Author's Note: This fanfic is dedicated to my bestfriends who might read this. I'll be waiting for your reviews.
Soubi shrugged out of his winter coat and sat beside the bed. Setting his coat beside him, he asked, "Is that an order?"
"I don't care," he heard Ritsuka hissed. Soubi looked sideways to his sacrifice' back and sighed. He brought up the sake bottle and opened it. The bottle was only half full. He had been drinking before he finally decided to pay a visit with Ritsuka. He was just about to drink straight from the bottle when his sacrifice spoke again.
"You killed them."
It wasn't a question. It was a statement made with strong conviction.
The fighter stilled, his body tensed as he waited for the boy's outburst. He willed himself to drink and he did, gulping. The bit dry taste of Honjozo(1) passed through his tongue and towards his throat warming him(2). He already felt a bit drunk. He needed it.
"Why do they have to be dragged into this?!" Ritsuka suddenly stood up and faced Soubi, hands fisted. "They don't have anything to do with him! Or this spell battle thing! They know nothing! Why must you kill them?! It's his order, isn't it?!"
Ritsuka approached Soubi and dropped down, kneeling before him. His eyes welling up with tears, fists clenched tightly on his side, he stared at the face of the man he both love and hate.
"He's alive, isn't he? Seimei's alive, isn't he?"
Soubi closed his eyes and didn't reply. He cannot bear to look at Ritsuka.
"He also ordered you to kill me, right?" Ritsuka's voice was filled with pain then switched back to anger, "Are you going to do it?! When?! Why don't you do it now?! Come on! Do…"
"No!" The sharpness on Soubi's voice cut through Ritsuka's outburst. The boy staring at him with widened eyes. Soubi had never used that kind of voice to him. As if realizing it, Soubi's expression softened as a ghost of a smile flickered on his face.
"No, I won't kill you, Ritsuka"
Ritsuka's eyes narrowed as he glared suspiciously at Soubi's face, trying to find any hints. He did not know what to believe anymore. How many times had Soubi lied to him? Did he dare to believe a man who tells more lies than truth?
Pondering this, Ritsuka decided that he really didn't have choice. Soubi had become the most important person to him. But to put his life on Soubi's hands was it worth it?
Thinking made Ritsuka's head ache, that on one moment, he decided to gamble. He went limp and he let himself be enclosed at Soubi's embrace. Soubi's body felt warm and comforting.
"It hurts, you know," Ritsuka murmured later at Soubi's chest, hearing the other's heartbeat. Ritsuka felt the man moved and he pulled away to look at Soubi. The fighter had brought up the bottle of sake between them and offered it to the boy. "They say that getting drunk is the solution to any pain."
Ritsuka eyed the bottle warily before he took it from Soubi. He lifted it to his mouth and drank. As soon as the unfamiliar taste of sake passed his tongue and hit his throat, his face scrunched up, he choked and started coughing. Soubi got hold of the bottle before it fell from the boy's loosen grasp and chuckled. This was going to be a long night.
(1) a kind of sake which I have researched on the net but I don't have any idea what it tastes like.
(2) I don't have sufficient knowledge to describe the taste of a sake because I haven't tasted it
Author's Rants: I haven't written the last part yet, because I'm having problems on the motivation part. I need reviews to inspire me!!!