Disclaimer: I do not own Loveless, dammit. *Sobs*. It belongs to Yun Kouga
Notes: Right another little thing to get me into the mood of writing. Not too sure on whether or not I like this. I might rewrite it or revisit this idea with something a bit longer. Enjoy anyways. I might write a multi-chaptered fic with these characters, but I'm not too sure just yet.
He is weak, weaker than he would ever be comfortable admitting. How had he become so? He never used to be this weak – not emotionally, not physically. And yet when he hears that voice, the voice like liquid silver pouring though the phone, calling someone else's name... he breaks.
Something inside of him, something restraining dark and ugly things snaps and he can do nothing about it. He isn't used to it. He has control – he has strength and control through those orders he is bequeathed with.
But now, now all he can hear is the shattering of his heart. He had never liked pain, never been willing masochistic – not with Ritsu, not with Seimei and never with Ritsuka. But this pain, this agony electrocuting his limbs and freezing him in a torturous cocoon is different.
Physical pain is easy to ignore, to battle on through. But this is mental. Spiritual. The voice, that voice he had loved and revered and followed with no arguments, the voice he had believed only to hear in his memories is living, breathing, calling for someone else.
Soubi is nothing to that voice anymore, unlike Nisei.
Nisei...
His replacement.
No. Nisei had simply taken his rightful place. Soubi had been the replacement, just something to tide Seimei over until the real Beloved made his appearance.
The darkness is spreading. Numbing. Loathing. And Soubi is breaking. Shattering. Splintering.
Seimei is alive.
Seimei is alive and it kills him.