Ritsuka flipped his phone shut, then stopped and stared at it. ‘Soubi gave me this phone.’ He thought. The boy smiled and gently set the phone on his bedside table. ‘Soubi’s coming to see me.’ He thought. As he drifted to sleep, that one name was repeating in his mind. ‘Soubi...Soubi...Soubi...’
--A Few Days Later--
“Are you sure you can carry that?” Soubi asked for the millionth time. “I could get it for you if you can’t.”
Ritsuka rolled his eyes. “No, Soubi! I got it!” He assured. He half-carried, half dragged a large suitcase he had borrowed for the blond walking in front of him, and it carried most of his clothes and possessions.
Soubi chuckled and shook his head. They stopped in front of the front door, and the blond quickly fished his key out of his pocket and unlocked the door. “Welcome home, Ritsuka.” He said quietly, and the black-haired boy smiled.
--Loveless--
Within a week Ritsuka was settled and was going back to school. After assuring his classmates that he had only been out with the flu (long sleeve shirts hid the scar perfectly) the Fighter and Sacrifice had resumed to their pretty much normal lives.
That is, until the new transfer student showed up.
“Hi! I’m Gansaku Nezumi. Don’t bother with the suffixes, just call me Nezumi.” He told the class before taking his seat between Ritsuka and Yuiko.
A few minutes into class, a note landed on the corner of Ritsuka’s desk. The black-haired boy had half a mind to turn it into the teacher, but decided against it. Quickly he grabbed in and slipped it into his lap. With a quick motion it was unfolded before him. It read:
Loveless? What a sad name. Anyway, I’m your new Fighter Unit.
Ritsuka stared. The note wasn’t signed, but there was no doubt that it was from Nezumi. The black-haired boy quickly glanced at Nezumi, who nodded to the note and gave him a thumbs up.
Whatever happened for the rest of the day Ritsuka couldn’t recall it his life depended on it. Once the final bell rang he was dashing through the halls, hoping with all his might that Soubi was waiting for him.
Sure enough, there he was, cigarette in his mouth, waiting patiently for his Sacrifice to appear.
Ritsuka ran into his arms, getting a surprised smile from Soubi. “What’s wrong?” He asked, and Ritsuka only squeezed his waist tighter.
Someone cleared their throat, and both boys looked up to find Nezumi standing there, looking as ordinary as anyone in his hoodie and jeans, backpack hanging off of one shoulder. “Sorry to interrupt, but Ritsuka in my Sacrifice now, Soubi-san.”
And right there on the sidewalk outside of Ritsuka’s middle school, Nezumi took off his shirt and turned his back. There, in between his shoulder blades, in curvy cursive text that itself seemed to be crying, stood the single word, LOVELESS.
-Points- YOU DIDN’T SEE THAT COMING, DID YOU? HA!
Now leave a comment before I make Seimei kill a kitten. CUZ HE WILL DO IT! LOLZ
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