Authors Note: Pssssh. Tomorrow school's back in. I wonder how many teachers are going to scream at me. Probly all of them, oh well. I'm probly not gonna make it unless Brett (my absolute hero) is there. He's so amazing. Like, the dude got me this super beautiful watch for Christmas. ::uber blush::
Anyway, I'm sorry to all my fans ::giggle:: I shortened the last chapter because that one stupid-fuck. It'll be ok, I swear. This chapter will be short as well, and I;m sorry, but I want to post it before I go to bed.
Thanks to all that wish me well.
Thanks to all that review.
When my life stops being all shitty I'll start doing the personalized thingy again, but right now I'm facing a sever depression streak that I have to hide.
Yes, stupid.
Onto the fanfiction…
Disclaimer: I don't own Loveless.
Ritsuka didn't remember when he had passed out, or when Soubi had taken him to an inn. He did remember that they had reached the stop to get to the next town, which needed to be travelled to by foot. He had woken up in a dimly lit room, with only a fireplace to give light.
He was sweating, and he heaved as if to vomit. He had woken up to once again find Soubi and himself sharing a bed, and not wanting to create an unpleasant situation for the man he shot out of the bed. The window was flung open and he hoped no person stood beneath it as he wretched out what seemed to be some form of the small luncheon he had eaten that afternoon. A moment later, Soubi was behind him, pulling the dark hair from the boy's face, resting his warm hand on Ritsuka's back.
The pain and discomfort of vomiting brought tears spilling forth from the young boys eyes, and Soubi murmured words to calm Ritsuka down.
"Just relax Ritsuka. Shhh…You're alright." When the content from the boy's stomach was completely gone, he started to dry-heave, then the boy calmed, wiping his mouth on his hand.
"Are you alright?" When Ritsuka silently nodded, Soubi wrapped his arms around the boy.
"Please tell me when you're feeling ill. If you keep passing out I'm going to die of a panic attack."
"I'm sorry…" The remorse was evident in his voice, and Soubi rubbed a thin shoulder, trying for some sort of comfort.
"Please tell me what's wrong? I can help you if you let me try." It was a small plea, and Ritsuka desperately wished that he had informed the man sooner, so that he wasn't as much of a burden to the man.
"I…I just…" He didn't know what to say, and he was flustered beyond words. He tried again his face going red, "I'm not really sure….I'm fine one moment, and the next moment I feel as though I'm going to die from exhaustion."
Soubi picked the boy up and set him into a cushioned chair, then brought the reddened Ritsuka a cup of cool water.
"Thank you for telling me. How long have you felt like this?"
"A while…Since before you came and took me away from…there…" The boy's eyes held permanent contact with something apparently extremely interesting on the floor.
"Alright. Now can you tell me why you have such an aversion to eating?" Soubi smiled at the boy, tilting his head to the side.
If it were possible, the boy's eyes grew larger and his face redder.
"I don't have an aversion to eating. I just can't eat a lot. I don't think I've ever been one for eating much."
"Well did you eat a lot as a child?" The boy's eyes, for the first time, caught and held contact with the man.
"I don't know. I lost my memory." Ritsuka chewed at his lip.
"Oh. I'm sorry. I'm very sorry, I had no idea." A look of complete sadness washed over the man's face, and it made Ritsuka want to cry.
"Please, don't be sorry. You had no way of knowing."
The look disappeared as Soubi's face straitened, "Well, I'm very sure that if you, Love, were to practice better eating habits, then you would be a lot healthier. If I'm wrong, then I hope I figure out what the problem is, seeing as how much I like you."