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Fights and Truths

"Seimei."

Ritsuka opened his eyes just a crack, feeling his tears slide down the sides of his face and into his hair. His head turning ever so slightly to look at his brother, seeing that his brother's attention was on the door .

"What is it?" Seimei hissed out, one of his hands still clasped over Ritsuka's wrists while his other tugged Ritsuka's shirt back over his chest. "Can you not see that I am busy?"

Ritsuka stared, pleading with Soubi who stood there in the door. His eyes widening when he noticed the black eye and the numerous bandages that littered his old fighter's body.

"My apologies," Soubi said in a subdued voice, his face betraying no emotion at all. "But there is a fighter unit approaching our current location."

Ritsuka winced when Seimei's grip tightened, his eyes turning back to his brother's face only to see his brother looking at him with a mixture of emotions in his eyes.

"Can you tell which one it is?" Seimei asked evenly, his voice hinting only to a fraction of his emotions.

"Yes, I am quite certain it is the one from the other world." Soubi spoke calmly, his voice unwavering.

Ritsuka watched as his brother's eyes narrowed fractionally, a growl emitting from his throat. With a swift jerk, Ritsuka was in a sitting position, Seimei zipping his shirt back into place before tugging him up onto his feet.

"How long until he arrives?" Seimei ground out, pulling Ritsuka to the door and elbowing Soubi out of the way, his strides too long for Ritsuka to keep up comfortably.

"Five minutes," Soubi replied, following behind the two sacrifices as they made their way to the stairs before taking them two at a time. "Maybe less, he is traveling fast."

Another growl issued from Seimei's throat, surprising Ritsuka with the harshness of the tone, before being forced to an even faster pace to the back door.

"Distract them," Seimei tossed over his shoulder to the fighter unit, not even bothering to look back at the older man that was following them out. "That is an order, do not let them catch us. We will be moving to another safe house. When you are done with him come and find us."

"Yes, Seimei." Soubi agreed in a monotone, bowing to the older Sacrifice before working his way around to the front of the building.

Ritsuka watched his brother as they rounded a corner, his grip on his arm still too tight to be anything but uncomfortable.

Seimei reached into his coat pocket extracting his cell phone an instantly hitting the speed dial for number one. He waited only for the first ring when he heard a small greeting and instantly pushed it aside and spoke in his authoritative voice.

"Nisei." He commanded, allowing his will to extend to the now silent fighter unit. "I need you now."

"On my way." Nisei instantly replied, giving Semei the answer he was looking for and causing him to hang up his cell phone with a sharp click before replacing it into his pocket.

Seimei tightened his grip on Ritsuka's arm as he made his way down the side streets, Ritsuka unable to stop the tears from spilling down his face once more or the wince at his brother's tight grip.

"S-Seimei," Ritsuka stammered out, his smaller hand trying to pry off his brother's much larger one. "You're hurting my arm."

Seimei came to a sudden stop his eyes swiveling around before they connected with Ritsuka's red rimmed and tear streaked gaze.

"This is hardly what I am going to do to you, Ritsuka." Seimei spoke lowly, his voice holding an edge as his tail and ears stood on end in a clearly aggressive manner. "How dare that brute mark you with a name."

Seimei began to walk again, jerking Ritsuka violently enough for him to stumble and forcing him to a pace that required the younger of the brothers to jog in order to keep up.

"But Seimei," Ritsuka tried to reason, his hand momentarily reaching up to grasp at the fabric of his shirt, right over where his name lay hidden on his skin. "It is my name, you said so yourself."

A growl issued from Seimei's lips his gaze turning once more toward Ritsuka's which swirled with too many different emotions in his violet orbs.

"Not anymore." Seimei hissed out between his clenched teeth, tugging on Ritsuka once more to bring the boy crashing into his chest before snaking his arm around his waist and burying his face in the soft black tinted blue hair of his younger brother. "I am going to remove that filthy name from your body. You belong to me and only me!"

*~*~*(BREAK)*~*~*

Gwendal came to a halt, sensing Murata only just able to stop before crashing into him, but paying him no mind. His full attention on the blonde haired man before him, the man who was currently standing in between him and Ritsuka.

"Step aside."

"I am afraid I cannot grant your request." Soubi responded emotionlessly, removing his glasses before slipping them into his shirt pocket. "For you see I have been order to stop you by my Sacrifice and I cannot disobey his direct order."

Gwendal's eyes narrowed at the other Fighter Unit, his anger boiling just under his skin and causing a blue light to spark in his eyes.

"I do not have any issues with you, so I will say it again," Gwendal hissed out, taking a threatening step forward while reaching for the sword that was normally on his hip. "Stand aside!"

Gwendal momentarily cursed himself when his hand landed on nothing before his mind could supply to him that his sword was currently not in this world. His eyes never betraying him nor wavering away from the blonde man who was still blocking his way into the house.

"And as I said before, I cannot." The blonde responded in that infuriatingly calm voice. "Our name is Beloved, I declare a battle of wordspells. Begin automatic mode. Fighter Systems engaged."

Gwendal strained his ears in order to hear the man's words he was speaking so quietly. The next thing he knew, he was being blasted off his feet by an invisible force to the chest.

"Von Voltaire-kyo!" Murata yelled out, running instantly to the older man's side and kneeling down in order to look into the stormy blue eyes. "Are you alright?"

Gwendal could only grunt as his response before pushing himself up into a kneeling position on the ground. He sensed a charge in the air, something he did not notice before and without conscious thought his voice left him.

"Our name is Loveless, one without love." Gwendal's voice pierced through the air. "Activate Fighter systems, automatic mode."

He noticed something glinting from above him and more words sprang to his lips.

"Shield, Repel." The words poured from his lips without conscious thought, as he tugged the Daikenja closer to himself and raising his arm up as if he could stop the approaching needles with just his bare hand. "Nothing can reach us, it is all useless."

The needles seemed to bounce right off a glowing blue barrier that seemed to surround them with its soft light. Gwendal turned his gaze away from the sight of the needles to the man who was staring at him with a look that for the first time seemed to contain emotion.

"Pierce, strike." Soubi commanded, his eyes glinting with a challenge and what seemed to be pleasure. "Break through, stab, penetrate, Nothing can keep me out!"

Gwendal tore his eyes way from the blonde, his eyes turning skyward once more to see that this time it was a combination of arrows and swords falling towards him and the black haired teen.

"Hold strong, nothing can get through." Gwendal spoke forcefully, watching as the barrier around them seemed to glow even brighter with the blue light. "Block, defend, prevent their entry."

Once more the falling items bounced away harmlessly, but Gwendal could feel the hairs stand up on the back of his neck as the other man challenging words reached his ears.

"Redirect like electricity," Soubi intoned, his eyes flashing with pain and pure ecstasy. "Strike, burn and illuminate, shatter their defense."

Gwendal could see a bolt of lightning darting toward them, a tiny spark of fear entering his heart before more words tumbled past his lips.

"Reflect, Rebound." Gwendal allowed the words to flow easily past his lips, finally standing up on his feet and pointing towards the other man with an open palm. "Like light on a mirror, reverse the strike to its creator."

Gwendal watched as the white streak of lightning struck his barrier, seemingly warring with it before it shot towards the other man who was staring at him with clear shock written across his face. But just as the bolt of lightning struck the man square in the chest, Gwendal heard an intake of breath right next to him before a scream pierced the air.

"Geika!" Gwendal instantly shouted as he turned on his heel to see the teen falling to his knees as his breath escaped his parted lips in pain filled gasps, what looked to be a collar with a chain coming off it wrapped around his slender neck.

"What is going on?"

*~*~*(BREAK)*~*~*

Nisei was racing as fast as his legs could carry him, his left hand clamped over his still bleeding right shoulder. He cursed under his breath, disbelief coloring his voice at the thought those children being able to wound him.

But a smile slowly crept up his face when the image of their identical surprised faces when he was able to take them both down with a single spell popped into his mind. His mind wandered to his easy dealings with the Professor. The man didn't even put up a struggle when Nisei had stocked over to his sitting form, nor did he flinch when Nisei drove his pocket knife straight into the man's heart. Even though his master was in danger, at least he would have some good news to tell him.

*~*~*(BREAK)*~*~*

Ritsuka stumbled as he was dragged down the road by his brother, his breath coming out in pants as he was forced to jog in order to keep up with the long strides.

His eyes kept sweeping back and forth, trying in vain to see something, anything, that he could recognize. Suddenly, they turned onto a street that Ritsuka knew all too well.

He gasped, shocked at the houses they were now passing, and the hairs on the back of his neck began to stand on end.

"W-Why are we here?"

No reply was given to Ritsuka as Seimei continued down the street, his hand reaching into his pocket and extracting a key ring with one silver key dangling from its loop.

"Seimei? Why have you taken me here? Why?" Ritsuka pleaded softly, tugging on his brother's coat as his ears laid back against his head and his tail snuck between his legs.

"This is where it all began for us Ritsuka." Seimei said simply, his voice almost taking on a wistful tone as he placed the key into the lock and turned. "This is where we lived, laughed, loved."

Ritsuka heard the small click of the lock before he watched Seimei push the door open, feeling just the tiniest bit of fear bubble up his chest.

"Or do you no longer love me Ritsuka?" Seimei stepped into dark house, pulling Ritsuka in after him while his voice gained an almost steely tone to it. "You know you were born for me."

Seimei began to walk through the dark house, and even though Ritsuka could not see clearly he still knew exactly where they were going.

"Mother gave you to me." Seimei continued softly, his voice going soft once more, as if he was remembering something with a loving fondness.

"What did you do to them?" Ritsuka suddenly screamed out, fighting against his brother's still tight grip as they walked past the dining room.

The walls were splashed with blood and the crumpled bodies of his parents were laying on the floor, blood pooling around their disfigured bodies as sun light filtered in through the blinds and cast their bodies in a horrible light. The table was still set and the food that was most likely had been prepared for breakfast sat untouched and pristine except for the blood that was splattered across it.

"MOTHER! FATHER!" Ritsuka screamed, trying to make his way over to their fallen forms. Struggling with all his might to break free of his brother's oppressive grip, but to no avail as he was dragged further into the house.

"They will never lay a hand on what is mine again." Seimei spoke icily, not bothering to look at the bodies or at his struggling brother. "They will never harm you."

Ritsuka flinched at those words, his struggling instantly haulting as his mind turned to all the things his mother used to do to him.

But, they were my parents. Ritsuka thought to himself, his mind still trying to process the scene that he had just seen.

"W-Why, Seimei?" Ritsuka choked out, feeling more tears pour from his eyes. "Why did you have to k-kill –"

"Stop questioning me!" Seimei roared, spinning on his heel suddenly and pinning the smaller boy to the wall with his arms. His gaze boring into him with such intense emotions that Ritsuka couldn't bring himself to look away. "Ever since I got you back from those filthy people, all you have done is question me."

Without warning, Seimei leaned forward and captured Ritsuka's lips in a bruising and crushing kiss. Ritsuka tried to struggle, tried to push him away but was unable to do so. After a few heated moments, Seimei finally pulled away and leaned his head against Ritsuka's shoulder breathing heavily against his neck.

"I do not want to hear your questions anymore, Ritsuka." Seimei whispered out, his voice slicing through his younger brother's mind and stabbing into his heart. "I only want to hear your answers, your soft voice saying my name in the throes of love and passion."

"S-Semei…" Ritsuka stuttered out, shivering when kisses were trailed down his neck.

"I will take these ears of yours." Seimei boldly proclaimed in his slightly husky voice, leaning back and staring once more into Ritsuka's violet eyes. "Along with that dirty name."

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