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He is my Knight, and I am his Prince

.::Chapter Eight::.

Silence. The whole house was enveloped in silence. Ritsuka's mother stared at him in shock. At first disbelief colored her tone, but after she stared into his eyes and saw that he was not lying at all she couldn't say anything. She trembled and grabbed on the covers on Ritsuka's bed for support. She was shocked; she didn't know how to react. Ritsuka would never ever kill his sister for anything. He loved her more then anything, and she knew that. But he would never lie about anything so horrible. She fought with her reasoning until she finally thought of something to say.

"Are you serious?"

Ritsuka grabbed her shoulders, still trying not to cry. She doesn't believe me…

"But, Mom, listen! I didn't mean to, I swear! She…" Ritsuka yelled.

"She what? She wanted you to kill her, is that what you are going to say to me?" His mother said incredulously.

Ritsuka immediately stopped talking. She won't believe me…She doesn't believe me and she won't believe me… He started trembling and his tears broke through.

"Mom, please believe me!" He cried. His tears felt warm against his cheek, and he trembled so much that he gave up trying to coordinate himself and let her go.

"Ritsuka, if you are going to say that to me, then there is something terribly wrong with you," She said, her tone on the verge of tears, "Why would you think I would believe such a thing!"

Ritsuka stopped sobbing, stopped trembling. He looked up at her, his wet eyes hateful and distrustful. I knew I should have never told her…

"Why mom..?"

She looked up at him.

"Why don't you even listen to me?"

"Because…" Ritsuka's mother cried, "How could such a thing happen? You..you must be lying to me!" Ritsuka cringed. How could she believe such a thing…?

"Mom..you knew me more then anyone…but I guess not anymore…" Ritsuka started, "How could you believe I did this on purpose?" Ritsuka had to try not to raise his voice, but he wanted to.

Ritsuka's mother took sometime to coordinate herself and looked at him. "Ritsuka, it's not that I believe you did it on purpose it's just…"

"Just what?" Ritsuka asked, his tone softening.

"Ukita loved her life. She would never want to take it," His mother continued.

"But how did you know I was going to say that," Ritsuka asked. He eyed her suspiciously.

His mother lowered her eyes. She hiccupped, trying not to cry again.

"I don't want to talk about this anymore."

Ritsuka looked at her, surprised. What?

She immediately got up and headed towards the door. "The thing is, I don't believe you and you are obviously a murderer."

A pain shot through Ritsuka's body as he looked up at her. She was no longer a mother to him now, only a witch. How could she…Why would she...?

When she finally left, Ritsuka lowered his head to his pillow and stared at the door. Even though she wasn't there, her presence in the room made him feel sick to his stomach.

How could she do this to me? I didn't mean to kill Ukita..I really really didn't mean to…really… After a while unconsciousness claimed his numb body even though he wanted to stay awake that night.

…I want to die now…

Ritsuka woke up that morning to the sound of his bedroom door opening. His personal servant walked into the room and left his breakfast on the table next to him. She immediately walked out. Mom probably told them…He lowered his eyes. No, not mom. She isn't my mom. Not anymore… He eyed the breakfast carefully. He silently got off his bed and got dressed. Before leaving the room, he looked at the breakfast tray nestled quietly on his bedroom table. He glared at it and walked out of his room. ..I'm not eating that garbage…not anymore…

He silently walked down the steps when he finally realized that a male was in his house. It wasn't that he saw the male, but he heard him, and his voice sounded a lot like a certain male he didn't want to talk to. Panic shot through his body as he ran back up the stairs. He did not want to face him.

When he got to his room, the tray of food was gone which was a clear sign someone was in his room. …probably a servant…He immediately closed and locked the door behind him. …I'm too paranoid but.. He put a chair up against the door. …just incase he's really strong… He added a textbook to it. …he won't get pass this…Ritsuka turned to look at his handiwork. It wasn't much but it would keep Soubi away from him.

He turned around and lyed on his bed like nothing happened. As long as all that stuff is there, he can't get to me. Then he noticed he was lying on something that was crumpling underneath him. He sat up and picked up the paper. It was an invitation to a ball that was going to take place at his home tomorrow. There was a list of guests on it but there was only one that he noticed the most. Imprinted in his mind in bold was Soubi's. His heart thudded in his ears as he stared at the paper. His hands unnoticeably started to sweat. My mom is obviously doing this on purpose…that witch…

Ritsuka now realized that there was no getting away from seeing Soubi and his heart screamed in pain and anger and he roughly fell on the bed.

Why Soubi? Why do you keep coming back? Why did Ukita have to die? …And why does my mom hate me?

Tears easily filled up in his eyes, and it was hard to see, but he didn't care. Of course she hates me… Everyone does these days…But…

Ritsuka turned to face the ceiling. He didn't care if he cried freely now. He felt them slide down his face, leaving a wet trail behind.

…Do you hate me now Ukita?

…Because I know God does…

That morning as the sun shone through his bedroom window, Ritsuka was awake bright and early. He couldn't sleep because the thought of Soubi being here and the fact that Ritsuka had to see him made him antsy. He picked out an outfit fit for a prince to wear to the party. In fact, the party was originally made to celebrate the soon to be marriage of Ukita and Soubi but now it was just a for the fun of it party.

Ritsuka grimaced at his image in the mirror. There were slight rings under his eyes from the constant sleepless nights and he was paler then usual. He stared at his image disapprovingly and changed into decent clothes. He knew he had to face his mother again as well which made the matter worse this morning. He sighed and started to the door. After all, breakfast time was still there.

Author's note: I hope you liked this chappie! Poor Ritsuka. No, God doesn't hate you Ritsuka. Well I do expect you to REVIEW! SO PLEASE PLEASE REVIEW NOW! And thanks for following the story. I will update soon, I promise.