Training
By StickmanRVR

Blue hair curved around the delicate jaw line, a pair of glasses reflected the light, hiding sharp blue eyes.

Ristu looked upon the young fighter, he had not yet lost his neko-ears and he couldn't have been over 14 or 15 at the most. Blonde hair swarmed over his shoulders, dull because of the lighting.

A tail, the same light colour as the ears that sat on the youth's head, hung low and slightly frizzled due to fear…

The room was dark, apart from the streams of sunlight forcing its way in from the gaps between the blinds, cutting across the floor like a knife. The elder walked slowly towards a desk, papers were staked neatly on the left but those were not what Ritsu wanted. He opened a draw, making no sound A length of stiff leather, perhaps a meter long, was held in his hand. A few strands of loose leather hung from the stick.

Ritsu smiled- a strange gesture for someone like him. He glanced over at the fighter, standing silent by the other side of the room, now looking down at the floor. But sensing Ritsu's deathly glare he nodded once, proceeding to unbutton his white shirt. His back was littered with scars and cuts, some still half open while scabs covered the lesser ones. He positioned himself with his hands against the wall, head bowed. Ritsu walked over, standing a few meters behind the blonde. Several seconds passed before the whip was raised and stuck at the bare skin. The child winced as old cuts split, causing new blood to trickle over the dried skin

"Pain shows that you're alive" the words Ritsu spoke were emotionless and often made the toughest fighters shiver. "Grit you're teeth and deal with it…"
Ritsu struck a 2nd, then a 3rd time, waiting a minute between to emphasise the pain, He smiled to himself as he hit a 4th time. Training his students certainly was an enjoyable experience.

The blonde fell to the ground, tears begging to be released, but none fell. The pain was agonising, but there was no sound, apart from the cracking of the whip every few minutes. By the time almost an hour had past, Ritsu had still heard no words from the child. Even though he was often beat to passing out in training, he was getting stronger. By the next year (of about 3 hours or so) of training a day, he might be able to survive against the hardest of Ritsu's attempts.

A small bell rang, signalising the end of training. The child, slowly, picked himself off the carpet. A few drops of blood falling off his side from a particularly nasty wound. He tried to walk out of the room straight, but ended up hunched, clutching his stomach. But he was able to walk down the corridor fine.

"That's my favourite student" Ritsu said; closing the door, placing the blood stained whip upon his desk (making a mess on the already blood stained surface) and walking towards the window. The blinds where still half open, enough for a pair of blue eyes to see the figure of the certain blonde tripping up on the concrete floor outside.

"You're my favourite…

Beloved…"

Ahhh! D: I feel so mean! That was really hard to write! I got my inspiration while out shopping for a new coat (I wanted one like Soubi's!) Anyway R&R and I'll be happy :3

There isn't enough Soubi and Ritsu stuff. -pets-