Some mornings, Ritsuka wakes up early to see the sun rise. His feet lead him to the balcony, cold against the dew-strewn underfoot as he rests his hands on the railing. The sun emerges from its nightly rounds, wearing a suit of white and orange that blinds his eyes. The light has such a Godly aura that the clouds part and the water fights to claim a glimpse of its reflection.
Truly, this is something marvelous.
I wish you could see it, Seimei. Ritsuka imagines that if he stares long enough, that if he burns the picture of this into his memory, then somehow his brother will see it too. Just maybe, Seimei was watching with him right now. Ritsuka closes his eyes and welcomes the sensation of utter peace.
Streets away Soubi's eyes are locked on the same sun, a smile set on his features and cigarette to his lips.
I wish you could see it, Ritsuka.