Author: Dicey
Title: T.E.R.R.I.B.L.E
Summary: Loveless. What a terrible thing to be. Ritsuka gets separated from Agatsuma Soubi on the train and runs into someone...his lost fighter unit.
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I'm insufferable. I'm horrid. I'm the nightmare that haunts the sleeping world. And I know it. I've always, always known it, deep down in the back of my mind where voices were whispering, always whispering, "You deserve to suffer for your sins."
Well, I'm your tragedy. I'm your sin. So you're going to suffer.
And I don't think I really care.
I'm just being paranoid. That's what I keep telling myself, as if I think it enough it'll be true.
I've never been such a good liar. I've lost Soubi. On the train. Zero was with us, but...I've lost Soubi. I can't see them anywhere. Soubi? Where did you go? Soubi!
"Soubi?" my voice weakens when I speak the name. "...Soubi...?"
The body odor of those around me overwhelms my senses. People are so crowded I can feel the heat of their bodies. So close. Too close.
How much longer until our stop? I can't even see the lit sign; it seems so far away.
Someone save me.
The train takes an unexpected turn and I slam into one of the windows. Glancing around, I notice that everything else is quiet, silent, frozen. The odor, heat, and color gone from each of the faces near me. I feel strangely warm myself, as if I'm glowing...what is...?
Someone has appeared in front of me, so close that I can barely make out the face. Unique and beautiful, stoic...
"Lover," I hear the masculine voice murmur against my neck, so calculated and cold, "Don't scream."
I am silent. My breath quickens. This person...he's so cold and yet...I feel so warm now that he's here with me...this makes the sense that doesn't. What could...
"Lover," they say again and the mere word sends chills up and down my spine, "Soon. We will meet again soon."
And then he's gone.
I can still smell his scent on my clothing. My hands are pressed up against the window; they slide down as I slump down in a seat, my palms slick with sweat. What was...who was...I knew who. I knew, but the pieces...so broken...should I even try to piece them back together? Can I?
Lover, I mouth silently, I'll see you soon.
And I know that this is not a lie.
Soon.
I'll see you again soon.
the end
