If We Used Wands and Spoke Latin
Author's Notes: Sorry for taking so long to update. As some of you may know, I've taken on two fanfiction writing projects and it's going to be longer between updates. I've been so busy with work, college work, and a large variety of extracurricular activities. So I apologize if it seems as if I'm shirking this story, but I haven't. So, anyways, back to the tale.
Disclaimer: I think we all know I don't own Loveless.
Chapter 2
Soubi was bleeding. The B.E.L.O.V.E.D cut into his neck was bleeding heavily, as well as his arms. The slash marks were so thickly coated with blood, Ritsuka could barely tell where each of cuts began and ended.
"Soubi!" Ritsuka cried, nearly knocking over a lamp in his hastiness to reach his injured "friend."
"Friend," didn't seem to cover it all, but "lover," seemed too much. Soubi had never forced Ritsuka into doing anything he didn't want to do, but still, Soubi had treated him like one would treat a lover.
Lover. Beloved. Loveless. Everything fit like some piece of a puzzle. It was odd, but it worked out for them. They had been living together for 3 years now. No sense in changing things now. Besides, they had seemed to get along well thus far. Except for the certain times when Kio acted like a complete jerk and tried to separate them.
That's when Aoyagi Ritsuka would get angry, and Soubi would try to stop them. Discord would always tear Ritsuka from Soubi for a time before Ritsuka managed to get a hold of himself and apologize.
But Kio was not in the picture. It was just Ritsuka and Soubi now, and the only thing on Ritsuka's mind was to get Soubi some medicinal help.
"I'm getting the first aid kit," Ritsuka said, the words running together as he ran from the room in the direction of the hall closet. He grabbed the kit and then headed back to Soubi. By the time he had gotten back to Soubi however, the man had his head lolling backward and his arms had gone a pale ivory. It was as if a vampire had smelled the blood and sucked the life out of his arms.
Ritsuka took a deep breath and tried to figure out what to do. He couldn't panic. He had to simply fix this nightmare.
He made a decision.
The hospital. He didn't care if they were found out, he didn't care if something happened, but Soubi was going to die without care.
He dialed the number of the local hospital (a number he knew quite well) who said they would send an ambulance. Their directions of what to do before hand were clear: find some way to staunch the bleeding.
Ritsuka was told to put pressure on the wound to stop the bleeding. He could've told them that already, but there was something nagging him about Soubi. Something just didn't seem right. It didn't seem right to touch him.
But Soubi wasn't dead. Yet if he wasn't dead, why was touching him such a big deal? Ritsuka took another deep breath, closed his eyes, and decided he would risk touching him. If he wasn't dead, his chest was still moving, and his face was still pink with life, although exhausted, why was it such a direct "no" to touch him?
He reached his hand towards Soubi and then touched him.
Nothing happened.
Ritsuka was relieved. Not only was Soubi, but he was alive—
Or maybe not.
Soubi began moaning and his back arched dangerously towards his stomach, and his hands clawed the marks on his arms. "Soubi-Soubi, what's wrong with you?"
But Soubi didn't answer. In fact, Soubi didn't seem like Soubi at all.
In fact, Ritsuka was sure that not only was Soubi not Soubi, but Soubi was someone else…or maybe it was that Soubi was somewhere else.
Or maybe it was that Soubi was not only somewhere else, but perhaps held against his will.
Those where he was, Ritsuka had no idea.
His only thought now was to figure out where the real Soubi was through this imposter.
Author's Notes: Kind of an abrupt ending, but I figured you would understand. These college days are rough, but funnnn. Enjoy this chapter! Remember to read and review! :D