"I want him dead." Seimei's infuriated voice echoed through the bar. "I don't care by what means you must take, I just want his head on a plate." He yelled into the phone. "Your reward will be money. No you may not lay a finger on my brother." The dolt on the other end of the phone dared asked to spend the night with Ritsuka as payment. "The whole reason I want him dead is because he has touched my beloved Ritsuka."
Ritsuka could hear his brother's every word. His heart was beating in his stomach as he thought up an escape plan. He must warn Soubi before Seimei could get his way. Quickly he opened the window though he'd forgotten the rosebush growing around it.
"To insure no one else can take his ears, I intend to take them tonight." With that Seimei slammed the phone down on it's hook. "He is mine..." The infuriated man stormed to Ritsuka's room.
Ritsuka jumped at the sound of his door swing open. The window still let in cold air. Startled, he felt his brother grab his wrist. Time stood still when their eyes met. "I know what it means with your eyes hollow like this." His young voice cracked. "I do not wish it." Tears dripped from his lashes as he turned his head to look away.
"You have always been mine." Seimei reached out his hand and placed the tips of his fingers under Ritsuka's small chin. "How dare you try to give yourself to another." He jerked his chin up. Their eyes met again, cold and scared. "You will be mine tonight and for the rest of your life."
In a daring sudden attempt, Ritsuka spun his arm around and free himself from his brother's grip. Seizing his moment of freedom he threw himself out the window. Rose thorns tore into his delicate flesh but he couldn't let the bleeding or pain stop him. He sprinted off towards the road hoping to make it to the art museum before Seimei could catch up.
