Plan C: Pink (Yes, PINK
So, I'm too cute? Ritsuka thought as he looked at his reflection in the mirror of the bathroom in his house. Soubi thinks my black and my dark look is cute? Ritsuka grabbed a lock of his black hair and eyed his black pants and dark blue t-shirt. I need to go shopping…
"Ritsuka!" Ritsuka shut his eyes while biting his lip, hoping his mother wouldn't be violent or insistent on having dinner tonight. "Ritsuka! Dinner!" Ritsuka brushed his hair quickly before grabbed his wallet and running down the stairs. "Ritsuka." The teen looked at his calm mother who had just exited the kitchen. "I made all your favorites. Let's eat."
"Actually, mom, I have something I need to do." Ritsuka said carefully while eyeing his mother cautiously to be able to protect himself if she got violent. His mother's face pinched up and she glared at her son. She ran back into the kitchen and Ritsuka knew that she was going to get something to throw at her son. Ritsuka left the house quickly before his mother could see where he had gone. Now, I should get shopping. Ritsuka thought.
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Ritsuka climbed the steps to Soubi's apartment with a large bag filled with clothes that Ritsuka had only dreamed about in nightmares. It wouldn't matter as long as he lost his ears. The teen unlocked the door and, to his relief, Soubi was still at the university he attended. He still had enough time to dye his hair.
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Soubi took a cigarette out of its pack. As Soubi put it in his mouth, getting ready to light it, he sighed; it was his last one. After lighting up, Soubi rubbed the bridge of his nose a he walked up the steps to his apartment. Kio had been nonstop talk all day as they worked on a project; both had joined a graduate art program, the same one too, it drove Soubi up the wall sometimes. All day Soubi thought about Ritsuka and why he was insistent on losing his ears. This only had caused Kio to talk more than usual.
Soubi mindlessly unlocked his apartment and dragged himself in, only planning to put his stuff down and then see Ritsuka. There was no need for that, as Soubi walked in and saw Ritsuka. Ritsuka was—different, very, very, very different, to be put simply. The fifteen year old lay sprawled out on Soubi's bed looking bored. The teen wore a pink T-shirt that read, 'Real men wear pink,' because what other pink shirts would you find in the young men's section, and light sky blue jeans that hugged to Ritsuka's petite frame. Ritsuka had also dyed his hair hot pink.
"Soubi, you're home." Ritsuka said, looking lustfully yet somehow innocent at Soubi. Seeing Soubi's petrified gaze at what he was wearing. "What you don't like it?" Ritsuka asked.
No—no. I just—" Soubi stopped and tried to think of a better way to say what he wanted to get across without hurting his sacrifice's feelings. "I just think you don't look good in pink." He said slowly, hoping it was a safe answer.
"Why?"
"Um—" Soubi was not prepared for a 'why?' "Well, um— pink is a girl color—"
"So, you'd like it better if I was a girl in pink?"
"What—" Soubi stopped and looked around. Soubi went to a window and looked out. He saw two people standing outside. "Ritsuka—"
"Battle?" Ritsuka questioned and Soubi responded with a nod.
"We will get back to this, ok, Ritsuka?" Ritsuka merely nodded and then walked out of the apartment with Soubi behind him.
Plan C: …Fail?
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A/N I think this is sort of a dull chapter, but whatever. Starting to get out of character. Um…yeah. I think you can tell what Plan D with be. X)
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