AN: Okay! Well, to start things off, this is a YayoixRitsuka and SoubixRitsuka fic, set into the slight future…late middle school! This is not a one-shot! Not much to really be said now, other than enjoy. It should be obvious I don't own the series or characters, minus random inserts.
The warm wind blew softly, playing gently with silken black locks just long enough to get in the young Sacrafice's eyes. His violet eyes never stopped their analyizing as he carefully climbed the traditional porch. Reaching his arm out to knock on the dark wood door, he brushed the annoying strands aside with his free hand. He was dressed casually, an oversized sweatshirt and some slightly too long jeans, and his bag and camera were strapped over his shoulder.
He had to admit, it startled him when Yayoi invited him over so suddenly; then again school did just let out for summer break. Yayoi insisted, saying that they could make some memories when it seemed he would refuse. Then he just couldn't say no, and informed Soubi of his plans to stay away for quite a bit. Needless to say the latter was none too pleased. But Ritsuka had no memories of just him and his other friend, who had become closer over the years and was determined.
So he sighed, gathering his courage, as he knocked softly not wanting to disturb someone. He still remembered his mother lurking in the dark house, and it was a shock that he wouldn't have to put up with her for a whole week. Absently, his hand left his hair and lingered on the fresh bandage, the wound his mother gave him when he informed her of him leaving. At first she'd been enraged, screaming and throwing porcelain. Then suddenly she calmed, gathering him up in her arms as she hugged him close.
"My sweet little Ritsuka," she had whispered in his black ears, which were retreating into his hair. "My dear little Ritsuka has returned…" She had let her voice falter, and sobbed into his arms. For her, Ritsuka had friends, was popular, and now was off to visit them all for the week. He shuddered despite the August heat, still haunted by his mother's actions.
"Ritsuka?" Yayoi poked his head through the now wide open door, staring at his friend in concern. Really, sometimes he wondered if he was really getting better. "You okay?"
"Yeah…" Ritsuka found his voice, waking himself from his memories. Now was not the time or place! Smiling weakly, he took his friend's invitation and entered the house quietly. Slipping into a pair of soft light blue slippers, he looked around. Really, nothing at all had changed, except Yayoi had gotten taller. Then again, so did he. Now he resembled his brother a little more, and he found himself very pleased.
"Ramen or pocky?" Yayoi had disappeared, probably wanting to be a good host. The voice sounded distant, from the other side of the house. That boy moved fast!
"Either is fine!" He called back, making himself comfortable on the couch as he waited. He really needed to stop zoning out so much, else he may end up getting scolded. Yuiko caught him just last week ignoring the teacher, and all but told. Really, she wasn't one to talk! He couldn't remember the last time she actually did her class work instead of talking about some boyfriend of hers, which sadly for Yayoi didn't turn out to be him.
Soubi kept watch over Ritsuka from across the street, keeping a close eye on him like always. He couldn't begin to explain the amount of hurt he felt when his sweet little love told him with such raged passion he didn't want to see him at all. Really, he did want to please Ritsuka, but he also had to keep him safe! Besides, this wouldn't be the first time he took an order lighter than his Sacrafice meant it to be took…
He winced when he thought about it, with a pang of guilt. It wasn't as though he intentionally disobeyed, he just wanted to make him happy! Ritsuka just didn't seem to know what was good for himself. That's why he was there in the first place… Though that didn't explain the pain in his heart as Ritsuka gave others his slow soft smile. No, he truly loves him.
Frowning slightly, icy blue eyes glared at the long haired youth that readily opened the door. With any luck, he wouldn't have been there, and Ritsuka would have to return home. Then he could just so happen to show up…
Taking long and carefully practiced strides, he approached the house's side. He found the conviently poitioned window, through which he could watch the two inside. As Yayoi wandered off, he felt his jealously liften and he kept an eye on Ritsuka. You never know, video games were dangerous and could implode! Besides, the memories of Yokohama Cosmo World kept in place, not wanting his Master sore with him.
He felt his eye twitch when Yayoi returned too quickly, a plateful of pocky and a stupid grin on his face. After he set it down he said something that he couldn't hear through the glass, and moved over to the game consoule. A few seconds later he had the game set up, both controls out, and he was comfortably sitting next to Ritsuka. Too close, Soubi could feel his eye twitch again and he fought the urge to rip open the door and cling to the black haired boy.
Yayoi was playing poorly, and he was wondering if the whole Yuiko thing upset him more than he let on. He knew that it was really sudden when she started seeing someone, someone that neither of them even knew! Plus this meant he really didn't have a chance after all…
"Yayoi?" Rituska looked away from the screen finally, wanting to know just what was eating at his friend. He found himself caught off guard to find himself being stared at.
Soubi could feel himself loosing his silent debates as he continued watching the teens. Honestly, what did Ritsuka notice! As though he had heard him, Ritsuka turned around, shocked to find his friend staring at him. Soubi smirked as he walked casually to the door before swinging it open with enough force to knock it off the hinges if he wanted to. Now his Master could understand the intrusion…
"Ritsuka," he narrowed his eyes before quickly crossing the room and sitting in the remaining seat beside his Sacrafice. He tightly wrapped his arms around Ritsuka; holding him securely in place and glaring at the opposing youth. He could feel his jealousy rising, now that he knew that he had a rival.
