Honey and Lemons: [Loveless Fanfic]
Here's a oneshot.
Fandom: Loveless
Rating: PG
The sun basked the sidewalk in a stark white, reflecting off and glaring in Ritsuka's eyes. He stared from the dark enclosure of the school hallways, fingers delicately splayed across the glass window. Small, he thought. This building is so small and dark. I feel like I'm suffocating.
Suffocating.
The day was hot and hot and bright and Ritsuka slouched. Yuiko had invited him to her birthday party, but mother had been a bit more erratic in the morning and he needed to be home with her. But he had been happy when Yuiko had asked him. It was a dull feeling, like a scab peeling off. Uncomfortable, but somehow oozing sweet pleasure.
Ritsuka's face scrunched up in recognition. That person was outside. Waiting for him. Again. The cat eared boy jerked his body away from the window violently, breaking into a run. He ran and ran and stumbled down the stairs, growling between clenched teeth and fists. With a bang he pushed his hands against the door bar, pushing himself out into the world of sidewalks and sunshine and pain.
Ritsuka breathed in sharply.
"Soubi!"
The figure he had spotted from the window turned, a smile playing with his lips. A spring breeze toyed with his sandy blonde hair, brushing it over his cheeks like fine paint. Ritsuka heaved over and dug his palms into his knees, catching what little breathe he had left to hold, eyes barely touching the older man's stomach. Once glance upwards and his cheeks would flush furiously. How can you smile so casually?
"Ritsuka."
The name was like a butterfly fluttering on his lips. All the universe was small in comparison to the Master. The One who governs. Ritsuka. The boy could feel the weight of his name as it dropped down over him.
Mustering for words, Ritsuka clung desperately to his faded jeans, that burning in his lungs weakening and his breath slowing. "J-Just because...you have school...doesn't mean you can leave me hanging for three days! Three whole days! Don't act like you're so grown up, Soubi..."
"I am a grown up, Ritsuka." The older man reminded him. Ritsuka shook his head around as though he would beg to differ. But Soubi ventured on, "And you're a growing adolescent. A child. You need space."
When Ritsuka looked up, Soubi looked down. Their eyes barely touched but immediately their connection was drawn out as plain as day. The world around them; the bustle of shopping women, the spring wind bristling the trees, cars honking chaotically - it all faded away as they shut themselves off from everyone and everything else.
Uncomfortable with the intensity, Ritsuka tried to sort out himself. "I'm like any normal sixth grader," He challenged. He challenged Soubi. He challenged himself.
"Oh really?"
Before either of them could breathe, Ritsuka's tiny mouth was captured in the taste of honey and lemons - a bitter and sweet kiss that brought relief and pain. Stong arms, large and warm hands touched Ritsuka, caressed Ritsuka wherever they could find skin. Whether it was the nape of his neck or that ticklish spot under his earlobes, Soubi's hands found it. And he was embraced fiercely.
It hurts. Don't kiss me. It hurts. It hurts my heart. It hurts. Yet, is this what people call an addiction?
As quickly as it had happened, Soubi pulled back, speaking thousands of words with his strongly defined eyes. His kiss had been a response to Ritsuka's challenge, but the taste of a promise also lingered on his lips. His fingers traced over Ritsuka's shoulders, thumbs toying with the straps of the child's tank-top absentmindedly.
"...I wonder if anyone else in class has done this." Ritsuka breathed quietly, his voice a broken sigh. His fingers briefly fluttered against his own mouth, recalling the sensation of lips meeting lips. That heartache he had experienced before immediately came back to play.
"And how does that make you feel?" Soubi asked. His voice tore around Ritsuka's mind like the chaos of a hurricane, thrashing his reason. "Like something good? Or something tainted?"
Ritsuka didn't want to think about it. It was a ridiculous question. It was more like Soubi wanted something from him, like an infant cries for milk. But Ritsuka is just a child. And Soubi is...
He looked up at the man, violet eyes shooting up like darts.
"You...you are more of a child than you seem." Ritsuka said placidly, jerking his bare shoulders away from Soubi's touch. Turning on his heel, he began making his way down the chalk-stained sidewalk.
He swung his arms widely as if he felt loosely free, although both of them knew the heavy chains that the boy was bound to. Soubi looked after him, smiling smugly and following along by his side. They exchanged meaningless words, but the question burned in Ritsuka's mind as a strong, unavoidable feeling that he couldn't shake off.
Why do you wish for me?