He was surrounded by thousands of mirrors. Everywhere where he looked he saw his reflection, but there were not two asame. The boy tryed to find a way to escape. He couldn't. Then he saw one of the reflections laughing, above it's head was a name written... Ritsuka. The reflected boy seemed so vivid.
"You are not the real Ritsuka. I am Ritsuka." the reflection said with a mean voice.
Ritsuka woke up on a coach. 'Just a dream...' he thought while looking around. He was in a small living room, there were also an armchair and a small coffee table. Behind him the wall was full of books and somewhat in a corner he saw a mirror which made him startle.
Anyway he looked into the mirror, seeing that the reflection is normal he calmed down. Then, Ritsuka observed that he was patched up and he was not wearing his dirty clothes. These was not his clothes, these were too big and large. 'Where am I?' he had asked himself when he heard footsteps. He tryed to remember why he was here... he could recall the memory of the blonde stranger... No, he was not a stranger... His name was Soubi.
"Good morning, Ritsuka. How are you?" a voice asked behind him.
The boy turned so he could see Soubi with a heavy bag in his hand. He did not speak, trying to remember why he was here and where his master was.
"I got some supplies, I thought that you need some new clothes." Soubi said then he took two pairs of jeans and four t-shirts from the bag.
Why? Ritsuka was confused. Then he remembered, his master did not want to see him again because he was not her Ritsuka, but Soubi said he was his. It was still a blank space in his memories.
"Where is my master?" he asked shyly.
Soubi chose to ignore his question. "I'll make breakfast." he said with a calm voice before disappearing from the room.
For minutes, Ritsuka did not know what to do. Anyway he felt more safe and confortable than he normally would, so finally he changed his clothes and then he went to the kitchen which was easyly to find.
"Take a seat." Soubi said without turning around. He was in front of the cupboard searching for plates. "Do you like fryed eggs?"
Ritsuka sat down. 'What should I say? Does Ritsuka like eggs?' he asked himself for a moment. "I... I think... I do." he said, waiting for his reaction to find out if Ritsuka liked eggs.
Soubi put a plate with eggs and bacon in front of him. The blonde man smiled, so Ritsuka thought he did well.
"Thank you... master Soubi." he said.
"I am not your master." Soubi corrected him. "We are friends." he smiled hoping that the boy would relax.
"Friends..." he repeated. The word sounded strange... or maybe just diferent. He heard about friends before... but he did not remember to have or be one. He looked up at the gentle man, he remembered him saying he was his Ritsuka. 'Who am I?' he asked himself.
"Try to eat something, you should be hungry." Soubi said waking him up from his thoughts.
Ritsuka started eating, food was delicious. He couldn't believe his ears that he didn't heard questions about breakfast, about what her Ritsuka would like.
After breakfast, Soubi started washing the dishes.
"Let me do this." Ritsuka said trying to help him, but Soubi did not let him touch the water. "What should I do?" the boy asked confused.
"What do you like to do?" Soubi asked.
Ritsuka did not answer. He had always thought that it was not important what he like to do and what he don't as long as he had to do something, but then... he didn't really know what he liked.
Soubi saw his confuseness and decided to help. "I use to paint."
"Painting..." Ritsuka remembered some peintures: an old tree, a dog with a bone, some flowers. Maybe he painted when he was a child.
Two hours later, they were painting in Soubi's room. Ritsuka tryed his best to draw a horse and some flowers and trees, but he ended up abandoning and watching Soubi. He was a good painter, Ritsuka saw some older paintures and its were wonderful.
After he finished, Soubi said he liked the boy's drawing, but Ritsuka was still unsatisfied with his skills. He found it too difficult.
"Then you should try something else." Soubi smirked.
Thank you for reading. I am going to upload the next chapter sooner because finally I am home. Do you think that Ritsuka could remember his past? Maybe Soubi knows something that we don't. What do you think will happen?