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Disclaimer: I do not own Loveless, nor any of the characters from it. I do not make any money from the writing of this story.

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Disclaimer: I don�t
own Loveless or anything in this story.
Except for Soubi�well, I wish I owned Soubi�

Chapter Three: Comfortless

Ritsuka waited outside impatiently for Soubi to return from
the school. He wanted his phone back,
his lifeline to Soubi. At the same
time, Ritsuka wanted Soubi to take a long while in the school, to put off the
questions he would certainly have about Ritsuka�s late night phone call.

It seemed like a long time before Soubi finally appeared at
the doorway to the school. Ritsuka
forced himself to wait patiently for Soubi to come to him. He squirmed and wished Soubi would walk
faster.

Soubi arrived outside of the school�s gate. �No luck, Ritsuka. Your Sensei insisted that your parents be the ones to get your
phone back for you. Gomenasai.� He bowed his head. �If Ritsuka would like to punish me��

�I�m not going to punish you! I�ve told you before not to ask that of me!� Ritsuka felt his heart sink at Soubi�s
words. There was no chance that his
parents would come and get his phone back from the teacher. His ears drooped.

�Ritsuka.� Soubi
placed a hand on Ritsuka�s head. The
younger boy looked up at his Fighter.
�I�ll get you another phone.
I�ll have it for you tomorrow.�

Ritsuka nodded, still not thrilled. �What about ice cream?� he asked.

Soubi nodded. �Of
course.� He grabbed Ritsuka�s hand and
started walking.

Ritsuka let Soubi hold his hand as they walked. He would have a way to contact Soubi
tomorrow. He could certainly last
twenty-four hours without a direct line to Soubi. But with the new team in the area�what if they initiated a fight
and Soubi couldn�t reach him�?

�Soubi,� Ritsuka said.
He stopped and pulled his hand from Soubi�s grasp. Immediately, Soubi stopped, turned, and
looked at Ritsuka. �You know you�re not
supposed to fight alone, right?�

Soubi nodded. �Yes,
Ritsuka. I promise I will not fight
alone. I will wait until you are with
me.�

Ritsuka nodded.
�Good. Don�t forget it.� He stepped up to Soubi and took his hand
again.

�Ritsuka, the same goes for you. I do not want you to initiate a battle without me by your side,�
Soubi said. He studied Ritsuka.

Ritsuka looked up at him.
�How could I do that, Soubi? I�m
not a fighter. I can�t fight.�

Soubi nodded. �I know.� He squeezed Ritsuka�s hand once and started
walking again towards the nearest ice cream parlor.

Ritsuka stared up at Soubi in puzzlement but let the matter
drop. He still hadn�t learned to get
information out of Soubi that Soubi didn�t want to give. One of these days, he would figure out how
to get Soubi to answer him, but for now, Ritsuka knew the conversation was
closed.

Soubi, on the other hand, had no such problems getting
Ritsuka to open to him. It wasn�t long
before, while sitting at a booth in the ice cream shop and enjoying a cup of
ice cream each, that Ritsuka was telling Soubi about the dream last night.

After he finished, Ritsuka sat staring at his empty bowl and
playing with the muddy swirls in the bottom of his cup.

�So that was why you called,� Soubi said thoughtfully. He licked his final bite of ice cream off of
his spoon.

Ritsuka nodded, still staring at the liquid chocolate swirls
at the bottom of his cup. �Sorry for
waking you up. It really wasn�t something to worry you about. I shouldn�t have called��

Soubi�s strong fingers lifted Ritsuka�s chin up. �Ritsuka, I love you. You can call me anytime. No matter how silly or stupid it is you
think it is. There is no reason that
Ritsuka can not call me.�

Ritsuka nodded. He
couldn�t tear his eyes away from Sobui�s blue eyes.

Soubi smiled and sat back into his seat. Ritsuka blushed and went back to staring at
this ice cream dish.

�Was there anything else you wanted to talk about?� Soubi
asked.

Ritsuka shook his head.

Soubi stood up and gathered up the trash that was on the
table. He walked over to the trash
can. �Does Ritsuka need anything else
today?� He asked.

Stay with me, Ritsuka thought to himself. But he wouldn�t ask that of Soubi. Not when Soubi had stated earlier he had
things to do. If Ritsuka asked, then of
course, Soubi would stay. That was a
given. But Ritsuka wasn�t that selfish. Soubi had his own life to live, apart from
Ritsuka.

Ritsuka shook his head.
�Walk me home?� he asked.

Soubi nodded and held out his hand to Ritsuka. Ritsuka took it and stood up. Together, they left the ice cream parlor and
walked back to Ritsuka�s house. Soubi
left him at the door.

�I�ll be back to visit you tonight, Ritsuka.�

Ritsuka nodded.
�I�ll be waiting,� he replied.

Soubi smiled and patted his head. �I�ll be there.� With one
last smile, Soubi walked off, leaving Ritsuka alone at his doorway.

Ritsuka took a deep breath and let himself into his
house. It was dark and silent. Ritsuka could smell something cooking in the
kitchen. Quickly, Ritsuka walked
upstairs, hoping his mother wouldn�t hear him come in.

�Is that my Ritsuka?�

Ritsuka froze.
�Mother?� he asked.

�I�ve made some snacks for you, Ritsuka. Would you like some?�

�Of course, Mother.�
Ritsuka let his school bags slip to the foot of the stairs and walked
into the kitchen, a sense of dread upon his shoulders.

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Ritsuka lay down on his bed, fingering the new bandage on
his cheek. His face was still sore from
the flying porcelain his mother had broken, but the pain would fade by
tomorrow. It usually did.

Idly, Ritsuka wondered what would happen if his mother ever
hurt him severely.

Ritsuka rolled over onto his stomach and reached for his
schoolbag that had been thrown next to the bed. Without looking, Ritsuka stuck his hand in and pulled out his
books. After ruffling through them,
Ritsuka settled in to do his homework.
Soubi wouldn�t be by for another couple of hours. He usually waited until everyone in the
house of asleep.

Downstairs, Rituska heard the door open and close. Voices.
Ritsuka�s father must be home.
He was early tonight.

Ritsuka pushed the voiced from his mind and concentrated on
his homework. It was remarkably easy
to do, even when the voices started shouting.
Eventually the voices gave way to the sound of shattering objects. Soon enough, even that died out, leaving the
house in its typical silence.

The moonlight shone through the open window. A figure appeared outside of his room.

�You�re early,� Ritsuka said without looking up from his
homework.

�I wasn�t aware you were expecting me.�

Ritsuka looked up at the startling familiar voice into a
face that was a reflection of what his would be in a few more years. �Seimei��

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A/N Sorry for the
long time between updates. I blame
Christmas and a new addiction to an MMORPG.
Hopefully, it won�t be that long until chapter 4.

Nikkler: I�m sure
other people have some of my ideas, but I haven�t found anyone with this exact
idea, so its all good. And yeah, Yuiko
has grown up a bit since the series.
Thanks for reviewing in both places! ^_^

Bob, the Fluffy Pink Bunny:
I should write when I�m slightly intoxicated, should I?

Jicky: Yeah, angst
in store. Its what makes a story
good.

Sadil: Glad you like
the story! I usually mark scenery
changes, but ff.net takes them away when I post. But I found away around it.

Lyerial: Thanks for
the compliments!
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