Finally here's chapter two. Sorry.

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"Seimei…" Ritsuka whispered, turning around slowly. Sure enough, his older brother was standing there, lips twisted in that all-knowing smirk of his.

Ritsuka squeezed his hands into fists and clenched his teeth, ready to punch out a fight since neither of them had Fighters. "What do you want? I wanted you out of my life!" He yelled, straining to keep a desperate tone out of his voice.

…He loved Seimei…

…He hated Seimei…

Ritsuka knew that he still loved Seimei. He loved him even up until the moment he took Soubi away, although that love was then accompanied with bitterness. The taste of Seimei's name left an unpleasant flavor on his tongue. But still... that desire inside Ritsuka was still there. He no longer had his mother, he no longer had his father...Ritsuka would do anything to have both Soubi and Seimei back…but he would never admit it.

Seimei chuckled coldly, pulling Ritsuka out of his train of thought. "I've come to inform you that the Beloved fighting team is going to fight you in three days," He informed Ritsuka, a shadow casted over his eyes. "Be prepared for your execution...little brother." His words were gallant and without a hint of anger; the fearsome words rolled off his tongue like water.

Ritsuka was confused. "What are you talking about? I have only killed a few Fighter Units!" He shouted, his voice rising with anger. "And you…you tortured Soubi! You've murdered other teams without cause! Why would you care about the deaths of a few Units?" Seimei only chuckled once again.

"I've been waiting for your love, Ritsuka. I've been waiting. But you never returned my feelings, and now I must end your suffering." Ritsuka's eyes widened with alarm. Those words filled with a sick feeling, and his hands began to sweat. "You're like a dying cat...it'd be more humane to take your life than to let you suffer."

Ritsuka stood numbly, until he realized what it actually meant. Soubi…Soubi would be the one to kill him! "I would die first…" He recalled Soubi saying. The soft, sinister laughter of Seimei filled his ears, but his vision was turning dark.

"Seimei...I won't let you..."

Then he was gone.

Ritsuka looked around the butterflies, looking for the sapphire and black butterflies that reminded him so much of Soubi. He found them.

"Soubi…" He whispered, reaching a hand out to caress a small butterfly. It immediately flitted away, and Ritsuka realized that it didn't like being caressed. Were all butterflies like that? Or just…Soubi?

"Soubi doesn't…he doesn't…"

Tears began forming in the Sacrifice's eyes, and he collapsed to his knees, tears forming small rivers down his cheeks. He couldn't remember the last time he had cried. But he sobbed, shoulders heaving and trembling as he gasped. "…Soubi...he, he doesn't even know me…" His whispered, his voice coming out in choked sobs. "Please…S-Soubi…" The man's face was gone. He couldn't remember what Soubi looked like, not anymore.

In the midst of searching for his memories, Ritsuka could feel his world turning darker and darker. Vision blurred, and body weary, the boy crumbled down onto the gravel and let the darkness consume him. His last moments of consciousness were spent with him frantically trying to remember his Beloved's face.

"Soubi."

"Yes?" Soubi responded quickly, looking up from his painting. It was midnight by then, and Seimei had been gone for several hours…Soubi had almost started to worry. Almost. He stared at the younger man, his eyes submissively peering at his Master's face. For so many years had the Sentouki had longed for Ritsuka, but now he was finally becoming accustomed to living with Seimei. But still, he silently wished for that small boy, with his cat-like ears and his cute little tail…

But that was gone.

"You will be destroying a new Fighting Unit…I am certain we shall be victorious." He informed Soubi. Seimei's words were absolute. Soubi could only nod and ask what Unit it was. Seimei's response cut into the man like a knife.

"Loveless."

"Ritsuka?" Soubi asked quietly, a small smile coming to his lips. His gaze lowered to the ground as the rush of memories flowed over him. "What has he done this time?"

A hit was his answer; Seimei's fist had pushed into his skull. Soubi refused to cower, though. He would not flinch, and he would not show any sign of pain. That would only result on Seimei hitting him harder.

"Wipe that smile off your face. You are no more than my Servant, and you will not be thinking of such thoughts. And yes, I know what you were thinking." Seimei commanded him; his voice was cool and calm despite his harsh words. Soubi only said a clear "Yes, Master" before returning to his painting. Seimei shook his head, a smug smile on his lips before he flopped down unto the couch, stretching slightly before curling up into a cat-like ball.

The Sentouki let out a small sigh. "When?" He asked quietly, standing up and putting his hand in his pocket. The Fighter pulled out a cigarette and lit it, tasting the smoky flavor of a cigarette. I need to quit… Soubi thought to himself. Nothing will result pleasantly if I continue this unhealthy habit. Seimei shrugged, right before he answered.

"Three days…and Loveless already knows…," He said, smiling slightly as he closed his eyes. Soubi looked away from his Sacrifice, and he looked out the window at the pouring rain. For the past several days, Seimei hadn't informed Soubi about any of his plans. They had left their stay in Hokkaido to go to their old hometown, and they had been staying in a hotel room for the past week. Apparently the reason was the Loveless Fighting Unit…or was it only Ritsuka that Seimei wanted?

Soubi smiled at the happy memory of the cat-eared child…then that memory shifted to the final one they had together.

"Soubi, you jerk! Don't you dare leave me!" Ritsuka yelled, pounding on Soubi's chest as tears stained his new shirt. Soubi sighed sadly, not wanting to break poor Ritsuka's heart. That had already happened to often for the boy already.

Soubi was almost getting frustrated with the fact that Seimei was waiting for him. He didn't want to leave Ritsuka…"Ritsuka, you're staining my shirt…" He whispered, putting a little distance between the two of them. Ritsuka stared up at him, his big purple eyes tearing Soubi's heart in two.

"...Soubi…I love you…please…don't leave me…" Then the boy grabbed unto Soubi's collar and pulled him down, close enough so that their lips were barely touching. "Don't leave me…S-Soubi…" He choked out, tears falling down his face. By that time, Soubi's heart was truly breaking. It was the first time Ritsuka had told him he loved him…and Soubi could only wish that it had been under better circumstances. As small lips pressed against his, Soubi had to stop himself from kissing him back.

"Ritsuka, I must go…" He said, pulling away and abruptly ending the sweet kiss; the first one that Ritsuka had ever truly given him. "You'll have your own Fighter now. Your real fighter" The cat-eared boy stared after him, the tears still pouring. Soubi didn't know how he was doing this, but he was, and he hated every moment of it. But he knew he had to say the truth…one last time…" I love you, Ritsuka…Goodbye…"

Ritsuka was silent for a few moments. "Seimei's waiting…" He whispered, clenching his fists. Soubi looked at him with a straight face, which wasn't easy for him to pull off at the time. "Goodbye, Agatsuma-san. I hate you."

Soubi flinched. It pulled him out of his day-dream.

Something wet was on his face. Slowly the Fighter reached his hand up to touch his face, and he felt wet droplets on his cheek. He followed the tiny stream of water up to his eyes, and realization dawned upon him. Tears? It was the first time that the Sentouki had cried in years. The last time he remembered crying was that time with Ritsuka, when his love for him was questioned.

"Ritsuka…I want you …"

And to his relief, Seimei was lying on the couch, fast asleep.