Soubi couldnt take it, he moved forward with a phantom grace and he embraced the child that he was so fond of before there could be any protest "I...am sorry. But if you worry about
me. Than you should call." he could have apologized and made Ritsuka feel like he would not do it again, but instead he had decided to speak the truth and take the consequence of doing so
"And if you dont like it...Punish me." These were also familiar words for the other in the room to hear but again that did not mean that he would simply let the man get away with it.
Ritsuka pulled himself from the college students firm embrace and stumbled backwards, leaning against the door and grimacing as he heard his name whispered through sobs on the
other side...no. Not his name...the real ritsuka's name. That was who his mother really wanted. "I did call." he said in a defeated voice, it was obvious that he would never make Soubi understand
how he felt or how angry he really was beneath all of the hesitation he was regretfully showing. He wanted nothing more than to go back to his work...or maybe just go to sleep forever. But when
Soubi had that look in his eyes, the child knew that it was almost impossible to tell him no...so he stepped forward with his head hung low and murmured "But ill go anyway." His curfew...his
mother...his school work. They could all wait one more night.
The blonde had let the towel he had been holding fall to the floor now, and he moved forward with care, taking the childs small hand in his own "Well then. We will have to get by your
mother...that is unless you would like to take my normal route out of your room." He saw the boys hesitation and his glance over to the window, and without being told the older male knew his
answer "Lets go." he said simply and made a move to open the door that seperated the two of them from his mother. He received no protest from the boy and so he did open the door, his
mother was a form that took a moment for eyes to adjust to. She was crouched at the door, her face buried in her arms and the phone of the house hold was lying beside her. When the door
opened, Ritsuka had hidden behind Soubi, clenching his hand tightly and trying not to look at his mother. But as she looked up to the male intruder she did not try to hide her own gaze at what
all she could see of the child "Who are you? did...did that imposter let you in my house?" she asked in a voice that cracked and sounded hoarse with angered tears. Soubi did not answer her,
he simply stepped over her and attempted to make his way towards the front door with Ritsuka in close pursuit. When Misaki had caught on to the movement she began to rise from the floor,
"You...your taking my ritsuka? who...are you?" slowly as she spoke her words became more frantic and it was obvious that she was a disturbed and breaking soul. The college student had
reached the door without any unwanted intermissions and if he did not want to appear so intimidating he might have sighed with relief, although as he reached for the door he heard the soft scrap
of a heavy vase being pulled off of a wooden surface. He turned, anticipating the object flying at them just quick enough to bring an arm in front of the small child who stood petrified, and guard
him from the shattering porcelain. Misaki had a murderous look in her eyes as they darted around the room in search for another object to throw at the young one, she reached for a portrait on
the wall and as her arm rose it was caught by a far stronger grip than her own. While she had searched the room with her eyes, Soubi had moved in and grabbed the arm that threatened to
attack them again, he did not bother trying to be kind with her and threw her against the wall by her wrist, glaring coldly into her eyes and saying in his calm voice "I am taking Ritsuka
out...possibly for good if you do not compose yourself." and eerie smile passed over his face as he let her go and she sunk to the floor yet again, tears of fear and shock bleeding from her eyes
without her showing any sign of knowing. The man took this as his cue and he gently nudged the small child who had walked up next to him towards the door, he held it open and they both
thankfully left that dreaded house.