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Ritsuka was not a stalker.
Nomatter what it looked like, Ritsuka was certainly NOT stalking Soubi and this strange woman who was now walking alongside his supposed fighter. Nomatter how it seemed, Ritsuka was NOT envious that the two were particularly close. And whatever he felt, Ritsuka was NOT jealous. If anything, it was coincidence. It was all a coincidence that Ritsuka just happened to be traveling down the same street as the 'couple' and he just happened to be curious of them. Coincidence and curiosity were not stalking (envy, or jealousy).
For the next thirty minutes, Soubi and the woman lead, Ritsuka followed. It was only murmurings that he heard from the two at afar, but it was painfully obvious when even those murmurings were severed by the gentle slam of a door. They had gone into Soubi's apartment, leaving him alone with his turmoil and overactive thoughts.
He paced up and around the trail of the garden, beyond the flowers, beyond the streets, then swiftly turned back again.
And the door swung open.
In a split second of surprise and panick, he dove behind a tree. The sound of footsteps reverberated inside his ears. His breath hitched and his body tensed only to meet the voice of his fighter, though that wasn't much of a relief.
"Did you need something?"
There's that sense of randomn comfort in hearing Soubi's voice, unchanging from the first time they met. Even as his mind was racing, there's that rebellious part of his being that wanted more than anything to hear that voice. His discomfort wasn't eased but he felt that slight soothing sesnsation enough to refrain from lashing out at the blond for ditching him. Though not loosing his temper still didn't solve the situation at hand.
He was silent, wondering if he was completly quiet, absolutely still, he could avoid explaining himself and the awkward embarrassment that was to come. He had no such luck.
"I know you've been following me."
"...I wasn't following you..."
Soubi quirked a slender brow, cooly seating himself beside his so-called sacrifice. "Then what were you doing?"
He didn't speak, knowing that his reasoning sounded forced and not too believable, so, again, he prayed that silence would allow the matter to drop. Soubi, however, was not forgiving. He waited patiently for an answer untill the boy was forced to meekly look up and ask, "Who was she?"
Soubi smiled. "She is Kio's sister. She was looking for him."
"Ki...Kio's sister?" Violet eyes now blinked, uncontrollably, as if that alone would rid the unruly red from his cheeks.
He silently scolded himself for overlooking the numerous piercings and bright blond hair; obviously, she was related to Kio. He sighed, now thoroughly abashed, when a hand reached out to caress the flushed cheek which, in turn, grew crimson.
"Were you jealous?"
"No!...n...no, it's nothing like that." A stutter, a deepening blush, and quickened heart beat. Soubi could do a lot to Ritsuka without even trying.
The blond chuckled, running a thumb affectionately over the skin. It would have been a fitting moment to say 'I'll forever be with you,' but he didn't. That would be lying since he had no control of what would happen, but he could promise one thing...
"Only you, and no one else."
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That didn't come out so good. Ughh...but I tried. Review for my hard work?