Seimei was not happy. Not at all. How dare the little spare replace Seimei? He didn't understand. Soubi was supposed to be his and only his. He'd marked Soubi as his. Had made him strong; the best. Had made them Beloved. If Soubi thought he could just walk away… The thought that Soubi chose Ritsuka over him, that he chose anyone over Seimei rankled, cut through him leaving an even colder smile on his pale face.
"Seimei?"
Seimei looked to the voice. Nisei was staring at him. Oh, yes. They had a job to do. He flicked his fingers casually into the distance. "Go, then."
Nisei shuddered at that voice; so cold, so unforgiving. Soubi wouldn't know what had hit him. He often wondered if he could attack that little runt, what was his name? Oh, yes. Ritsuka. Such an ugly name, nothing like Seimei. Beloved. But, he hesitated, could he fight someone who looked so uncannily like his master? Nisei didn't want to be a spare's substitute any longer. He hated being compared to Soubi. He was Seimei's true fighter and no one else. Seimei belonged to him as completely as he was Seimei's.
He felt Seimei's eyes on him; binding him in place. Then he felt the pressure lift; Seimei was once more looking up at the stars, and he was able to move. One day, Seimei would be unable to look away.
He would be so proud of Nisei that he wouldn't want to. If Soubi was gone, then there'd be nothing to stop them from being Beloved as was their birthright. Seimei might have chosen Soubi, true, but the ingrate had idiotically chosen Ritsuka. Nisei would not make such a mistake, never.
He bowed his head once and turned away into the night. Beloved they had been before Soubi showed up, and Beloved they would be again.
~Fin
