is tell Soubi he's a pervert."

"I call him that every friggin' day, baka!"

"And so do I, but I bet if you say it more often, it'll start to stick! Maybe then he'll change his ways and move out of the same flat with a 16-year old kid!"

"I'm not a kid anymore, Kio. He saved my life and you know it. I have a debt to repay."

"But hell, that doesn't mean you have to live with him!"

"Why are we even having this conversation? All I called you for was to ask you if you could open the fucking door!"

"Hey, hey, watch your language 'little virgin.' You haven't lost your cat ears or tail yet. Until then, you are not permitted to say the word 'fuck.' Got it?"

"I thought my mother died in the Tokyo Asylum. I didn't know her spirit was reincarnated into you!"

That seemed to break him. Kio stopped cold.

"Oh fine. I thought perhaps I could actually convince you to leave the pervert today, but I guess I was wrong. I'll come and open the door. Perhaps you really have fallen in love with him?"

Ritsuka's face burned red. Thank the gods that Kio was not here to see his face. If he had been, Kio would've never let him down. "No, not...I-I haven't!"

"Good! I'm coming over there with the key; just give me a second." The phone clicked, and there was silence over the line.

Within a mere 15 minutes, Kio came down the hall, key in his hand, brushed past Ritsuka, and unlocked the apartment door.

"It's about time!" Ritsuka growled, and stomped into the flat. "You think I actually liked today? Why do you insist on making my life difficult?!"

And to the utter and complete annoyance of Ritsuka, Kio said, "Because I can. It makes me happy."

Ritsuka sighed. "Thanks for the help, Kio." Kio simply smiled, walked out the door, only to have it slammed on his way out.

Was it not obvious enough that Ritsuka had enough? He had enough of Kio constantly picking on him, he had enough of people staring at him like he was a serial killer, and he had enough of the bastard known as "Soubi."

All these thoughts jittered through his head as he began walking in the direction of the rather small kitchen. He grabbed a few kitchen objects; wok, rice cooker, and a salad bowl from the cupboard, then a spoon, some semi-cooked rice, frozen beef, soy sauce, and sake.

"Dinner is on me, apparently," Ritsuka muttered.

The stove was nearly piping hot when the front door nearly collapsed on itself.

"Ritsuka!"

It was Soubi. He was bleeding.

Author's Notes: So...yeah, new fic idea. Hope you like?! Review please! :D And oh, flames will be used to create S'mores.