Authors Note: I went shopping with my mom and little sister a while back, and we met my grand parents and my older sister in the mall we went to. I started talking about yaoi with my older sister and my grand mother overheard us. When she asked me what we were talking about, I immediately said "Young Academics on Ice." My mother yelled at me when we got home, because she knows what (and hates) yaoi is. I just thought you all should know. I just realized how fecking short my last chapter was! I'm sorry. Ok, its Monday morning, and I'd like to say I can't upload stories as fast on days other then Friday and Saturday. Sunday consists of homework and then all through the week I have A LOT of homework.
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Ritsuka sat down by the fire place on the floor. Now that he was alone in the room, everything was too big. He hated it; the room was spectacular, but too much so for his taste. The largeness of the room made him feel terribly lonely. It was much to fine, and he didn't like it. So he settled down on the rug in front of the fire place. It was warm and comfortable, and he curled up so that his knees were bent, and his arms wrapped around them. When he rested his chin on his arms, he watched the flames dance.
He remembered what his mother had told him recently, while she had her hands around his throat strangling him.
"I'll never make you try to stay! If you would only chose to leave! Why don't you give me my wonderful son Ritsuka back, you monster! My Ritsuka would never hurt me like this. My Ritsuka, my Ritsuka!" He had pleaded with her, begging her to stop. She had only complied when he was near dead, and when she dropped him he laid collapsed on the attic floor.
While sitting on the floor, thinking of his mother, he went to sleep, dreaming of a happy time, when he could love without fear of being killed, and a place where he would once and for all be protected.
Soubi had gone down trying to cool his nerves off, and was buying train tickets at the overcrowded station. He had not expected the boy to be so afraid of mere women. Was he only afraid of them for his mother? Or was it something different? He stepped up to the booth and asked for two train tickets, he planned on them leaving as soon as the first train was out tomorrow.
They were going to move through a zigzag, making sure they would not be found. First they would move to the tip of Germany, and then they would move on boat into Sweden, and then take a series of trains through the country until they reached Finland. Then they would take multiple trains throughout Russia. They would go through Mongolia and then reach their final destination; China. Someday, he hoped to bring the boy to America, or Japan. There you wouldn't be persecuted for loving who you wanted. He hadn't yet told the boy that he loved him, and though he didn't fear the boy's rejection, he feared the boy loosing his willingness to stay once he actually proclaimed his love.
Before he received the tickets, he heard a commotion behind him. Turning, he saw a young girl being harassed by three men.
"Please stop!" The girl screeched, when Soubi saw the man had his hand on her breast.
"How could he do that here, in public of all places?" Soubi didn't want the girl to be harmed; she seemed terrified, as Ritsuka had been earlier. He started walking, intent on killing three men. When he reached the girl he put his arm around her shoulders.
"Gentlemen, I assume you have a reason for touching friend here?" The deep sound of his voice stopped the men like a gunshot.
When the men backed away he glared at each one.
"We, we sure didn't mean no harm!" when they ran off the girl turned to Soubi.
"Ah, thank you." As the girl bustled off Soubi wondered why she looked so familiar.
The man went back to his spot in line, the woman standing impatiently behind the counter.
"Sir, please take your tickets." He grabbed them and walked away, since he had paid for them before.
Going back to the inn was hectic. He was walking through a heavy snowstorm and almost froze until a man in the town Pub pulled him in. He realized by the number of people in the place that he would probably be in that retched place for a while.
Ritsuka was having a hectic time of his own. He had fallen asleep, but unlike the norm, he was a dream that had been reoccurring since the night his brother left. The dream sacred him, because he always woke up before he was supposed to, causing him to stop before the dram was over. He wished he could sleep longer, instead of being ransacked from his dreams. The kind of dream that you know is a ream, yet you make sure to continue dreaming this dream for the sole purpose that you need to know what happens. Ritsuka was a curious boy like that.
The dream was one of his brother, and one of his mother. From when he was very young, and then it got to the age he was when he lost his memory, showing small tidbits of his memory. He was horrified though; his mother told him many times that he was a horrid beast, and he was not her son. He loved her, and wished she would be kind to him. When his brother left home he had made Ritsuka promise to not 'change back,' because he didn't think it was necessary, and he was still the same. Except for the fact that he was a terribly sad little boy and he could only remember who his brother was after he saw his family.
Authors Note: You'll have to wait until this Friday! That's when Christmas Vacation starts! (It's only a week though…) Please give me a lot of reviews, when its three am and I'm writing parts for this story and go see my stats and see a new review, I get so much energy! Thank you!
P.S.
The next chapter will be Ritsuka's dream-no worries.
