As Long As You're Mine

Chapter 5:
Something is Not the Same

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Author's Note!
Sorry sorry sorry for the extremely late update. I've been really busy. Well enjoy this installment of “As Long as You're Mine.” Expect quicker updates maybe!
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“Where's Seimei?!” Soubi growled at Nisei, glaring daggers into his pale flesh. Nisei feigned ignorance as he kicked a small pebble. “I know you know where he is. You're his fighter. Now tell me, where is Seimei?”

“What's it to you? You broke down when you only heard his voice.”

“My Ritsuka...” Soubi growled, rushing to the other fighter. He gripped the front of Nisei's shirt. “He hurt MY Ritsuka!”

“Ritsuka belongs to Seimei, Soubi.” Nisei smirked at him. “He owns his ears. That's something you could have never owned. Ritsuka's not even your true sacrifice. You don't have a name, do you, Soubi?”
A fist made of long fingers collided with a chiseled chin. Soubi gripped the shirt tighter as he unballed his fist. Blood dripped from a red , broken open lip. “I am Loveless's fighter. I belong to Ritsuka. I was marked as Beloved, but i know.. I know I'm Loveless. I love Ritsuka.” His fingers wiggled, readying to become another fist to collide with the other's face again.

“You were ordered to love him-”

“NO! I love him. I love Ritsuka.”

A soft cackle erupted behind the blond. “So do I, Soubi. Why else do you think I would take his ears?” Cerulean eyes widened and Soubi released Nisei from his rough grip. “Soubi, you're not Loveless's true fighter. Where's Loveless's name, if you are? I know where it is. I've seen it.”

Soubi's eyes narrowed into a glare at Nisei, he hadn't turned around to face his ex-sacrifice. “Seimei...” He slowly turned to aim his glare the cat-eared man. His scowl dispersed as he looked at the cat-like appendages protruding from the other's hair. “E..Ears? But.. But Ritsuka.”

Maniacal laughter burst from Seimei. “Oh, you mean these?” He asked as he pulled the fake ears from atop his head. “Amazing craftsmanship, aren't they? Almost perfect. They look so authentic, don't you think?”His smirk widened into an evil grin. “Go back to MY Ritsuka. He needs comfort.”

“I'll kill you first.”

“Why? Are you just jealous, Soubi? Because I took his virginity before you had a chance to? You were looking forward to seducing him into your bed, weren't you?” Seimei sighed through another chortle. “you know Ritsuka would be sad if you killed me.”

BRRRRRRRING BRRRRRRRRING. Soubi groaned as his phone rang in his pocket. It just made Seimei's grin widen.

“Well? Aren't you going to answer it?”

Soubi glared it as he answer. “What, I'm busy.”

“Sou-chan!” Kio sang into the phone, “You need to come home. Ritsuka needs you...” He all but purred into the phone, a knowing smirk in his voice.

Soubi huffed as he hung up and twirled around to leave the empty warehouse where he sensed Nisei's presence. Seimei's laughter followed him out. He gripped the insides of his pockets in anger.

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Soubi hurried up the steps and into his apartment. Once he shut his door behind him, he looked to the sleeping Ritsuka on the couch. “Kio... He's asleep...” He growled at the other blond.

Kio pouted childishly, a sucker in his mouth. “Sou-chan.” He pounced on the taller male, his arms wrapped around his neck from behind. “I came over and on;y Ritsuka was here. I missed you.”

“You lied to me.. I found Seimei.. and you lie to me about Ritsuka needing me!”

“You wouldn't have come if I was the one who needed you.” Kio said innocently as he released Soubi. He huffed before leaving. “I was worried about you, Sou-chan..” He said simply before leaving the man alone with the sleeping child. Soubi walked slowly to the occupied couch. He put a hand on the minor's cheek.

“Make it go away, Soubi...” Ritsuka whimpered in his sleep. “Make the pain go away...” He groaned a bit. “...like Seimei used to, Soubi.”

“How would Seimei make the pain go away?” Soubi asked, leaning his face next to the boy's. Pale hair fell around his face, tickling the small button nose. It twitched from the stimulation.

“Not... Seimei... Not like Seimei did... It.. hurt...”

“What do you want, Ritsuka?”

“Kis....” He snored lightly.

Soubi smiled as his lips grazed the boy's in a chaste kiss.

Ritsuka's purple eyes fluttered open at the soft touch. A smile graced his features. “Again...” He whispered gently. Once more, soft lips met chapped ones for only a split second.

Soubi moved to stand up completely when small arms flew up and wrapped themselves around a thin neck, pulling Soubi's face down to press flush against Ritsuka's. His purple eyes shut as he held Soubi's lips upon his own.

Soubi moved onto the couch, one leg on each side of Ritsuka's thin hips and a hand on each side of his head. His pink tongue slithered between his own lips to press against Ritsuka's closed set. Ritsuka's eyes flew open when he felt the moist organ press against his lips. He shoved Soubi away and panted up at him, his eyes full of utter fright.

Soubi blinked down at the child, confused and shocked at his actions. “Ritsuka? Are you alright?” He asked, not moving to get off of the couch.

The small juvenile stared up at him as if Soubi was a stranger molesting him on a park bench. “S..Sorry, Soubi.” He muttered, pulling his eyes from Soubi's questioning ones.

Soubi gripped his chin lightly and pulled his face back towards his own. He leaned forward and pressed their lips together again for a short moment.”I love you, Ritsuka.” He whispered, kissing him again. He pulled away again and got off of the couch. “Rest.” He whispered before heading off into his bedroom.

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A few hours later, Ritsuka walked slowly into Soubi's bedroom. “Soubi.. Mother's probably worried about me.. I... “ He paused and looked at his feet. “I should be getting home.”

Soubi looked up from a sketch he was working on. “I can't, Ritsuka. She'll hurt you.” He set his notebook onto his bed and walked to the boy. “Because of this,” he rubbed the boy's head, ears no longer adorning the soft hair, “she'll hurt you.”

“No, Soubi. She wouldn-”

“Yes she would.” Soubi cut him off. “She'll lock you up and won't let you leave ever again.”

“Stop it, Soubi! Mother loves me. She just... has a weird way of showing it. Either take me home, or I'm going alone.”

Defeated, Soubi decided to take Ritsuka home to his psychotic mother.