Disclaimer : not mine.
A/N : I'm sorry, I do not manage to get more lines between the paragraphs. I've tried everything I could think of and it's no use. I'm sorry, it's more difficult to read.
"If you abandoned me, that'd be fine."
There's blood in the water
Everything was about blood with Seimei.
Blood was dirty. It shouldn't sullied him. But for his Fighter, it was different.
Blood was on his skin when he had named him painfully.
Blood was on his neck when he had fought for Ritsuka.
Blood was in his mouth when he had to bite his tongue or cheeks to refrain from speaking up.
Blood was on his hands, he who had to defeat and hurt and kill and clean the mess afterwards. He could be bloodied since in Seimei's eyes, he was nothing more than a tool, a dirty one moreover.
Blood pouring from his heart, trampled by his master's cruelty as he made him abandon Ritsuka.
Won't you cut me down
It would be alright if you abandoned me.
He didn't care anymore about loyalty and Units' code. He could be called a traitor and be looked down upon, even spat at if it meant staying with Ritsuka and making him smile again. But Seimei wouldn't let him go. No. Seimei would never depart from his toys and puppets. And the name wouldn't let him betray Seimei.
Cuz people keep on calling
He had called him. Called after him. He knew Ritsuka. Ritsuka was crying. He knew he was. He heard him. Heard him as he called his name in the graveyard. Heard the call of his heart. Heard faintly, the call of Loveless. But he had no way to answer it. Because of the name, Seimei's call was stronger and smothered Ritsuka's.
[...] My hands are growing colder
Another day. Another Battle. Another Unit. His heart was cold. His feelings were numb. His hands were bloodied. His soul was tainted: he had made Ritsuka cry.
Won't you cut me down
Bobby Reid, Lucette