Canto a la vita

So the last Loveless chapter jossed several Loveless fics I had been planning! In-a-way it's good 'cause it means I read the story well enough, you know? On the other hand, several months of planning and writing, gone!

This isn't the long story I had been working on, but. Well. Look at this. I started writing this on August 25th 2008.



Ritsuka is the first one to break free from the Illusion. He takes a deep breath and shudders, feels as if he was about to throw up, to crumble up and die right then and there. But more important--

"Soubi," he calls, turns around, feels the way the spell still wants to keep him wrapped around shadows and mist, wants to show him Seimei dying or Seimei killing him, wants to show Soubi betraying him.

But there is something to say about not having his whole past, about not remembering: it makes it easier, in a way, to break free instead of having shadows upon shadow feast upon his despair.

Soubi, however, is on the floor, arms wrapped around his legs, his eyes wide but unseeing, shaking.

"Soubi, listen to me!" Ritsuka begs, kneeling in front of him, touching his arms. "You're okay, it's not real! Soubi!"

Ritsuka keeps repeating his name, tries to fight the whispers that tell him that he's going to lose him, that he can't win against the shadows Soubi holds inside. Soubi's eyes remain hunted, half hidden, but slowly he glances at him, focuses on him instead of the nightmares his brain is showing him. Ritsuka takes advantage of that, presses closer and tries to make Soubi cling to him instead than to his legs.

"Come back," he tells Soubi, half ordered and half begging, trying to crawl his way into Soubi's embrace. "Soubi, come back. I'm here, okay? Come back!"