Title: All For Nothing
Rating: PG-13
Pairing/Character/s: Ritsu, Soubi
Word Count: 730
Warning/s: Suggestions of rape, homosexuality and maybe some spoilers? I think this scene was covered in the anime actually…
Summary: Some exploring (maybe…more of a quick peek at the landscape and then turning back) of Ritsu's thoughts on Soubi and his education.
A/N: There is too much hate for Ritsu! He's adorable! And funny as all hell. Yeah, okay, so he may have whipped and beaten (and possibly raped, though that has yet to be confirmed) the legend that is Soubi, BUT…Okay, I have no combatant for that…
Taptaptap. Ritsu's fingers raced across the keyboard, logging data and flicking between files. The only light came from the computer screen, which Ritsu knew was bad for his eyes, but really couldn't care less because the look on the cleaners' faces when they opened the door only to find his glasses glinting in the dark was, to be frank, priceless. He stopped typing for a short second, leaned back and stretched his hands high above his head. Crick. His knuckles cracked and he smiled in satisfaction. Wink. A frown flitted across his pretty forehead, and he pushed his glasses up further, to better see what unfortunate object was distracting him for his work. Wink. Light from the computer screen flickered on the blue and turquoise surface. Ritsu stared at the offending object. Soubi…
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The whip cracked down, once, twice. Muscles clenched under previously unblemished skin and Ritsu watched in fascination as the boy's back arched, his throat exposed and vulnerable. This was domination.
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The earring that ditzy woman Nagisa-sensei had chucked at him shone bright and dim, a contrast in a pretty picture. He cocked his head to the side, twirled the pin in his fingers and watched the colours form a kaleidoscope of blue, turquoise and black. The back was missing. There was a type of backing called a butterfly back, or so he'd heard. He wondered if that was the back to this earring, wanted it to be, somewhere inside.
She'd said Soubi had been defeated. But that, that was impossible. Soubi couldn't be defeated. He knew this, knew this as well as he knew his own hands, as well as he knew where to place the pin to kill the butterfly outright. Soubi couldn't be defeated, because...because...
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Shadows trailed fingertips of inky black along the boy's half naked form and he found himself envying the, envying their brazen ability to do what he so wanted to do. Touch his throat, grasp him by the arm, show him what pain was made of. Show him how to find pleasure in the pain.
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It was stupid of Soubi to think he'd found a master. Ritsu smirked, flicked his tongue out and licked the earring. The taste was metallic and tangy. Stupidity of the utmost. A child couldn't show him the pleasure to be found in life, a child couldn't even hope to understand Soubi and all his complexities. A child would still try to fix Soubi, would demand things that Soubi couldn't deliver. A child would be unable to dominate. A child would be unable to deliver orders with conviction.
Domination. Conviction.
All Soubi was looking for was something sturdy, stable, while the whole world feel around in ruins. A child couldn't hope to understand that.
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Harsh pants in the dark, shadows hiding the view from hundreds of dead, black, beady eyes. Whimpers and whine of pain-pleasure, a shout trailing off into a shuddery breath. Blood dripping on the floor and hard, rhythmic grunts. Actions carried through with conviction, the act one of ultimate domination. The ultimate degradation.
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A child couldn't possibly understand that pain was life. That what Ritsu had done for Soubi was a gift, something he'd given to no one else. Soubi had entered the world with no grandeurs, no pretensions and no way to be hurt because all pain was just a sign that you were alive. And Soubi wasn't completely, not without Ritsu. Because Ritsu had taken a piece of him, stolen something that belonged to only Soubi. He'd taken it with the coldest of manners, torn more than physical wounds on the boy's body. As a result, Soubi had become undefeatable.
Nagisa-sensei was stupid. No one could defeat Soubi. Ritsu knew this, Ritsu knew this, because if Soubi was defeated, if someone...if someone managed to kill the broken, stitched-back-together fighter, that would mean everything that Ritsu had done would have been for nothing. And that would mean...and that would make...
A feeling, sick, uncomfortable, and entirely disgusting settled in Ritsu's stomach and he swallowed the earring quickly, embraced the pain as it lodged in his throat and moved down with all the ease of a triple-sided thorn.
No. Ritsu knew that Soubi would live through anything. Soubi had convictions. Soubi was the ultimate Fighter - submissive to a fault, and intelligence rivalled by few. Soubi would not fail.
A/N: Yeah, sorry, but it seemed to publish this a little early. So if you read it before, it was unfinished...
