Wow, surprised that people added this to favorites, I promised to try and do regular updates, so the next one should be along soon....there's nothing I hate more than stories that you have to wait ages for.
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A scratch, already beginning to disappear ran from my palm to my elbow. I didn't want it to go, but it was gradually disappearing, just like the connection between Seimei and I.....
I ran the frayed silver line that had connected the two of us through my fingers, the fragile, broken bond that we once shared, I let it fall to the floor.
I needed something...solid to remind me of him, I reached up, stroking my hand along my throat, pulling of the bandage I often used to cover our name and stroked the scars beneath it.....Beloved..I smiled slightly as another tear rolled down my cheek.
I could have stayed like that for ever, in that dark room, I didn't want to eat anything, I didn't want to drink. There was nothing I wanted to do any more. Unfortunately I had a project to work on with Kio and I didn't want to let him down.
I rolled down my sleeve and put my bandage back on, grabbing a pack of cigarettes from my bedside table I got up and left.
When Kio saw me his jaw dropped and he nearly lost his chuppa. I wondered how I must look, my blue eyes where red and I hadn't brushed my hair in days. I had already begun to work on the painting and was crouched over a large canvas, Kio looked down at me uncomfortably, his hands in his jean pockets. "Soubi?" He whispered, I didn't respond. "I'm really sorry for your loss..." I doubted that he was, "but, it will good for you in the long run.." The paint brush i was holding snapped in two. He gulped, before continuing, "he...he can't hurt you anymore..."
I glared up at him, biting down hard on the cigarette in my mouth. I was about to shout at him before I saw the pain in his eyes, he really did care about me.
I hadn't told him about Seimei, he had read about it. The news papers meant that everyone knew, the pitying glances I got from those that surrounded Kio and I also told me that Kio had probably told the people in our classes what Seimei was to me, or at least what he thought Seimei was to me.
I remember reading about Seimei in the news paper. Seimei had burned. Burned to death in his brothers school. His brother Ritsuka, soon to be my new master. I hoped he was strong like his brother, if it weren't for the fact that I was feeling the same I wouldn't be able to comprehend how he was feeling.
There was nothing I could do, I couldn't go to the funeral, Seimei had made that very clear before he......
I turned back to the canvas tucking a stray piece of hair behind my ear.
"You know," Said Kio, slightly awkwardly, "i would be happy to pierce your ears for you." He was obviously trying to change the conversation, he often if I wanted to pierce my ears, I always said no, it sounded painful and I didn't want Kio to hurt me. If Seimei had offered to pierce my ears, even without ordering I would have allowed him, pain had connected us, bound us together. As a nameless fighter I had never dared to hope for a bond as strong as the one Seimei and I shared.
I remember a day at school, a day or two after I had lost my ears. Ever one was whispering about me, I didn't what they saying to one another until a boy came up to me, a smirk on his face, his name, 'Thoughtless' written around his wrist. "No ears? Just goes to show.... I always thought no one would ever touch some one like you! If your name does ever show up I know exactly what it'll be. Worthless!"
Worthless.....that seemed about right, I was nothing without a sacrifice. The words had hurt back then, but now, I felt numb, they fitted. It had hurt back then wondering if Ritsu really cared about me at all, now though I knew that he had never cared.
I stood up, to get another paint brush. As I reached to grab one, a delicate, slender hand took the one I was about t get. I looked up to a girl with short black hair and hazel eyes filled sympathy, she handed me the brush. "Kio told me about..." She started awkwardly. I took the brush and turned away without another word.
I walked back to my canvas. Kio was standing over it, a curious expression on his face. I stood next to him, looking at the image....butterflies, dozens of tiny butterflies, all twisting and turning in a pattern. Reds, blues, violets, pinks and the inevitable black, like a grim specter stalking the brighter butterflies.
I was reminded of a room where the walls where covered in glass cases. Hundreds of trapped insects, I never remember seeing a black one in any of the cases, they where all brilliant colours.
A tear trailed slowly down my cheek, "Why do they always leave me, Kio?" I whispered. He wrapped his arms around my shoulders.
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Awwww poor Soubi. Next time will be a really long chapter and it will focus on our favorite twelve year old, I decided to post both chapter and chapter 5 together, because wasn't letting upload chapters for a few days :( Sorry this chapter was quite short, the next one is much longer.
