Ritsuka

I wonder what Soubi is doing today? I thought to myself as I lay in bed. Should I text him? I sat in bed for a long time just trying to think about anything but Soubi, but I couldn't, I just couldn't stop thinking about last night. I had come home from therapy and my mother was more violent and hysterical than ever before…

"Are you back Ritsuka? Are you back home?" my mother stood in the kitchen, cutting the celery for a stew. She knew I wasn't. I don't think she can accept that the real Ritsuka might never return. "He's not, is he?" she still had this soul shattering look on her face. "God dammit!" and with that she shoved the whole pot of stew on to the ground.

"Why can't I be enough for you?" I asked, then immediately regretted saying. I closed my eyes looked down and awaited the pain. Why did I say that? It was safe to assume that my father wasn't home since

"You are not my fucking son. I hate that you have his face, his body. I will never accept you. For all I care you can crawl into some dumpster in the street and wait to die. " She looked up at me. She had tears pouring down her face. "Come over here." she said in a demanding tone. I shook my head. "I said get the fuck over here." She set the knife on the still-lit stove and tugged on my arm. When I resisted she slapped my face. I whimpered for only a second, and then submitted thinking it easier than to resist any further.

"Please don't" I began to tear up as she reached for the red hot knife.

"I'm going to make you hurt like I hurt." She pulled up my hair and began to burn as well as cut in to my skin. I could feel the skin blister up and the blood trickled down my forehead and into my eyes the pain hurt so much worse than anything I had ever felt. It was as if I had a sunburn on my skull.

Suddenly the pain ceased and my I heard the voice of my guardian angel. "Stop it! He's YOUR SON!" I collapsed to the ground and began to cry I'm not her son. Ritsuka is dead and gone. Who would do this to her son?

"Who the fuck are you? How the hell did you get in MY goddam house?" I could hear my mother, but I couldn't see a thing. I lost a lot of blood. I kept coming in and out. Somewhere in between passed out and too scared to rest.

"Calm down can't you see your hurting…"

"…damn kid….Name.."

"..friend of Ritsuka…leave the house…"

"Just get him the fuck out…"

I awoke later in a motel room, coddling Soubi. I wanted to ask what we were doing here, but I already knew. I had been kicked out of my home. I just wanted to lay with him, getting as close as I could. I wrapped my tail around his wrist. My head still burned I could feel a scar in the shape of an L. What was she going to say? Liar? No she didn't know it but I could feel it in my soul. It was my true name. I am loveless.

"Are you awake my love?" Soubi said. His voice was so soft not like my mother's had been. I shuttered and cuddled closer too him.

"Soubi, what, what happened?" I looked up to see his gorgeous face. He had his glasses off and his hair was a mess. How could he look so tired and so perfect at the same time?

"Your mother hurt you, and I heard you screaming from upstairs. I was gonna surprise you with some flowers." he pointed to a corner of the room and I saw the crushed flowers along with a picture of me and him. It was from the first day we met, he knew it was my favorite picture. "Anyways, I saw your mother torturing you with that knife I ran up, and grabbed her hand. I pulled her to the ground then she tried to stab me… I was able to calm her down and she wanted you to leave so I brought you here."

I felt so terrible. I caused Soubi pain, I almost got him stabbed. I apologized to him and all he said was "Ritsuka, I love you." After all I had done to him he still loved me, I was finally ready to say it back. He's the only one I trust, the only one that won't hurt me.

I reached up to kiss him, "I love you too." He looked at me shocked, but he also he looked extremely satisfied. I kissed his succulent lips again I could feel his tongue caressing mine in his mouth, and our saliva churning. He kissed my cheek, then my neck takeing small nibbles on the lobe of my ear just a bit. Suddenly, I tugged on his shirt almost groping his chest searching for the buttons on his dress shirt, that i had ruined with the blood from my I finally found the buttons he grabbed my hands gently, but just enough to stop me "Are you sure you want this?"

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