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Chapter Two
Almost screaming in denial, Soubi let the phone fall from his hand. It couldn't be true, Ritsuka wasn't, couldn't be, dead. No it was a trick it must be a trick. Soubi tried to convince himself that this was the solution, it was a trick it had to be, please.
As Soubi's feet pounded along the pavement his mind replayed the scream that had been on the phone. He new he was torturing himself with it but he couldn't sop. The utter agony in that scream kept popping up in his mind.
He reached Ritsuka's street in no time. He approached it more slowly than usual as though afraid of what might lie inside. Climbing to Ritsuka window as normal he tried to convince himself that it would all be fine that nothing would be wrong and that his Ritsuka would just shout at him for entering his room so early on a Sunday morning.
Praying this would be the case Soubi lifted the latch on the windows and entered the room.
If it could have done his heart would have dropped out of his chest at what lay before him. The room was in chaos. There had obviously been a struggle but that wasn't what was plaguing Soubi. No it was the amount of blood on the floor. There was so much of it! But there was no body. Hope sprang in Soubi heart, overriding the overwhelming sense of guilt. Maybe this wasn't Ritsuka's blood maybe it was a setup maybe ha hadn't failed to protect his love.
Bending down on one knee he placed his fingers in the blood and brought them to his mouth. Soubi hesitated terrified of what testing that blood might confirm, but it had to be done so he tentatively licked his crimson finger. The results had Soubi shaking his head in denial this was Loveless's blood, unmistakably.
With the realization that this was no trick or game came wave upon wave of guilt, crashing and frothing around Soubi's heart. The feelings of helplessness and failure almost overwhelmed Soubi as he thought of how he had not come to Ritsuka's aid but just as he was about to be lost to his feelings he remembered that there was no body. Screaming hoarsely in rage at the thought of what they might have done to Ritsuka's remains he ploughed down the stairs, his magic and power reacted to the enormity of the feelings in the fighter.
Tearing across the living room in a blind rage Soubi swept into the kitchen. Upon seeing Ritsuka's mother cooking breakfast as normal he lost his temper and attacked her.
Flying at her he pinned her against the fridge as she sputtered and gasped, the breath having been stolen from her lungs.
'Where did you put Ritsuka?' Soubi hissed menacingly. 'Where did you put him?'
'What, what are you talking about?' she stuttered. 'Ritsuka has been dead for years'
Yelling inarticulately Soubi screamed at her, 'NO HE HASN'T WHERE DID YOU PUT HIM?'
'NOWHERE' she screamed back despite being pinned between a hard cold fridge and an equally unyielding Soubi. 'I just destroyed the imposter, you should be happy, everybody should BE HAPPY, I threw his body away by the south part of the river. It's not like anyone will miss it'
Soubi's emotions played across his face in a rare moment of loss of self control. Absolute rage was prominent amongst them and Ritsuka's mother got the feeling she had said something wrong, very wrong.
Soubi screamed out denying what she was saying before he lost all thoughts except vengeance. Soubi bodily threw the woman in his arms backward n to the counter. She inadvertently hit her head against the tap knocking her self out.
Soubi ran out of the front of the house towards the south river. Moving faster and ore swiftly than he ever had before he fixed on his destination. Perhaps Ritsuka, his Ritsuka was still alive perhaps he could save him. Somewhere in the back of Soubi's mind, the part that had been conditioned not to feel, told him he was in denial, that he had heard Ritsuka die but he wasn't listening. Soubi was only listening to the pounding of his own heart and the sound of his feet hitting the floor.
Soubi reached the south river and scanned the area for any sign of Ritsuka. Where was his sacrifice? Skidding down the embankment he stopped right next to the edge of the river, breathing still ragged he never the less started to call out for Ritsuka.
Looking around Soubi spotted something darker on the bank and ran towards it. When he reached it he fell to his knees, here on the bank was Ritsuka's blood. It was obvious he'd been rolled down the bank and fallen in the water.
Soubi scanned out across the water but there was no sign of a body. At that moment Soubi realized he had failed. He. Had. Failed. Again. Except this time it had been someone he loved it had been Ritsuka.
Falling on to the grass he collapsed in on himself as though his body would no longer hold up all the grief he held inside. Soubi let the feelings of guilt, failure, loss and helplessness wash over him as he did what he had not done since his first beating in seven moons, he cried. And cried. Tears streamed down his cheeks his eyes reddening as he stared catatonically out across the water. He carried on staring until he became numb inside. Laying on the bank he stayed that way until Kio came out looking for him and dragged his home.
Ritsuka awoke in a blindingly white place. 'Hmm funny' he thought t himself 'never thought it'd be this white assuming I've gone to heaven that is maybe I don't deserve heaven. I mean, nobody loves or even likes me really'
'Now now young man we'll have no more thoughts like that here' a voice drifted from behind him. Risuka spun around to see four of the most powerful looking people ever. Two men and two women. They looked very formidable but yet they still gave out a sense of comfort. Ritsuka didn't know quite what to think.
'Wh..wh..where am I?' Ritsuka stuttered out.
'Surely you remember what happened?' answered one of the four.
'Umm, yeah…my m… I mean I got stabbed', he couldn't quite bring himself to say his mother had stabbed him. 'so I'm dead?'
'Yes dear,' one of the women in the group said soothingly 'you're dead.'
Well that was blunt Ritsuka thought.
'But on the upside' one of the men butted in 'it's not permanent'
A/N: Good? Bad? More? Please tell me. Credit for parts of the ideas in this chapter goes to NinjaxOfxThexNight.
