Mist, Act 4
"Soubi, come to bed." Ritsuka was ready to beg, anything to get his fighter back on track, back to normal.
Soubi pulled on clothes and drifted toward the couch. A dull aura surrounded him, making the air around him sad and tired.
"No!" Ritsuka's voice was demanding. "Bed. B-E-D. Yours!"
Soubi looked confused.
"Soubi!"
'A beautiful sound, a beautiful voice...' But whenever Soubi thought of it, he thought of how it sounded when Ritsuka was calling out in pain.
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"Ahhhhgh! Sou-… Sou-… SOUBI!"
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Pain. Soubi stood in the middle of his apartment confused, hurt.
Ritsuka was tired of yelling for the man's attention. He was tired of watching him stare so blankly in such depression.
"Soubi..." A weary, sad voice caught Soubi's fleeting attention. "Soubi..." Sad. Soubi lifted his gaze out of his foggy mind, reluctantly looking over at Ritsuka. Torso, maimed; shoulders, weak, graceful; neck, strong; Face, beautiful; eyes… Soubi looked him in the eyes. Ritsuka's eyes lit up, it was a small advancement in Soubi's attitude. 'Maybe he just needs time.' Ritsuka thought, unaware that his voice smothered in sadness and worry, was what had caused Soubi to search his eyes.
"Ritsuka. Ritsuka. Let me apologize. I don't want to be forgiven. I just want-" But Soubi's words were interrupted.
"I only want you." Ritsuka's words were unusually passionate, "Soubi I don't care about some stupid cuts. You tried the best you. I know you want to protect me, I know you can. Soubi, I want you to stay by my side no matter how many cuts and bruises I have on me, no matter what you did or didn't do to cause them. And I don't want your apologies for it! Once is more than enough. I know you're sorry without you saying it, don't I!" Ritsuka was starting to blush, his cheeks reddening from his proclamation but also the effort of staying in the uncomfortable position he had propped himself up in. Ritsuka felt like he was just realizing the truth of the words he said as they tumbled out of his mouth.
The words pervaded Soubi, he wanted them, the truth. So sweet, Ritsuka wants him. "Thank you Ritsuka." He knew the boy probably had no clue about the impact that his words had on Soubi. Soubi's mood started to slowly lift. It pleased Ritsuka to see the depression waft away, to see Soubi filling in the emptiness.
He moved around repositioning himself comfortably in the bed. Half of a large sheet was pulled up high and held by his finger's grip, half of the sheet. The other side lay open, inviting.
"Soubi." Ritsuka called, as he was starting to drift off to sleep. "Hold me…" His eyes shut. Stress and relief pulling them closed.
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I only want you.
I want you to stay by my side
Hold me…
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Sweet words, they echoed in his mind. 'Ritsuka wants me there, it's okay, I can hold him now.' Soubi's thoughts reinforced all that he had been told. An innocent boy that was so mature but still very childish, a cute stubborn boy... that he loved, that he could hold.
Soubi climbed into the bed as carefully as he could. He gingerly draped one arm over the boy and one behind his head. As close as he could come to holding him while he was in this state. He wanted to hug Ritsuka tight and hold him safely in his arms, but he couldn't and that was a reminder of what he had caused no matter how much it didn't bother Ritsuka.
Sleep was not forthcoming for Soubi. Ritsuka's words may have put him more at ease. But the looming danger was unnerving. He had failed last time but that would never happen again. 'I will protect Ritsuka, at all costs.'
Soubi stared at the moonlit figure of his Sacrifice for hours. Ritsuka, his love. What would come to harm him next? Why would anyone want to harm such a cute innocent boy?
When at last Soubi succumbed to sleep, he had thought he would wake to the sight of Ritsuka's adorable face, but he could not have been more wrong.
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A/n: Short, but I wanted the scary cliff hanger~
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*Edited 10/4/11- Grammar
*Edited 2/25/12- Writing