A/N : Not mine. All Kouga Yun's. I don't own Loveless. I don't make any money out of it.
Another short one. I'm sorry, I can't seem to be able to write long chapters whenever there's Soubi's POV.
Chapter 9
28th, September 2006
Hi Soubi,
By the time this letter will reach you, you'll think I'd have forgotten about it, won't you? As if I'd ever forget.
I've had a very difficult time to find you something adequate. I've tired all my friends from going shopping with me. To no avail I should add. Rin asked a lot of questions about you. Questions I'd have preferred not to answer. Naturally, she was less than pleased that I'd spend time trying to find a gift for someone she doesn't know, has never even heard about and can't know much about. What should I have told her? I don't even know myself what you are to me. What I want you to be. If I still want you to be.
No, that's a lie. I do want you back in my life, however pissed off I might be. And honestly, I have every right to be mad at you. You pledged yourself to me then turned your back on me and betrayed me. But do you know what? Sometimes, I can even believe you did it for me. Because, honestly, you would never have been able to fight Seimei. He'd have you rooted on the spot. You would never have been able to be my Fighter that day. And Seimei wouldn't have let the matter go with a simple scolding. I would have been powerless in a Battle, alone and without a Fighter. So yes, in the very, very good days, I can even convince myself you did it out of consideration for me. Unfortunately, there aren't so many of these extremely good days. And what's more, it still hurt. You could at least have made an effort to oppose him. A simple no, even without some conviction would have felt nice. It would have given me some hope, some shred of self-esteem back. Anyway. This long-overdue conversation still can't happen for now.
I hope you'll like what I've sent you. They've been shot recently so you can at least get some update about us.
Ritsuka.
In the parcel, he found another envelope containing photographs of them. Two group-pictures, one with and one without Kio. A picture of Yuiko and Yayoi. One of the Zero pair. One of Kio. Several of Ritsuka with his different friends, including the newest ones. So, that was his girlfriend. She was pretty, he had to give her that. And Ritsuka looked content with her. He noticed with surprise all of them still sported ears. Knowing Ritsuka, he wouldn't have taken photographs that didn't reflect the reality. Their ears were as genuine as the pictures he held. For now.
The parcel was hidden away with the rest of Ritsuka's letters. He poured himself a coffee and made it to his table, still thinking about the young Sacrifice, before hurtling his cup to his door. Was that hate? No, it was— jealousy? What a mess. Loveless. So adequate. He could do with a Battle, right now. Yes, something to take the edge off. Anything. Punching someone would feel good too.