School is exhausting my completely, so I'm really sorry for not updating very much, but I'm just soooooo tired. Ill try to update more on the weekends. But enjoy this new chapter! I really have no life since school started. I swear, Ill try to update more often from now on. Please…don't hurt me -hides-
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Chapter 4- A scream
Soubi sighed as he painted, thinking about his little Ritsuka. What was he doing now? Probably fiddling with his computer or taking pictures of something. The thought drew a small smirk from the fighter, he remembered that sunny day in the park when he had first kissed Ritsuka and they had taken all those pictures for memories. Ah, what a wonderful moment that had been. He had known at that moment that he really had a master again, not one to measure up to Seimei certainly…at least, not yet. The very thought of his former master sent a sharp lance of pain through Soubi's heart.
How he missed his Seimei, how he wished for his first master back, how he wished the other half of his soul, the half of his name, still lived on. But no, that was never to be. Seimei was dead. Soubi had felt their bond snap him self; like a thread held tenaciously together until the final strand cut and his world spiraled into an endless abyss of haunting sorrow and insanity.
But then he had met Ritsuka, the small shining light that led him out of the dark panic that was his own mind. Surly, whiny little Ritsuka, his master, his…dare he say it? His Beloved. It felt so good to admit that fact, even if it was just to himself. His hand strayed for a moment to the earring, the piercing that Ritsuka had given him, and he smiled, humming softly as he went back to work on his current picture, which he was currently finding very hard to concentrate on. He was seriously considering phoning the boy, he hadn't gotten his usual seven to ten calls in because the day had been so hectic. He looked at his cell phone and then sighed and shook his head. No, Ritsuka would probably get annoyed if he called right now.
Actually, he would most defiantly get annoyed. The minutes ticked by and Soubi couldn't seem to get any work done, his mind still floating around the topic of Ritsuka. He shook his head in amusement and set his brush down before taking off the smock he wore over his clothes and walking over to pick up his cell. He hit the speed dial button for Ritsuka's phone and waited as it rang. And rang. And rang some more. He finally closed the phone with a frown; perhaps Ritsuka was taking a bath and had left his phone on his bed? Yes, that had to be it; he never let it out of his sight otherwise.
Just the thought comforted him a little and he sat down on the floor, staring up at the ceiling and waiting for his little master to return the call. He sat for about five minutes before he felt it. He felt Ritsuka scream, even though their bond was not very strong, he felt ripping, tearing agony. He was on his feet in an instant, echoing his master's unearthly shriek before he realized what he was doing and calmed down.
That was when he felt It. That tugging and pulling sensation like a string stretched tightly. It began to fray and Soubi scrabbled to keep it in tact with all his might but the last thread drifted apart with frightening suddenness and his only grip on reality was gone, he was master less again and his mind was a whirl with ripping pain. He felt hot tears slide down his cheek as he fell to his knees, whimpering and clutching at handfuls of his fair hair. A long, painful time later he roused himself out of his delirium long enough to get to his feet. He had to see what had happened to Ritsuka. With that thought he ran out the door without even bothering to shut it behind him and vanished down the dark streets.
"Have to get to Ritsuka" he thought as he ran down the street, almost falling flat on his face once or twice.
"Need to see what happened" Those two phrases repeated endlessly in his shadow filled mind.
It seemed to take an awfully long time for him to reach Ritsuka's home. He arrived outside of Ritsuka's balcony and grasped the vine that grew up alongside of it. (And Ritsuka wondered how he got up there, hello, obvious!) He shot up it like a stone hurled from a sling and clambered onto the balcony, clumsy in his panic. He slid open the door and scanned the bedroom. No sign of Ritsuka here.
He did catch sight of the clothes on the bed and the cell phone blinking red because of his missed call. He listened for a moment and heard a quiet whimpering coming from the bathroom. Ritsuka was alive? He walked towards the door slowly and pushed it open. Ritsuka was on the ground, a pool of blood coating his chest and arm, dying them a sticky red. The young boy was shaking violently and his eyes were wide and unseeing. His ears were flat against his head and his tail was curled around his naked body. He turned his head slowly and those empty, unseeing dark purple eyes focused on Soubi.
"I'm sorry" he whispered, his blood covered hand slipping slowly away from his thin, pale chest to reveal the claw marks he himself had left there. Scrolling out in neat characters on his chest, right above his heart was one word, filled in the crimson blood and the skin around it was shredded but the letters stood out clearly, almost glowing in the dim light.
Loveless
A single tear rolled down Soubi's cheek.
