Ritsuka

After the night I learned that there was a whole other pole to my personality (being bipolar bodes well with me, thank you) I learned a lot of other things [granted in lieu of an actual life or actually going to school (school can't teach you the crap that I was taught in those days, well, not normal schools anyway)….

Let me try that again: I the days following the night I met Soubi and the other pole of my personality, I skipped school and went with Soubi so that he could teach me completely relevant things that my school could not i.e. that he and I were bound by the same name (Loveless, apparently), that with said name and all the words we (he) knew we were all magical and kick ass and we could fight other pairs with the same name with them. Something I found especially interesting though was that I, sweet, innocent, small me, was supposed to take all the damage if he ('he' being Soubi, cradle robbing Soubi) couldn't block. But that wasn't the interesting part, no the interesting thing was that when he couldn't protect me (the neglectful bastard) I would be bound BDSM style, all leather and chains.

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Yeah….

Anyways, taking the other shift, to get me completely up to speed, was the voice in my head, my other pole, Inner Ritsuka. He taught me things after I got home and after mom glomped me sobbing "Ritsuka, my Ritsuka!" hysterically. He taught me about park bench kisses and being reeled in by my chain and then being kissed (cause I was such a bad, bad boy) and me kissing him (Soubi the Cradle Robber), then he told me about rendezvous codes and nerd games called Wisdom. And after all that he went on and on and on about a bad, evil, ghastly, horrific, appalling, awful, terrible, dreadful, evilbad Organization commonly known as Septimal Moon, Seven Moons, or Band of Seven (Minus One) Idiots that I should totally hate because they were a bunch of terrorists who sucked hairy balls (Inner Ritsuka didn't say it quite like that but that's the gist I ended up getting).

But after all that was out of the way and Mom had glomped me several thousand more times he told me what had happened during my two-year blackout/internal coma/bipolar episode.

Looooong story short: I was seeing a therapist on Wednesdays.

Yeah….

Anyways, I started going back to school and I met the girl Inner Ritsuka had warned me about, Yuiko. If I were to sum this girl up in a phrase it would be this: pink hair. Now to grasp the force of this couple of words you also must grasp that having pink hair is like taking several stereotypical blonds and concentrating them into into thick, thick syrup. That is to say, Hawatari Yuiko is very, very, very ditzy and talkative and naïve….

Moving right along, I also met Shinonome-sensei. She confirmed my suspicions: Soubi is indeed a jerk-face cradle robber. I joke, but she did ask me about him and gave me a long-suffering/appalled look when I said he was the same jerk-face cradle robber he's always been. Really, I got the impression that she liked him or something; he was a very touchy subject.

All day Inner Ritsuka had given me tips on what to say to people and reminding me of names and giving me answers to questions. Soubi was waiting at the gate when Yuiko, a moony, lovesick, asthmatic girly-boy named Yayoi and I came out. Well, Yayoi was being moony and lovesick and slightly raspy (asthmatic?) over Yuiko, who was trying to politely redirect his longing (panicking and pointing to other girls—and boys) when Soubi did his stalker thing and suddenly appeared behind me and wrapped possessive arms around me. (Let me take a moment to point out the obvious: he is huge and I felt like a rag doll, he could snap me in half if he had a mind to.)

We split, to Yuiko's dismay; Soubi and I went one way and Yayoi and Yuiko went the other.

When we got the his apartment there were two girls about my age and a guy his, on the bed. The girls looked like they were ready to start a make-out session the likes of which the world had never seen in actual life and the guy looked ready to watch, or maybe he was giving them tips using his lollipop… who knew, he was attacking that lollipop though.

The girls, who were actually just androgynous boys, were Natsuo and Yoji and the older dude was Kio. I hadn't seen them before because they were all usually having a threesome at Kio's place. I liked Natsuo but Yoji seemed like the spoiled-princess type who, on good days, just bitched at everybody. And it was a good day so he ended up bitching.

I told Soubi about my other pole that night and let him know that thatwas the me he had come to love to kiss in the not entirely platonic way that made Inner Ritsuka light headed. Soubi took this little tid-bit remarkably in stride, I only had to answer "What?" twice. Yoji, Natsuo and Kio heard too but didn't seem to care; they had known me then about as much as I know them now. I also demonstrated the phase in/phase out thing that Inner Ritsuka and I had been working on. He could take over my, our, body and I could fade into the peripheral. I learned that Soubi was the one who had given me the phone with the gay butterfly on it. I also learned that he had a thing (masochistic fetish?) for butterflies since his Sensei, with whom he was in hate and secretly intended to suffocate in his sleep, had liked them.

There was palpable sexual tension in a room full of guys, which worried me but it was all good. Life was easy. But all good things come to an end eventually.

Passing time...like three months? Spot my errors. Or... a beta?