-Toritsukareru-
-Tou-
Saturday, April 27th
Ritsuka, a small, dark-haired twelve year old boy, whose bright violet eyes were ringed with dark, kohl-colored rings from lack of sleep, walked gracefully next to Soubi. Soubi was tall and slim, with a fair face, sharp cheekbones and sharper, azure blue and a straight nose that was framed with brilliant, long blond hair. He wore a long overcoat over a black turtleneck and black pants that flared slightly at the bottom and matching, slightly heeled ankle boots.
Ritsuka's features contrasted Soubi's, what with a gently upturned nose; soft, milky skin; startling eyes; and a sweet, heart-shaped, elfin face, but their outfits matched rather closely. Ritsuka wore a black, short-sleeved turtleneck and black shorts that fell slightly above the knee. His black socks went a little over his ankles and he also wore black shoes.
The two were an odd pair- one being about twenty, and a smoker, and the other a small twelve year old that barely reaches 155 centimeters that was more on the feminine side. As if to exaggerate the difference, the elder of the pair sucked on a cigarette while the other did the same on a lollipop as they walked down the street, so close their hands brushing every now and then.
The younger boy's ears and tail twitched slightly as he walked away from his house, very content with himself and his new butterscotch-flavored candy. As he swirled his tongue around the candy as his taller friend puffed a cloud of smoke from his cigarette, his lips parting a little to do so. Mauve eyes flicked to Soubi and Ritsuka called Soubi's name, taking the half-there lolly out of his mouth.
"Soubi… Why do you smoke…?" Soubi looked down at Ritsuka and held the cigarette between two fingers.
"Because… I guess I like the movement… the act of smoking…"
"But… isn't it gross? Bad for you, I mean?"
"Yes. It is bad for you, Ritsuka…" He put the cigarette back into his mouth and looked forward.
"Why do you do it then? Does it taste good? What's it like?"
"It's an addiction to nicotine. No… It's a habit. I can't stop." An addiction is like my addiction to you, Ritsuka. Why I can't- no, won't- 'quit' you. I can't- won't- leave you alone. Not for anything.
"Hmmm…" Replied Ritsuka thoughtfully. Soubi's eyes widened a little and he looked back down at his young Sacrifice, who had returned to his candy.
"But don't you everstart, Ritsuka. It's awful for your insides!"
"Yayoi says I 'might as well be smoking myself.'… Did you know that people die from second-hand smoke all the time?"
Soubi stopped on the street. Of course, he'd known about contact smoking, that was why he hated it when someone else smoked near him-but he'd forgotten. Ritsuka was a sharp boy, and would never smoke, but here he was, killing his own Sacrifice- his own master, Ritsuka- from the inside out.
Soubi dropped the half-smoked cigarette and stepped on it.
"Ritsuka… Promise me that you'll never smoke, please…? Just that one thing, Ritsuka… Please." He said, completely serious, staring at his Sacrifice.
"Of course! Why would I ever wanna smoke!?" Soubi inwardly breathed a silent sigh of relief and frowned. He had to quit his addiction. No. His habit. An addiction is something you won't stop for anything. And addiction was something-someone you'd do anything for.
An addiction was an infatuation- an obsession.
Soubi's addiction was Ritsuka.
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+Toritsukareru means to be obsessed with; to bewitch+
+Akki ni Toritsukareru means to be possessed (by a devil); to be infatuated+
+Tou means 'asking'; 'to ask; 'inquire'; 'discussing'; 'to care' +
+Tsukareru means 'to tire'+
Okay... I accidentally deleted this (^_^'') and had to re-post it (^_^''')
Anyways, I've written the fourth chapter, I just have to type it up. So it's time to get to work =d
::all stories are in hiatus, as my conditons have gotten worse. I apologize. I will be posting any stories I already have saved to my laptop, but I will not be typing anything new::