"Hey, you're the new guy, right?"
"Yeah, I'm Hirata Kato."
"I don't know if someone already told you, but Millions is off-limits."
"I'm sorry?"
"Millions is property of Itachi, off-limits."
"Okay then; I still don't quite understand, but alright."
"Look, I'm just supposed to warn you. If you're stupid enough to ignore it, it's your funeral. Later Hirata."
"Um, later?"

Hirata Kato ran a hand through his short chestnut brown hair, ocean blue eyes filled with fading confusion. He had just transferred in to Seven Voices Academy after discovering a mark on his back forming into the word 'Limitless'. So far this place had been nothing but confusing. In class, when a name was called -and they were weird ones, honestly who named their kid "Breathless"- two people stood up. Everyone seemed to be in pairs, and the few he had seen alone didn't seem happy about it.

The younger Zero pair watched the new little fish trying to fit in among the others. Youji snickered softly as he spied the brunet wandering around near Senpai's room. Zaraki was in a bad mood already. Hiruma had gotten a detention and was currently serving it through isolation. The green haired Sacrifice saw the bedroom door open and his ears perked up. Senpai was wearing the shirt he and Natsuo had gotten him!

"Natsuo! Look!"
"I see Youji, Raki-senpai is wearing our gift. Do you think the new boy will ignore the warning?"
"We'll have to see. Let's go get Senpai, his isolation is over."
"It'll be a nice surprise for Raki-senpai."

Zaraki slammed the door shut, cursing 'the long haired bitch' Nagisa beneath his breath. How dare she?! How dare she even think of taking his property away from him!? His rage skyrocketed even further when somebody slammed into him from behind. Kato was so lost in thought he didn't notice the slender form in front of him until he had walked right into them. Stepping back his breath caught in his throat. She was absolutely beautiful. She wore a deep violet wrap top -the sleeves extending past her hands, and the belt brushing the back of her knees- over white jeans and purple high heels; and numerous braids of almost neon pink hair, ending at a tiny waist. Silver bells chimed from her earlobes and purple eyes flashed in the light.

"Ah, I'm sorry. I didn't mean to bump into you. I'm new here, Hirata Kato. You are?"
"…"

His joy faded a little as she merely crossed her arms and gave him a hard, leveled look. He'd hate for his future girlfriend to dislike him. He opened his mouth to say something else when two young voices called out.

"Senpai!"
"Raki-senpai!"

His angel turned to face two kids from one of his classes. Zero? Or something like that. But his smile brightened a bit, his goddess was named Raki. It was oddly masculine, but still lovely.

"Natsuo-kun, Youji-kun. Who is this…thing that…that…ugh! Zaraki-sama can't even say it!"
"He's new, the Sacrifice for Limitless."
"Oh? Well tell Narita to keep her partner under control."
"Narita has isolation for the rest of today; she attacked the Sacrifice for Merciless when he called her a whore. What's a whore?"
"It's a filthy peasant that lewdly offers their body to many in exchange for money, usually because they are too useless to perform any other intelligent task."
"Oh, ok!"

Kato choked at the question, and then again when his angel answered so easily. Well, when they started dating he'd make sure she remained pure to all naughty things. Trying to keep his smile he reached out to touch her arm when his hand was stopped by a tightening fist and a snarled question.

"What the fuck do you think you're doing? Don't you dare touch my partner."
"Hiruma-kun, come here."

Hiruma released the hand in his grip and pulled Zaraki into his embrace. Damn Nagisa, damn her. He hadn't been away from Zaraki since they'd met. Kissing Zaraki furiously he tugged on the pink braids to tilt the younger boys head back so he could reach his neck. Leaving a few hickeys made him feel better so he loosened his hold. Not that the Sacrifice moved from his position against the Fighter's chest.

"Who the hell is this? Didn't someone warn him?"
"We think he's stupid. Or arrogant, one of the two."
"I beg your pardon?!"
"I'm Itachi, this is Millions. He's off limits you stupid fuck."

And suddenly, the warning made sense. This guy 'Itachi' was crazy. And horribly violent, he could tell just by looking at the bruises covering his goddess. He would save her from this beast, his pure beauty. Hiruma pulled his lover closer; this new kid was really starting to piss him off with his blatant ogling of Zaraki.

"Zero, you still coming with us off-campus? Ritsu-dono gave us a day pass."
"Yes Senpai!"
"Hiruma-kun, Zaraki-sama wants to pick up a few things after we eat."
"More clothes?"
"No, class materials."
"Ok, sounds fun."

Hiruma took Zaraki's jacket from where he had stored it in his bag and draped it over the Sacrifice's shoulders. Kissing him again the taller figure led his partner away from the new student. Zero giggled and tried to move them faster by tugging on Zaraki's hands, the only contact he could tolerate from them. Once they passed the gates Zaraki spoke.

"Hiruma-kun."
"Yes Zaraki?"
"That thing touched Zaraki-sama, deal with it properly."
"Yes Zaraki, as you wish."

Hiruma's eyes darkened with possessive anger, Zaraki was his Sacrifice. He was the only one allowed to touch the younger boy besides the Zero kittens and the Endless dogs. His arm wrapped around the purple-eyed boys' waist tightened, pulling him closer to the Sentouki. Zero giggled maliciously; maybe Senpai would let them watch as he taught the new boy his place?

FATELESSFATELESSFATELESSFATELESSFATELESSFATELESSFATELESS

Later that night Hiruma fell back on their bed releasing a heavy breath as he hit the sheets. The day had been surprisingly stressful; between the classes, his detention and the errands they had run afterwards – he was wiped out. He could faintly hear Zaraki moving around in the bathroom. The pink haired Sacrifice was humming as he pampered himself, bringing a soft smile to the Fighter's lips. Zaraki exited the bathroom, eyes closed as he swayed. Hiruma grinned as he took in the sight of his Sacrifice wearing nothing more than the shirt matching the pants slung low on his hips. The grin widened as the lithe teen climbed onto the bed and straddled his Sentouki's hips.

"You're certainly in a pleasant mood Hiruma-kun. Care to share the reason why?"

The Fighter Unit just shrugged and rested his hands on the slender waist, drawing him closer. Zaraki frowned but followed the gentle tugging, resting on top of the brunet and nuzzling his bare chest. Large hands carded through damp pink braids, soothing the redhead. Hunter green orbs darkened as he remembered the events earlier with the new student. He just couldn't shake the memory of how the other male had stared at his partner.

"Zaraki?"
"Hmmm, what is it."
"Do you love me?"
"…Excuse me?"
"Please Zaraki, no games. Do you love me?"
"…If Zaraki-sama is capable of love, then yes. Zaraki-sama would love Hiruma-kun very much, more than anyone in the world."
"I love you Zaraki, so much that I think I'd die if you left me."
"As Zaraki-sama has said before – you belong to Zaraki-sama, and will forever be my property."

Hiruma said nothing but pulled the blankets over their bodies, keeping Zaraki pressed against his chest. He couldn't lose Zaraki, not ever. Zaraki was his, and he'd do whatever it took to keep him.

FATELESSFATELESSFATELESSFATELESSFATELESSFATELESSFATELESS

Kato packed his books into his backpack as the rest of the class filed out of the room. He sighed inwardly; he hadn't seen his angel all day. He couldn't get her out of his head; the flowing rose locks, the rich purple eyes. She was all he could think about.

"Kato-kun~, are you ready~?"

He bit his tongue quickly to stop the words from escaping; he didn't like this 'Narita' girl. She'd been clinging to him all morning, calling him 'partner' and going on about how they would be a great team. She wrapped her arms around his and started to pull him from the room.

"Now that classes are over we should go to the training room to practice~. Oh~! I'm so excited partner~! I promise to be the best Sentou-"

She was cut off by the door slamming shut as someone entered the room followed by the soft 'click' of the lock being engaged. Narita looked up and paled slightly at the sight before them. Black hair was messy, falling into frigid emerald pools; as always he was only wearing a pair of pants -military fatigues today- and was currently pulling a switchblade from a pocket. Taking a glance at her Sacrifice grey eyes widened to see the look of disgust on his face aimed at the taller male.

"H-hey, w-what's going on~? Itachi-senpai, is something the matter~?"
"Nothing personal Narita; you're a great Sentouki, but you're not even close to being strong enough to attempt stopping me."
"Itachi-senpai~? Did I do something wrong~? Or did partner-"
"Humph, shut up already. You don't stop talking, do you? On and on, it's annoying. Stop calling me partner; I don't even know who the hell you are. As for you, release her."

Narita felt tears sting her eyes and she grabbed at the ponytail of honey blonde hair hanging over her shoulder; Kato-kun didn't want her? But she was his Fighter! They were a Pair! They shared a Name! And who was this 'her'? Who stole her Sacrifice?! Itachi-senpai must have shared her thoughts, because his brow arched.

"What 'her' are you talking about?"
"You aren't good enough for her! I saw the bruises! I'll save her and show her how to be happy without a violent beast like you!"
"Again with this 'her', who the fuck are you talking about? You know what, I don't give a shit. I'm here for a very specific reason. Narita, you have two options: stay and shut up, or leave."
"Itachi-senpai~? What are you going to do~?"
"He knew the rule, he was warned and he chose to ignore it."
"He…he tried to take your Sacrifice~?"
"What are you two talking about?! What the hell is this about a 'Sacrifice'? I'm going to take her from you Itachi, my royal eyed beauty deserves better than you!"
"Royal eyed beauty? What kind of shit romance novels are you reading? And don't tell me you're talking about Zaraki, if you are – I don't know whether to laugh or hurt you even more."
"You can't do anything to me!"
"Sure I can, I have full clearance from Ritsu-dono to do whatever the hell I want. Narita, get the hell out."
"…I…I…y-yes Itachi-senpai~."

Kato shot the blonde a dirty look; so much for 'never leaving his side', lying little bitch. The blonde unlocked the door, stepped out and shut the door behind her, allowing the brunet to re-lock it. He flipped out the switchblade, ran his thumb down the edge to test the sharpness and watched the blood bead up along the cut. Kato's eyes widened and he quickly stepped away, his back hitting the wall behind him.

"I'm going to be completely honest with you, because there's really no need for me to lie. 1. You will not enjoy this, 2. This will be slow and 3. This will hurt. Now this might be a bit much to ask, but please – if you're going to try and scream for help, tell me now."
"W-why?"

The dark grin curling Itachi's lips made panic flare and his heart beat faster. He could feel himself start to hyperventilate as the blade gleamed in the light as the brunet moved closer.

"So I know if I need to cut out your tongue first."

FATELESSFATELESSFATELESSFATELESSFATELESSFATELESSFATELESS

Narita looked up with the door opened, grey eyes rimmed with red from her tears. Itachi stepped out and closed the door again, idly wiping at a small blood splatter on his wrist with a hand towel. The red fabric still showed a few spots of its previously white color. She turned her gaze back to the tile floor as he sat down beside her. Her ponytail was clutched tightly in her hands, the strands wrapped around her fingers as she fidgeted with the uneven tips. She glanced back up when Itachi sighed and placed his hand on her head.

"Like I said, it's nothing personal. You're a great Sentouki Narita; he was just a shit Sacrifice."
"But he was mine."
"I know, and for what it's worth – I'm sorry. Ritsu-dono would like to speak with you, if you're up to it."
"Yeah, that's fine. I don't know if I want to stay here anymore, Itachi-senpai. My Sacrifice was my motivation for everything, even when I didn't have one. There…there's no point for me to be here anymore."

Hiruma sighed and drew her close until her head rested against his shoulder. A moment passed before she started to tremble and liquid splashed against his skin. The older male said nothing as she cried silently, mourning her other half. He knew how she felt, he had been in Seven Voices since his Name appeared when he was 9; he would spend the next three years waiting in the Fighter dorms week after week, until the day Ritsu-dono showed up at his room with a tiny pink haired boy. He knew instantly that there was something that tied him to the preteen, and then he saw their Name and knew this was his partner. His other half and the missing puzzle piece he'd been waiting for.

Narita had shown up the year after he did; a bright eyed seven-year-old who couldn't stop talking about how her Sacrifice was going to be perfect, how she couldn't wait to find them and battle at their side. Her enthusiasm faded a little bit more each week she remained alone, until she was picking fights left and right with other pairs who made the slightest remark about her being alone. The last couple of days had been like nothing had ever changed; she was smiling again and even regained old speech patterns. And he ruined all of it; but, he didn't feel guilty, because as close as he was to Narita– Zaraki would always come first.

No matter what.