Loveless Mirage

Rioki sat with his long legs propped up against a table, and one arm behind his back. His slender fingers brought a glass to his lips as he drank away slowly at the cool refreshing liquid. His sharp eyes surveyed the room as the door opened and Lust-full sauntered in. Her clothing was slightly crumpled, but she seemed to have bore no ill effect from the fight she had been in.

“Well?” Rioki questioned. His deep sultry voice cut the air, as he stood abruptly. Lust-full took a step towards his desk and began to twirl one of her fingers in her long locks of hair.

“I brought him, just like you asked.” She said, rolling her eyes and pushing herself against Rioki’s muscled chest. “Oooh, and I accidentally killed off that worthless toy; Lifeless.” Rioki’s eyes narrowed.

“I would normally have punished you for that, but seems how you brought me my latest plaything, I shall let it slide.” He whispered into her ear. She looked up into Rioki’ dark eyes and pushed her hand through his hair playfully.

“Aaare?” She whimpered, as if hurt by his words, although her eyes showed no fear; only desire. Rioki puller her hand away from his hair forcefully and turned away from her gaze.

“What about Loveless’ Fighter?” Rioki questioned, running his hand through his short black hair. Lust-full stood off to the side, angry that Rioki would think of the small boy as more important then her.

“Who cares.” She snapped. Rioki spun to her and pulled her face to face his, making her squint in pain.

“I do. If Loveless even thinks there is a chance that his fighter can save him, then how will my experiment ever proceed? If he keeps his hopes up, and his faith strong, then it will not be his own strength that keeps him alive. It will be Beloveds.” Rioki growled, and tossed the woman in his hand to the ground as if she were simply a doll. Lust-full glared up at her master and then looked away.

“Even if I did kill him, what good would it be? Loveless would still desire Beloved. He will not change that. His trust in Beloved was the strongest I have ever seen between a Sacrifice and his Fighter. Even if I killed him, how would you break that?” The silence in the room was suddenly broken by Rioki’s malicious laugh.

“You are so very right. I can not break that bond. But I know who can.” Rioki grinned spitefully, the remnants of his laugh echoing off of the walls. “Bring Loveless to the Battle room. Breaking him from Beloved is going to be oh so delicious.”

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The young sacrifice’s eyes slowly opened at the sound of far off footsteps that fell upon his ears. Ritsuka pulled his legs closer to his body and shivered. The room he was currently locked in was dark and stank of blood and fear. His back was pressed against one of the cold walls, and his tail wrapped protectively around his body. His eyes were pressed gently against his knees which soaked up the remnants of tears.

Why couldn’t I protect him? I should have taken the full force of that attack, but instead, I don’t even know if he is alive! Ritsuka sobbed in his hands. Ritsuka and Soubi had been sitting quietly in the park together, watching the leaves fall from the trees and remembering the first time they had kissed, when they had been attacked. Ritsuka tried desperately to remember Soubi’s smiling face, but each time he did, his thoughts were replaced with new ones. He shook his head, trying to dispel the images of Soubi’s broken body reaching out for him.

The heavy metal door that locked him into the room suddenly opened and Ritsuka was blinded by a bright light. A silhouette grasped a handful of Ritsuka’s dark hair and pulled him violently to his feet. He swallowed a quick gasp of pain and followed the fuming figure out the door. When his eyes adjusted to the light around him, he recognized the woman leading his down twisting passageways as the Fighter who had attacked them. His eyes widened in anger and he struggled in her astonishingly strong grasp. Unexpectedly, she spun and slapped Ritsuka hard across his face. He looked towards her angry face surprised, and placed his hand over his cheek.

“It’s all because of you!” She hissed and turned full on to face Ritsuka. Her face was flushed and she narrowed her eyes at him. “I don’t know why he has a need to do these things. I should certainly be more then enough. But no. Instead he says he needs a sacrifice, because they are harder to kill of. I hope you are as weak as you look boy. That way the sooner you die at his hands, the sooner I will have my beautiful Rioki all to myself.” She then spat at Ritsuka and pushed him aggressively into a second room, where she proceeded to slam the door in his face and storm off down the hall.

Ritsuka tentatively stood from where he had fallen and looked around. The room appeared to be in a state of battle. There was broken glass scattered across the floor and a feeling of sorrow in the air. The space was rather large, which contradicted the view from the outside, and Ritsuka could see a figure standing with their back turned to him on the opposite side of the area. Ritsuka could hear the person muttering spells, but he was unsure who they were directed at. Without Soubi, Ritsuka felt exposed and useless. He wished to feel his Fighters warm body pressed against his in protection and love.

Without warning, the person standing opposite Ritsuka lifted his hand to his neck and pulled a bandage away. Ritsuka narrowed his eyes in confusion as the man turned to face him. Ritsuka’s eyes locked onto the scars of “Beloved” that shone in the dim light.

“Sou…. Soubi?” Ritsuka gaped in uncertainty as Beloved began to move closer to him, cornering him. All traces of wounds had vanished from his strong body, and his hair fell gracefully down his naked chest.

“What is going on” Ritsuka questioned uncertainly. Beloved pressed a slender finger to the boys lips and then pushed his body forcefully against the small sacrifice, causing him to gasp. Beloved's strong hand slipped down Ritsuka's soft body and tightened on the member between Ritsuka's legs. “Soubi?!” He wheezed, his eyes searching the Fighters face. There was a ominous grin upon Beloved’s face, and all traces of softness seemed to have been driven from his features.

“You are mine now, Loveless.” Beloved murmured in Ritsuka’s ear before forcing the boy to the shard covered ground.