Write date:11-17; 12-04
Greetings, and here we go again!
(posting this before the public speaking to calm my nerves, fiu)
Thank you Dlbn for the review!
Dlbn: indeed Takehito's sole purpose is to joke around, (it's just too funny, especially when the jokes weren't intended) I'm kiding he will have backstory. And about Soubi's torturing, that will be further explained, thank you :)
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Soubi sat on the bench in a white emptied corridor similar to a hospital hall. A room in front of him had been marked as 205 on a grey plank next to the door... Ritsuka was in there at the moment.
The male prompted his elbows on his knees burrying his head... The events the previous evening in the forest were still fresh, playing through his head again and again.
Ritsuka... The teen had tortured him... How was that possible?
"Soubi, here." A flustered female spoke next to the blonde's ear. The male shot his petrified face up at the intruder.
"What?" He whispered, unwilling to rise his voice as Soubi felt rage and depression surge up his throat.
The man tryed controlling his emotions, he did not wish to yell at the frail Nagisa, standing in front of him. She wasn't responsible for any of this hell.
"Ah... do you want a drink?" Nagisa timidly handed him a paper cup of water. Soubi took it with an emotionless, dead expression playing on his face.
"It's okay. I'm sure Takehito got it wrong. Ritsuka's not guilty."
"For what?" Soubi side-glanced at Nagisa who sat next to him on a bench.
"You know for the incident in the cafeteria. Nana said she saw him and Breathless dash out of the spot of the incident first."
"That explain's why I couldn't find him." Soubi murmured to himself, staring at the hideous monster reflecting from the water.
"So indeed it does." Nagisa cutted in, leaning to Soubi, with a false timid smile." But you're not suppose to worry, nothing's going to happen to Ritsuka." She giggled lightheartedly.
" I'm sure if it!"
"It already happened." Soubi blurted out through his teeth, his hands clutching the cup in his hand harder. The blonde could not take it anymore...
"What? What happened?" Nagisa seemed dumbfounded, nousy as ever...
"Why do you care?!" He shot at her, yelling."What's your buisiness anyway, bitch?"
"I... ah." She trembled, noticing Soubi's wet inraged eyes stabbing her.
"I don't need your sympathy, acting like lost puppy. Leave me alone, what don't you understand?" The blue haired female bit her lip, hearing him throw insults at her.
"Go to hell! Stop tossing me your shitty affection I'm not Ritsu! Deal with it he's..." Soubi lost his voice at that sentence, slowly covering his mouth...
'What the...? I didn't want to say that...' Soubi's thoughts rushed through his head, as he warily sipped the water, his hand shaking. 'No that can not be possible, could it? It cannot! Sensei's in rehabilitation... Nana brought him there... He's still there...'
"Soubi?" Nagisa tapped his shoulder." You're not feeling well, are you?"
"No. Please leave me alone. I can't control my emotions anymore. I feel so tired."
"I understand, I'm not blaming you."
"Please leave I don't want to talk to anyone..." Soubi layed his head on his knees, emitting a heavy sigh.
"No way!"The female grabbed his wrist suddenly.
"Let go!"
"No way, no way, no way. I will not leave you here!"
Soubi frowned at her, trying to get his hand free, that proved to be futile.
"I will not." The blue haired female softened her tone, entwining her fingers with his."I don't want to see you suffer any longer... It... It hurts."
"Well... your being here aches me also." The blonde admitted turning away." Leave."
"Never!"
The male let out a sigh, seeing Takehito slowly waltz in on them.
"Oh, good morning!" He greeted steps away, picking up his pace and carrying a folder in his right arm.
"Takehito... san?" Nagisa raised an eyebrow.
"Yes, no other." He giggled glancing around for reassuring." We don't have anyone who's as handsome as me, lady!"
Soubi watched them laugh and throw some over used jokes at each other from the corner of his eye. Until Takehito noticed and turned to the blonde with a concerned look.
"Ah..." The middle-aged, dark haired male lazily scratched his head. "I honestly forgot you were still here, my bad..."
Soubi faced the floor, feeling the anger flare up in him again.
"Heavens! Don't need to get hasty everything's alright."
"Alright?" Soubi desired to jump out of the chair hitting him... How could that idiot say everything's alright? When the world was crumbling down...
"Takehito-san we all know it isn't."Nagisa stood up, defending, which lead Soubi's nerves to shorten gradually." No point in ignoring that fact, we have to comfort him."
'Comfort?'The light-haired man grappled his teeth out of frusteration.
"Ok... Soubi-san." Kunugi raised his voice to get the other man's attention." We'd like to ask you a couple of questions. Do you think you can do that?"
"Of cource he can't!" Nagisa cutted in yelling."Let him recover from the shock first!"
The blonde could not take it any longer. He suddenly rose up from the bench, glarring into the blue haired female's face.
"Shut the hell up! Would tou stop treating me like a todler? What am I to you?! Go cry yourself out for Ritsu's sake if you wanna help anybody!"
"S..Sou...bi"
"Ufu, nice one!" Takehito whistled, watching the woman wordlessly dash away. He shot a grimace to Soubi's side, who seemed inpained.
Another wrong decision, yet another stupid mistake... How come he hurt everybody he met... everybody he knew or loved... Ritsu-in rehabilitation. Ritsuka-betrayed and angered as Soubi ran away from him... Nagisa-broken beyond repair... Why was he such a defected animal, only capable of wounding others?
"Come here. This way..." Soubi felt a pair of arms land on his shoulders, leading him into the mysterious room, named as 205...
Inside were several cabinets, borded by their seperate doors and walls. Takehito Kunugi pushed the former Beloved fighter into one of them.
"Soubi Agatsuma... Beloved. Correct?" A voice echoed within the small white cabinet Soubi was forced to enter. A brown-haired man with spectacles sat on the other side of the table in the middle of the room.
Soubi stood bewildered and unsure what to do, or what was happening...
"Hisho Utura, psychologist." The brunette introduced himself with a falsly kind tone in his voice." Let's have a little talk. Shall we?"
No doubt a hired prosecuter. Takehito quietly tapped out, closing the door behind him.
The blonde slowly sat down, narrowing his eyes at his companion, while getting ready for the worst.
"So how is your health Agatsuma-san?" Hisho Utura started casually, trying to warm then drag as much information as he could get likely.
"Been worse." The blonde responded warily, setting his goal to remain his tangled memories secret. Soubi did not trust any doctors in here, including Ritsu.
"You did not get hurt, in that riot the other day?"
"No." Soubi answered bluntly, as the other male quickly scribbled something down in a book, that was set on the edge of the table.
"Mh... where were you when the incident ended and at what hour did you left?"
"I..." The young man paused, unsure how to explain and how much to reveal.
"There's no point in lying. We already found the culprit, so this session isn't to throw the guilt on you. I'm here to help you. That's why I need the honest truth Agatsuma-san." The psychologist explained, glancing up at his patient. Soubi chewed the inside of his cheek.
" We know there are somesort of... problems... We want to help you solve them."
'Solve what?' Soubi's brain mocked. 'My memory loss that was caused by your medicamnts, or find out that I stabbed my teacher and put me under custody or worse? No thank you I don't any of your, so called, help!'
"Agatsuma-san did you hear what I said?"
"Y... yes." The younger man perked up, attempting to clear his face and tone of any emotion."I 'm listening."
"I'll repeat the question." Hisho Utura sighed." Because you obviously dozed off in the middle of my speech. I asked, at what hour have you left the scene of the crime yesterday. And where did you went?"
"Hour?... I.. I'm afraid I can't recall. Because when I escaped I hadn't seen the clock."
"In the middle of the hallway?" The psychologist cocked a speculiating eyebrow at his patient, but brushed it off quickly, nodding after.
"Ok, so the first time after that. When did you checked the time?"
"Ahh... it was after 6 pm." Soubi peeked into the corner of the room. The first moment, that he had took a glimpse of the time was just before he went chasing after Ritsuka into the forest.
"Mhm..." The psychologist mused, pencilling something in his book, seemingly pleased by the answer. He asked again after a minute.
"And what were you doing, after you exited the cafeteria?"
"Searching for Ritsuka."
"In the underground level?"
Soubi gulped slowly, as to not cause a disturbance and show the fear creeping up his back. The security cameras saw him going to the boiler room. No, that information must not dwell into the open... If the fate will bow to his will, no one must know what actually happened to Ritsu-sensei.
"Yes." Soubi cleared his throat." Ritsuka doesn't know this place as much as I do. I believed he ran there, it was one of the first turns coming out of the hall."
"Mhm... good thinking. And after that?"
"When I got out, I met Nagisa." Soubi straightened, feeling that the worst went by. The psychologist paused at his writting,while humming for a minute. When he began verbalizing his thoughts, they were strained and careful.
"I'll need to change the subject... may I?" Soubi nodded."About when... You first came back to Seven Voices academy... Do... You perchance remember the date?"
The blonde narrowed his eyes from the sudden change of topic...
"No... I'm sorry my memories are still fuzzy for some reason. I can't recall."
"Okay... But let me ask you something Agatsuma-san. It isn't like a blank space to you correct? You remember a few details, fragments?"
"I... guess..." The blonde uttered, feeling confounded. It seemed this man had been aiming at that answer. He knew Soubi lost his memories, which were slowly coming back to him one by one...
"I remember, when I firstly woke up, Kunugi Takehito mentioned, that I had been living with my sensei for more than a month... I myself don't remember."
"Ritsu Minami... eh?" A slight mockery escaped the prosecuter's crooked smirk. Soubi nearly flinched back... Would this fellow stop throwing unexpected surprises at him? Laughing out of the principal that was still in a hard period of healing? Nice employee...
"Y.. yes Ritsu-sensei."
"I kinda pity you kid." He sighed and made Soubi grow with curiosity.
"Why?" The blonde questioned rather quietly, which led the psychologist to wave him off, not answering. Soubi frowned. What was with all the secrecy in Septimal Moon?
"Anyway, Agatsuma-san what do you remember from the last months you were with your sacrifice?"
"Seimei?"
"No. Ritsuka... What do you remeber about him?" Utura restated, correcting him.
Soubi leaned back in his chair, thinking for a moment, while his companion took the time to slirp his coffee in quiet and peace. A slight minute past, when the blonde collected his thoughts.
"Ritsuka..." Soubi finally muttered. As the happier days rushed through his mind.
Hisho Utura scrutinized his patient, then smiled to himself, as a knock on the door permited the calm minute.
Soubi looked over at the brunette, as the latter took a usb key from the white dressed male, standing behind the door, while exchanging a few whispers, that Soubi did not comprehend.
"Well you're in luck. The results just came in." The brunette waved the small device at Soubi, walking back. The blonde side-glanced at his companion, as he tapped past him to his seat.
"Results?"
"Mhm." Utura nodded, getting out a laptop and switching it on."The talk my colleague had with your sacrifice. Care to listen?"
"Why do you need Ritsuka?" Soubi spat out rather coldly. "He did not do anything. He was a victim like everybody else."
"You're defending him?" The prosecuter countered Soubi's question, while pushing the Usb key into the port. He shot Soubi a glare waiting for a confirmation, or a denial.
"Why shouldn't I? I love him."
"Talking in questions are we?" Utura chuckled, while the laptop processed the data injected."You say your memories are fuzzy? Correct? Even at the time you lived with Aoyagi-kun?"
"Y... yes..."
"Well then you might not like what you'll hear." Hisho Utura stated, playing the recording, that began cracking with faint static, soon penetrated by a childish voice.
"Yes. Ah... I'm Aoyagi. Ritsuka. " The voice seemed strained. Soubi listened further in, his heart begining to pound. He slowly licked his dry lips as the eerie events of the former night crept their way further down the man's wounded heart and weak soul, sending fear, uncertainty to erupt in his frail, abused body...
"I'll ask you a few questions. Is that okay with you, Aoyagi-kun?"
"Make it quick..." An arrogant spout came from Ritsuka's lungs, Soubi raised his thin golden brow in confusion.
Ritsuka... Didn't usually respond so unpolitely, even when the Zeroes annoyed him with no end, or Yuiko blabbered nothingness... Ritsuka never used his voice like that. Something was off...
"Firstly, do you remember what you did last morning in the cafeteria?"
"Mhh..." A silent pause and a snort following after." And... What if I did?"
"Okay so you do remember... So. Which Ritsuka are you, my dear?"
"Firstly don't you dare call me that!" A voice was raised tremendously with a slight comprehensive knock on the table."I hate it... Secondly I'm the only Ritsuka! They aren't Ritsuka!... What an insult!"
"Okay, please calm down sir... So how are they called then? Your other two identities."
'Two identities?' Soubi frowned, placing his thumb to his lips.'I never knew Ritsuka had a multiple personality disorder. In fact he never did... Unless this psychologist calls Ritsuka's personality before his memory loss like that... Still... from where does the third one appear?'
"If I had my way they would be nameless to begin with!" Ritsuka mocked, snickering slightly." Stay in the shadows where they belong. Rats...But anyway I call them both 'Loveless': before and after... That's as much recognision they should deserve."
"Then... you don't except your true name if you give it to 'others'?"
"Loveless? Hahah! Nice joke mister! It really hits the spot... Why would I want to? They were born with it that's their fate, curse or whatever! I don't want no part of it, thank you!"
"Okay..." The psychologist sighed through scribbling." Hold on for a moment kid. I'll make a record. Ekhem... Patient number 213. Name Aoyagi Ritsuka. Currently 14 years old. Blood type-B. Diagnosed with a personality disorder type: DSM-5. Number of personality changes three. First- from moment of birth till age of 10. Second- age 10, leading to an age of 14. Third- from 14 years old following to the month of this year's november."
"Please note that I'm here to stay!" Ritsuka interrupted, when the other exhaled tiredly.
"No. Let's continue... Ah, Aoyagi Ritsuka how did you caused the incident in the cafeteria?"
"I didn't do anything!"
"We both know you did... So mind explaining me,what did you use to make everyone get paranoid and delirious?"
"I think I should explain from the very start." Ritsuka sighed, pausing for a minute." The first thing I remember was waking up in a hospital bed. At first I thought it was rather weird for me to be there."
"Why?"
"Because I didn't had any injuries, no creepy machines, monotoring my body or pulse, no doctors around or whatever... I had layed there through the whole night, waiting for someone... I didn't knew to... Come. Pick me up, talk to me... To show I was not alone... I grew rather frightened through the sleepless night as not a single soul shown up... Come on! There was a patient here! Shouldn't it be the nurses job to check up on me? I rang the emergancy bell again and again, but got no response..."
"So... then what happened?"
"I think it's rather obvious..." The boy mused, tapping the table.
"Seeing, that I wasn't sick and that nurses won't come to me any time soon, I went to the register in the morning. The people working there shot me disbelief glares as soon as they saw my face... They... They told me I was dead... T-that my vital signs stopped last night. They lost all hope for my revival... Insane, isn't it?... They said I died and there I was standing safe and sound infront of them, must've seemed like a zombie... Though that wasn't the most creepy part... I didn't knew who I was... No name, no family or friends everything was blank. Although I caught a glimpse of what I was called on the cardboard attached to my bed. It said Aoyagi Ritsuka... Back then I didn't knew who this Ritsuka kid was. Until the doctors called somebody that claimed to be my mother..."
"Misaki Aoyagi?"
"Can't recall her name, sorry."The teen laughed."She was relieved to see me alive, a little too clingy for my taste though. And especially noisy... She kept crying and weeping, crushing my shoulders with her pitiful excuse of a hug.' Oh, Ritsuka you're back! You are my Ritsuka? Right?' Something along those lines. I realised two things at the time she brought me home... First- I confirmed that my name was endeed Ritsuka. Secondly that there was something wrong with my mother... the way she acted... It wasn't bad, no... She pampered me, loved me, even brought food to my bed and bought whatever I wanted. Heaven in earth!" He paused for a minute." It began a few days past... When she would put me to bed at night... The mother started to reminisce about me..." He gulped hardly.
"The.. The way I was before... She called my prior self an imposter, who stole my body. That's how I came to the knowledge that acting meant survival in that house, if I'll make one little slip up I might be considered the replica that mother despised and didn't shut up about... So I figured if she liked to be ordered around, so be it, I'll be the perfect son, she desired and besides playing the little prince was awesome! Although my little luck ran out pretty quick... I started having... mind. Blackouts..."
"What?... Could you explain further?"
"I know it sounds bizzare... I myself can't understand them either. And to tell the truth... They freak me out..." He cutt off, thinking for a moment probably...
"It's like, how could I put it, like blanking out for couple of minutes that later turned to days: In the middle of talks, lunch, movies... My mind would shut off, but the reality kept flowing along with my body. It acted on it's own accord and made me end up in unexpected situations I had not caused... First time it happened, I woke up unconsciously ripping up my family photo, with me in the middle... The noisy mother darted out right at that moment of my return... She shrieked and began scolding me... Then my brain decided to take another nap. I woke with a spinning head as if being drunk... The remaining night the mother kept sobbing, spacing out in the kitchen..."
"M... hm?"
"I see you look wary of my explanation..."The Aoyagi added in a displeased tone." Well then get ready! It get's even crazier afterwards. The brain shut offs became more frequent. Hell! It got to the point where I couldn't chat with my friends normally anymore! After a minute they would all freak out and stop talking to me or laugh as I stood like a white rabbit not recalling what I said, or agreed to... Oh, and not to mention! It ruined my shot at having a girlfriend as well!"
"We went to a cafe on our first date and the next moment I remember was her sobbing face and madden eyes set to me as she left the table... That bitch in me, must've said something mean... All I know that after that I never saw her look my way again, she always kept her distance... I never had the chance to make it up to her... God! What a shame, she was so beautiful! An angel fallen from heavens with those golden locks and those deep eyes... " He paused for a minute." Ah... And I sort of fell out of topic with my ramble..."
"No it's fine. We stopped following the matter at hand ten minutes ago. Please continue."
"Well. I'm not made of steel you know... I broke down into distrusting everybody and keeping my distance from other people to not cause scenes anymore. Though the whole school was already gossiping about me up and down. Everybody knew and some even made fun of me... There began the worst period of middle school, you could say my heaven in earth ripped it's mask, revealing it's true intentions... It was hard... I had no one I could relay on, even mother began beating me sometimes when my other personality said a wrong word... Yet I was the payback goat! Seriously get yourself a body if you wanna ruin shit! Crap... Life turned into living hell, I had no idea how to stop it, how to drag that... That... Imposter out of my skin. I despised him and ended up hating myself, when the former just didn't work out no matter what I tried..." Ritsuka murmured the last sentence concealing his breath.
"Finally he shown up..."
"Who?"
"A stalker! A grown up man standing on my balcony! The first night I tried to ignore his calling to open up, I couldn't sleep for the whole night, even after he left...Though something made me stop from reporting his harassment... And it was a mistake! The pervert came again the next! For atleast a week I was tortured by him... Finally I let him in, taking a paper knife as a precaution. What lurred me was that he knew my name, knew me, well probably my former self... He talked about it. Over and over, cried and begged... When we started talking also shared our experiances and memories I came to a knowledge that... The weirdo. Was formely my lover or something..."
Soubi narrowed his eyes. Was this Ritsuka talking about him? Most likely... Yet no memories came back to Soubi. The past was still a mystery to him...
"And?" The psychologist blurted.
"Well... I gave him a shot... He was rather nice, interesting and understanding, on top of all beautiful... Well, yes, I have to say I liked his features... Especially..." The boy quieted down to a pitched murmur. "Especially..." The silence with significant signs of static took over the period of silence as Ritsuka did not finish...
"Are you feeling okay?" The other male asked. " You don't have to push yourself if the matter hurts that deeply... Hey, Ritsuka, answer me."
"So beautiful..." The boy mused letting out a stammering breath...
"Do you need some water?"
"Soo... beautiful... Ahhh! Those screams were soo beautiful!"
"Please calm your emotions! What are you talking about?"
"It wasn't a mistake. It wasn't It wasn't... That, bastard Ritsuka, had ruined my life. So I repayed the favour. "
Soubi listened as sweat came down his face, he digged his nails to his knees as the blonde shivered as if struck by the cold. He waited for his horrored assumptions to prove to be false...
"And Soubi..." Ritsuka beemed again in higher spirits than before, Nearly purring from gratifiction."I'll miss his beggings and screams..."
As that echoing sentence reigned through the room, the light-haired male shut his ears, trembling.
"Ah... it's such a shame he escaped from that little game of ours... He was such a great toy... I'm certain if I could get ahold of that naïve, submissive stance before me again... Ah... I swear I could repeat it again... Beautiful... Simply beautiful... Heheheh... Those pleas, that blood..."
Crack...
Hisho Utura pressed the pause button, seeing Soubi nearly curl into a ball, while his whole body convulced and shivered...
"I think... We should stop here..." The brown-haired psychologist uttered, prolonging the sentence in a tired voice and folding the folder he was writing in the meantime.
His companion felt like someone stabbed his heart over and over again, until it became a bloody mess... As if something vicious and mysterious dragged Soubi's life out, leaving only the feeling of agony that will soon dissapear... He'll dissapear...
Actually he wished nothing more... If his Ritsuka would fade completely...
"Excuse me." Soubi suddenly sputtered, when the prosecutor put the folder and the laptop in his handbag. Hisho Utura gave him a lazy glance, probably wishing to get out of the gloomy room as quickly as possible.
"Yes?"
"Can I see Ritsuka? Wh-where is he right now? I'm sure I... Would be able to bring his old self back. Atleast for a while."
"Ah... I actually doubt you could."
"Why is that?" Soubi spat out, as the latter continued to pack his things. However his pen shifted from the table falling with a small, annoying cling.
"He's being taken away right now..." The psychologist stated, slowly kneeling to search for his fallen ballpen.
"What did you say? Where?" Soubi jumped out of his chair with inraged eyes.
"Gomon-san's in charge of the transfer and..." Utura paused, seeing his patient march for the door." Hey wait!"
The yonger man was forced to stop in his tracks, when a firm arm clung to his wrist, keeping it steady.
"It's pointless. Aoyagi-san is already beyond gone, you won't get him back." Soubi listened, feeling his blood boil and cause him to grit his teeth." It's a waste of time. He's gone. You're wasting your time Agatsuma-san..."
"Shut up!" The blonde snapped, pushing the other male away with his elbow, only to have his previous hand twisted beyond his back. Soubi hissed, glaring at him.
"Let me go."
"I can't. Not until you've calmed down. Please Agatsuma-san think about what you're doing!..."
"Like hell!"
The psychologist responded backing away a little though, strenghtening his grip, Soubi groaned at the force.
"Agatsuma-san, it hurts I know it does." Hisho adjusted his feet, while nearly cracking Soubi's arm as the younger released a heart breaking scream.
"But you have to see for yourself. This will not go anywhere. If you want me to stop, then promise to not go after the Aoyagi, sit on the ground and keep your hands above your head. Then I'll release you."
The blonde exhaled sharply a couple of times glarring at Hisho, who moved closer to his face.
"Well? Why not act like civilized people? All. You have to do. Is. Stop struggling. That's all I'm asking."
There was no other way to escape... Soubi reassured himself, taking sight of his surroundings, the time was very precious as well. So he began quivering a spell as the last opportunity. In so Hisho had to let him go, startled by the immense energy he released, soon being blown away by a few steps by a great force comig from the other. Soubi didn't even peer back, or gave an ear to Hisho Utura shouting at him...
The blonde ran into the white corridor... Where could Ritauka be taken now? He had to find Ritsuka before it was to late to do anything. No matter if his lover's personality had changed thus the boy will never be the same... There must be something Soubi could do to help the situation. Anything to help the previous Ritsuka return...
Suddenly the man was made to pause in his tracks, when his eyes greeted a figure of Fujiwara Tokino, Moonless, standing in front of Ritsu's office. The boy slowly turned his head at Soubi, fixing a false smile, that quickly masked his anxiousness.
"Oh, Soubi-san, glad to see you're doing fine." He waved at the older man, who was catching his breath, pressing his aching side." So your session's finally over?"
"Where...is he?"
Tokino cocked an eyebrow, tilting his head to the side in so pissing Soubi off.
"Don't play dumb! Where is Ritsuka?"
"Okay, you don't need to yell at me." Tokino wasn't the one for lying, exception- an order from his master Mikado. Still it was doubtful if he could've said a believable,strong lie to even save her life...
"He's in Ritsu's office talking to Takehito-san and Mikado-sama." The boy pointed at the room, he was guarding. However stepped in front of it as soon as Soubi tried reaching for the handle.
"But I believe... It wouldn't be wise to disrupt them..."
"You won't take him anywhere!" Soubi snapped.
Tokino quickly evaded a punch coming his way, blocking the door, though did not expected the other to suddenly change tactics. Fujiwara was taken off guard, when the other caught his arm, swiftly pulling the boy to his side.
"What?" The younger male released a gasp as Soubi sent a thrust to Tokino's legs, making him stumble beneath the blonde. The teenager tried to get back on his feet though was too slow...
"Take him out..."
Those were the first words that were left lingering in the air as deafening silence crept in the headmaster's office.
Two guards took a handcuffed Ritsuka, leading him out of the door, Mikado following behind. Soubi could see a satisfied smile from her pink diyed lips, while she stood a few inches away.
It seemed that the time suddenly stopped as the blonde watched Ritsuka being ushered out the office, the boy's gaze looked sad, but empty, he didn't even noticed the blonde standing sideways with him...
"Soubi-san. I'm sorry." Takehito spoke up. But what meaning did it held, he did not stop them...
"Hold it! No, leave him alone!" Soubi suddenly reawoke, tugging to one of the guards arm's and tearing it away, however soon a third one showed up, pushing Soubi backwards and attempting to pin him down as well.
"Stop it!" Soubi screeched, reaching for his sacrifice as last attempt...
The boy gone out into the hallway, leaving the man quivering and broken.
"Soubi-san it's okay we're just transfering Ritsuka to a different facility, until we'll be done with the principal's case... "Takehito reassured the horrored blonde."We can't let Ritsuka-kun go. You see he's one of the main suspects, So until things clear up, he'll stay there so he wouldn't cause anymore... incidents."
"No..." Soubi shook his head, while being kneeled to the floor by a paralyzing spell, the officer used."No it can't be! Ritsuka's innocent, he's innocent! Let him go!"He kept screaming as the cold tears decorated the ground.
Nana who peered through the window, half sitting on the windowsill, turned to the guard slowly after.
"They left."She nodded."Thank you. You can release him now."
The guard lifted the spell from Soubi, allowing his leg muscles to function again. The blonde shot out the door without a minute to spare.
They left. No this could not be over. They will never take Ritsuka away...Nevertheless when Soubi ran out of the building he saw just the dust left behind by the van, that carried his lover away into the unknown, separating them and shattering his last shard of hope.
The blonde stared into the empty road, evantually beginning to run down it, not sure what he was trying to achieve. The voice, that kept calling behind him in the distance, did not reached his ear.
"Ritsuka... Ritsuka!" The blonde wailed, dragging his tired, worned out body further and further... Even if it was slow and painful, his heart could not admit defeat...
Though his physical strentgh gave up, as Soubi slumped to the soil sobbing and cursing his weak and ill body.
Someone reached for him then... Layed a smooth, silk hand on his shoulder, supporting him and slowly bringing him close, while whispering words of encouragment that Soubi did not bother to understand...
That person wasn't Ritsuka, that suddenly came back laughing
It wasn't his teacher, waking up from his infirmary bed and pulling him out of the dirt again the same way he saved him from suicide... It wasn't even his cheerful best friend Kio...
It was just Nagisa... Sick and psychologically scarred as was he...
It didn't help... It won't help... Nothing will help once Ritsuka's gone.