The couple stared wide eyed at the women at the door, who seemed to be oblivious to the entwined couple. Aoyagi Misaki stood at Ritsuka's door with a crazed daze in her eyes.
"Seimei! He's back! I told you he would come back!" Misaki's insanely shrill voice was overjoyed as she spread the news. Staring what seemed past Ritsuka and the man in his arms.
"Mom...Seimei's.." Ritsuka started, but was cut short by a voice that came from what seemed to be the stairwell.
"Mom, don't wake Ritsuka. He is a growing boy and needs his sleep after all. You should be sleeping too, mother." That voice. Both Ritsuka and Soubi shuddered at that voice. Both with mixed emotions pulling at the core of their being. That voice they both feared and yearned to hear. That voice that carried such joy and wickedness. That voice that threatened everything, every word that had been spoken. Every womb that had been healed, seemed to burst open fresh along with new ones across their hearts. Seimei. Seimei was back.
Misaki happily shut the door to Ritsuka's room to return to her beloved Seimei. Soubi and Ritsuka stood there in a daze in each other's arms. Had it not been for all that Soubi had come to mean to him, and all that Ritsuka had found out that Seimei had done to Soubi, he too would have returned to his brother. But, he now knew the evil presence that lingered in Seimei's being. Memories that had once been muffled came back with roaring reality. Seimei really was evil. And Seimei really was dangerous. Not only to Soubi, but to him. Ritsuka had more recently been recalling incident of near incest from his brother. His brother at times would seemingly run across the line of brotherly love. Kissing Ritsuka, toying with his member, always having the boy sit in his lap. Which now, Ritsuka realized that that had indeed not been a pack of gum in his brothers pockets.
Ritsuka felt fresh tears rise from his eyes as he stared into the miserable defeated face of his fighter. Ritsuka had barely even known the beginning of all the torture that Seimei had bestowed upon Soubi. Even though it was merely this night that he had admitted his love for him, they had been seemingly close before so. His fragile mind was spinning. Had it not been only minutes ago that everything finally seemed to be looking up. Had it not been less than a hour ago, he was out of his mind and admitted his love. His head was hurting. He just wanted to press pause and think everything through. Needless to say, all thoughts of his previous dream evaporated. The rope Soubi had been assumably cutting away at, Ritsuka realized, wasn't Soubi. It was himself that was nicking away each thread. He was the one pushing the man away. But now, now that he didn't want to push. Now that he wouldn't push, he was ready to run.
"Soubi? Will you be mine? Will you be all mine? Will you abandon the name Beloved and take on with me my name. Loveless. Soubi, will you forever swear to me not to obey any order other than my own? SOUBI...PLEASE, I NEED YOU TO BE THAT PART OF ME! SO SEIMEI CAN NEVER HAVE YOU. NEVER HURT YOU AGAIN!" Ritsuka had started off in a whisper and soon found himself shouting. Soubi had to. Without him, there seemed no more reasons to live.
"Yes, Ritsuka. I will be, I am yours. I will only obey your command. The name we shall forever more share. Loveless." Soubi's voice cracked a bit whilst saying the name Loveless. But instantly, he could feel their bond. For how ever strong it was before, now he was sure, he had to be, that it was stronger than the one Seimei and Soubi had once shared. For the fact was they loved each other. They were IN love with each other.
"Soubi, let's run. Let's get away from here. Please. I've pushed you away, I know...sob...I'm sorry. But I'm done hiding and pushing. Soubi, I'm ready to run. But, only if your by my side." His own tear filled sad eyes stared into the tragic blue of his fighter's eyes. Wordlessly, pleading with the man to take him away from all that troubled him.
"Ritsuka. You have no reason to be sorry. You merely act how you know to. That is why I love you. If you will run, I will be by your side." Soubi said with more sincerity than Ritsuka had ever heard. He could feel the hum of his fighters emotions playing like ticker-tape through his head. They were bonded. Nevertheless, they were still not safe. Whether it be mentally or physically, they were not safe.
Ritsuka grabbed his messenger bag from beside his desk and hurriedly emptied it. Replacing the previous items with a quick grab of cloths along with his camera and as many of the pictures as he dared to grab as the adrenaline pumped through his veins. His greatest fear was Seimei bursting through the door and simply killing he and Soubi both with a flash of his evil grin. As soon as Ritsuka couldn't take the nervousness, he grabbed Soubi's hand and they rushed to the balcony where the gorgeous blond fighter was known to enter and exit from. Soubi jumped down first, and caught the smaller boy as he leaped to his fighters warm and enduring arms.
The ran, side by side, hand in hand, to Soubi's apartment. Soubi seemed just as nervous and scared as his younger lover was. He quickly packed a blind grab of clothes, and unlike Ritsuka who had packed his memories and camera, he swiftly packed a spiral sketch notebook and a few charcoal pencils. He, being he elder, also grabbed a few things for food and drinks. He moved painstakingly fast. In less than three minutes he had everything ready and in his car ready to flea.
Soubi glanced over at his sacrifice as he buckled his seat belt. Soubi had already put the car into gear, and with his foot on the break merely watched the boy. He knew their lives would never again be the same.
