Part two of We'll make Somthing out of Nothing.

:D Look out for Chapter 3, where the REAL conflict begins.

DISCLAIMER : I don't own Loveless. It belongs to Yun Kouga. If it was mine... yeah. You know what I mean.

*~*Mist*~*

Trudging slowly in the snow, a blonde figure made its way through town. He occasionally looked up at the graying sky. A snow storm was sure to come. Soubi shrugged it off with a simple smirk. Nothing was bad anymore. Nothing was bad since he had found his new and forever-kept Sacrifice. …, Okay, maybe he was taking his optimism too far. There were still some chinks in his wall of perfection. Ritsuka's mother, for example…

Soubi shook his head at the bitter thoughts. He didn't want to get into that mentality when he was going to visit Ritsuka. Nothing good came from it, he'd learned. Those thoughts where the ones that got him sent home right before hitting a base with the little raven-haired boy. Again, Soubi shrugged it off and continued to walk, picking his pace up. As soon as he reached the Aoyagi household, he took notice of Ritsuka's window. It was shut and locked it seemed. He raised an eyebrow and flipped his hand out of his pocket, checking his watch. Had Ritsuka forgotten his visit today? Impossible, they'd been following this routine of visits for months now! Something was wrong. Very wrong.

The blonde trotted silently to the side of the house and looked around with narrowed eyes. The liquid sapphire orbs narrowed into slits as his gaze came upon a small body in the back yard. As he ran up to it, his suspicions where heavily proved. It was Ritsuka. His little chest rose with difficulty, only to release a small, shuddery, broken breath. Cuts and bruises adorned his face and arms. This had been Misaki's doing, no doubt – the worst, by far.

"Ritsuka! Ritsuka!" He screamed, immediately removing his heavy purple jacket. Soubi picked up the little boy's frame and pressed it against his chest. The violet-eyed Sacrifice was frigid against his own skin – pale beyond belief. The blonde saw a small twitch at Ritsuka's features, as though he tried to make an expression, but nothing happened. Soubi pressed his lips against his check and grimaced at the temperature. It was ice against his lips. The blonde jumped to his feet, wrapping his coat around the boy and began a steady run to his house.

In his run, he felt the little boy stir weakly. "Stop. Please." He would mumble softly in a hoarse voice that made Soubi cringe. "Ritsuka, please stay with me. Don't leave." Soubi pleaded. His blue eyes turned aqueous but, after years of practice, he held his sob back and continued his steady pace as the tears to ice.

As he ran, the blonde looked up at the firmament above. The storm was approaching with a haunting menace, but he didn't care. He was THE Loveless fighter unit. He could brave the worst blizzard if he had to. Protect the Sacrifice… Ritsu's words rung in his head and stung with an aged agony, but for once they were not cast aside. Soubi sneered internally. He would protect the Sacrifice. His Sacrifice. His Ritsuka. The Fighter's grip on the fail body intensified, but just enough to ensure its safety. Quickly, the eyes that were once compared to glowing sapphire gems had now to be compared with a blue liquid stream. The true meaning of anguish crept sadistically behind them, but this was not Soubi's breaking point.

The man ran up the stairs to his apartment and rammed the door open with his shoulder, only to find two younger boys sitting on the couch, obviously interrupted from their conversation. "Whoa, what's the rush, Soubi?" inquired Youji. Natsuo jumped to his feet, one of his crimson ears tilting downwards. "You seem shaken up." His gaze came upon the little bundle in Soubi's arms. "Is that Ritsuka?" The Zero pair walked over to the blonde as he set the little raven's body down on the bed. Soubi never really did answer their questions. Youji peered over Soubi's shoulder as the elder worked fervently on the boy's tiny frame. "Well, what happened to him?"

Again, the blonde tuned the boys out and furrowed his eyebrows as he noticed a large number of wounds that he had missed before. He wouldn't be able to fix this on his own. As bad as things looked, Ritsuka might had already had internal bleeding. Just as his spirits fell below rock bottom, a small mumble came from the little raven's pale lips.

"S-Soubi?" Ritsuka mumbled softly. "Ritsuka! Ritsuka, you're all right!" His joy was short-lived as he explained to him what had happened, and how he would have to be taken to the hospital, and was answered by a meek, yet loving, "You look like an angel, Soubi."