And the second chapter. Hope you enjoy.
Another day, another battle fought.
Ritsuka was mad at me again, for protecting him from damage.
But how was I to do otherwise? Ritsuka is beyond my master and sacrifice. The young man is my friend, my confidant. My beloved.
I loathe the name engraved upon my chest; the collar that shackles me to a man I fear. Had I been aware that one day I was to meet Ritsuka, that one day I would be in the service of one so kind and innocent, I would never have allowed such a permanent contract be made.
I would much prefer to be a part of Loveless, than to be Beloved.
As I lie on my bed, waking from a dreamless rest, my eyes search for my most precious person. I feel my heart race as I fail to locate his form within the dark confines of my room. Had that monster Seimei taken him away? Had that bastard Nisei snatched him up?
Ignoring the sharp stabs of pain running through my neck and chest, I manage to stand, albeit unsteadily. I tell myself to calm down, forcing slow, deep breaths into my lungs. Should either of those two entered, I would definitely have woken to the threat. I would have woken to protect my Ritsuka.
I slowly exit my room and slowly tread through the darkness to arrive at the living room, where I stop. Light spills into the room through the wide windows and illuminates the object of my affection. The silver light dances through his hair, making the locks mirror the stars shining in the night sky just outside.
The fates are truly foolish and uncaring. They named him Loveless, though he is anything but. Ritsuka is a warm, kind, beautiful young man, capable of unending compassion. Had the fates been paying attention, it would have been my Ritsuka, not Seimei, who was blessed with the name Beloved.
I see him tying off a bandage looped around his hand, and feel myself bite my lower lip.
He hurt himself. There should never be a reason for Ritsuka to bleed; by his hand or any others. Though my gaze never leaves his for, I can feel the grimace on my face as I think about Ritsuka's mother.
He keeps forgiving her, keeps living in danger just so she won't be lonely; keeps letting her hit him when she decides that 'he is not Ritsuka'. And he still refuses to let me help him.
I remove all thought of that woman from my mind, and focus completely on my 'sacrifice', the one who I will fight for, kill for, die for.
Not a second later, Ritsuka's gaze raises and meets my own, surprise flashing briefly across his features before it returns to the concern he cannot help but display when I am injured.
Unthinkingly, I speak. "When I woke up ..." I can't bring myself to say that I panicked. I am supposed to be Ritsuka's invincible protector, the one who Ritsuka can always turn to. But I know he has heard me already, and I will not lie to him, though it is by my own doing, no longer upon Ritsuka's command. "I was worried that you had left."
Ritsuka flinches and I regret saying even that. Because of my words, I have all but accused him of being uncaring -like his brother.
Ritsuka comes to stand before me and matches my gaze with his own, before speaking in a tone dripping with emotion and feeling. "I may be Loveless, Soubi, but I'm not heartless. I'm not going to leave you."
A sigh escapes my lips, and an undeniably need to embrace the teen enters my heart, which I indulge upon without question. I end up whispering into Ritsuka's skin any form of love and devotion I can think of, regardless of language, or even if he can even hear me. As his hands begin a slow dance across my back, I feel my pulse slow, resuming a calmer pattern to distribute blood to my system.
Blood.
As the dark-haired angel leads me to my room, I gingerly touch the bandaging enclosing my neck. It is one of the reasons Ritsuka gets upset. By definition, I am serving a false master. A wry smile crosses my lips. I never really have been one to play by the rules.
As Ritsuka takes a seat by my bed, prepared to spend the night in a silent vigil of my condition, I fear over when his 'true' fighter will appear, but immediately squash the thought. Ritsuka has said that I am his one and only fighter, so until Ritsuka says otherwise, this is the way it shall remain.
As I once again surrender to the forces of sleep, I think once more upon my beloved.
They named him Loveless, though he is anything but.
And that is the end of Soubi's point of view. The only reason this is here is because I like even numbers. Review and tell me what you think?
Toodles and Love,
Oky Verlo