Chapter 4: Day 5 - Fake
"I swear I didn't mean for any of this to happen." Miomi took an involuntary step forward, hand outstretched.
"Miomi!" The fighter grabbed his sacrifice by the arm, trying to pull her back from the scene.
Soubi was crouched over Ritsuka, shirt ripped everywhere, glasses thrown to the ground, broken. He had his left hand curled around the back of Ritsuka's head, trying to keep it up, the other just hovering above the gash in his stomach. Ritsuka was biting his lower lip, no tears escaped yet, but he didn't dare open his mouth, for fear of screaming in pain.
"Soubi!" Miomi yelled. Soubi whipped his head around to glare at her.
She backtracked, "This wasn't meant to happen, I didn't- What should I do?!" Miomi screamed.
Soubi cast his eye's to the fighter.
"Miomi, leave them." The fighter pulled on her arm again.
"No! Ren, let me- I can-"
"What can you do?" Soubi asked, looking back at Ritsuka, watchung him bring his good arm over his torso.
"..." Miomi struggled against Rens pulling.
Soubi looked back at them, his eye's demanding.
"Nothing." Miomi's voice rasped
"Then leave." Soubi replied coldly, turning his head, forgetting her already.
"I'm sorry." Miomi whispered as she was dragged away.
The sky rumbled with thunder, a lightning clap was heard in the distance.
"Ah- Soubi! It hurts..." Ritsuka kept his good arm squeezed tightly around his gashed stomach.
"Shh, Ritsuka. I'm here so it's okay." As he said this, Soubi began unwrapping the bandages from his neck, ignoring the bright pool of blood, slowly covering the ground.
Like a parasite.
Soubi forced the jacket off Ritsuka, who howled in pain at the movement.
"Sou-bi." Ritsuka coughed, he felt his shirt tearing away.
"I'm sorry, I wont do that again." Soubi grimaced when he saw the gaping hole in his sacrifices stomach, Ritsuka's insides exposed to the cold night air. The smell of gore made Soubi's eye's water. A state of helplessness washed over his usually calm façade. But he couldn't show his weakness, that would make Ritsuka feel worse.
"I'm going to die." Ritsuka felt his eye lids get heavy.
"You're not going to die." Soubi promised, forcing Ritsuka's hand up to stuff his denim jacket into the oozing wound, then let Ritsuka hold it down.
"...Seimei..." Ritsuka closed his eye's.
"Ritsuka, keep your eye's open!" Soubi commanded his sacrifice.
"...It's hard." Blood coated saliva oozed from the corner of his mouth.
Soubi cursed himself for leaving their cell phones at home. They left together, unaware that they carried no phone.
Soubi had one idea, risky as it may seem...
-was is possible... was there such a thing as a healing spell? Spells are just words, after all. There's more inflicting powers than just pain. Soubi took Ritsuka's hand in his, and looked into his eye's.
"I'm going to recite a spell of healing. It will close your wound." Soubi didn't tell him that it had never been done before.
"Okay." Ritsuka coughed. A tear escaped Soubi, he bent over Ritsuka and set his forehead against Rituka's, closing his eye's and kissing him. He let his free hand trail over Ritsuka's cheek, neck, and chest, till landing on top of the hand holding Ritsuka's.
Soubi closed his eye's, inhaling deeply, letting his magical aura flow out, he began to chant.
"Oh flesh, given to us willingly, sow like a threaded needle; the gift is broken. Repair and mend."
Soubi's palm began emitting a white light onto Ritsuka's body.
Please...
Soubi heard Ritsuka inhale...
...And the breath catch in his throat.
Ritsuka's fingers no longer gripped Soubi's.
Soubi kept his head down, he felt tears pulling his eyes.
"Dammit!" Soubi screamed, voice breaking, he crushed Ritsuka's fingers in his fist.
"God!-" Soubi felt rain falling around him. "Don't do this to me..." Soubi heaved, opening his eye's, letting the tears come now. Another thunder clap was heard. Soubi carefully looked onto Ritsuka, it was a frightening scene. Ritsuka already appeared paler, his cheek bones looked too high, his eye's were already closed. Soubi felt scared.
He gingerly picked up Ritsuka, cradling him like a child.
...Where could he go? Not to Ritsuka's mother... Soubi wondered how she would feel, now two sons... Gone from her life. She always proclaimed Ritsuka to be dead...
So Soubi walked, a distorted frown ruining his features, not sure where he was going.