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 Posted: Wed Mar 08, 2006 3:48 pm
Soubi nodded a bit, glancing back at his painting. He frowned at his paint-splattered floor but decided to do nothing about it yet. "Yes. It's still not finished, but once it's graded, you can have it if you wish." He said, smiling up at his Sacrifice. He tenderly began cleaning and wrapping up his wounds, gently rubbing at his arms in comfort once done with most of the once quickly patched up wounds.
He placed all of the old bandages on the floor besides him, either not caring or not minding that the blood-stained cloth marred his wooden floor. "Your mother...does she do this often? You usually have wounds that I know you haven't gotten from our battles." He allowed his words to trail off. He didn't want to make the boy enclosed and uncomfortable. "I'm your Fighter. You can tell me anything. Remember that, Ritsuka. I love you." Though his words of love sounded more timid and whispered, even to Soubi's own ears. This sent a sigh through him.
"If your mother wasn't behind them all, and you were injured in a battle, then please punish me, Ritsuka. I haven't been protecting you as I should. I've realized this..." He continued, finishing up with his bandaging.
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Posted: Wed Mar 08, 2006 3:55 pm
Natsuo twitched with the pokes, trying to shrink away from those teasing fingers. Once his sacrifice turned about, Natsuo's fingers reached up for the zipper. He couldn't help the small smirk that formed on his lips at Youji's groan. What could he say? It felt good to be needed even for the little things. Besides, Youji was so cute when he got frustrated. "Calm down, 'Ji. I got it--" he said as he pulled down the zipper revealing the other's beautiful, untainted skin beneath it. Removing his sacrifice's shirt, Natsuo reached out his hand, trailing a light finger up and down Youji's bare spine. "You're so pretty, Ji-chan," he murmured.
After a few silent moments passed, Natsuo realized what he was doing. He blushed furiously and looked away from the other boy's bare back. "Here," he said abruptly, reaching around Youji's frame to place a green nightshirt in his empty hand. "Sorry, Youji. I got carried away," he apologized, slipping back into the use of a more formal tone even though the two were alone in their room.
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Posted: Wed Mar 08, 2006 4:10 pm
Youji smiled and giggled at the other's movements. He smiled as he blushed, feeling the zipper of his shirt come down. Only to blush again as the other complimented his back. Giggling as the fighter's finger tips ran down his back's spine he tiwtchd to turn around his bare upper body was untouched as the rest of him, since he went though more mental then physical pain training.
He looked with a hurt exression towards Natsuo. "Tsun-chan?" He questioned wanting the other to turn and look at him. Gripping the green nightshirt he blushed looking to the floor. "Are you mad at me?" Questioning his formal tone before, they were alone in their room so why did Tsun-chan turn over to such a formal manner of speech?
He wondered if asking the other to do such a simple task had made him angry or something of the sort. He desparately wished to know this.
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Posted: Wed Mar 08, 2006 7:51 pm
Natsuo heard Youji questioning him, but the redhead didn't turn his head immediately; he didn't want the other to see his blush-stained cheeks. However, at the mention of him being mad at the other, the warcraft whipped his head back around to look at the pretty sacrifice. A hand reached up and gently tilted the other's face upward so his widened emerald hue could gaze into those hurt golden ones. He let his fingers tuck loose green strands behind Youji's ear before slipping his arms around his soulmate's frame in a loving hug. Nuzzling his cheek against the other boy's, the auburn-haired fighter spoke softly into his ear, "I'm not mad, ok? So, don't worry. I can't ever be really mad at you. What kind of fighter would I be if I was?"
Now, Natsuo normally wouldn't be this affectionate in public. Today was an exception, probably because he was so thrilled that Youji loved him back. Of course, he wouldn't refuse an order to be affectionate in public, but he just liked this better. Being away where no one could see... no one could judge or say Zero can't feel. He certainly felt something beyond duty to his sacrifice.
Placing a kiss on the green-haired youth's temple, Natsuo continued, "I'm just sorry I got carried away is all, Ji-chan. Nagisa-sensei wouldn't want me touching you. She'd say I wasn't being proper or something..." Since when did he listen to Nagisa? For some reason, Natsuo was still unable to escape what she could do to him... every thing she had done to him. He didn't feel safe. What was more, he didn't feel Youji was safe, either. But he'd never share that with Youji. He really would die for the beautiful boy he held onto before he let the other know he wasn't sure he could protect him forever. Arm loosening noticeably around Youji's waist, Natsuo was in dire need of his sacrifice to do something. He felt too serious and worried.
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Posted: Thu Mar 09, 2006 6:45 pm
Youji's golden hued eyes smiled a bit as his hand came up to brush along side Natsuo's cheek. He was suddenly pulled into a loving hug and sank into it willingly. "T-tsun-chan..." He whispered smiling as he nuzzled closely to the other. Ears twitched slightly atop his head as he heard the other's tender spoken words.
"I know...but-" Cut off by the other's explain for his formality he blushed, smirking. "Since when have you started listening to that woman?" He added distasteful flavor in stating it was Nagisa-sensei. He detested that woman with the flames of a thousand suns. The way she'd hurt his beloved Natsuo so much, he'd never forgive her.
His small arms wrapped around the other's waist his head leaning on his shoulder. It was strange, for a sacrifice to feel the obilgation to protect his fighter. It wasn't his place but in the past and present Natsuo had done so much for him, and he wanted to give him the same. Loving him, was that enough? He could only wonder. But everytime Nagisa threaened to separate them he'd work his butt off, he'd worked to the bone just to stay alongside the other.
Straying from his own wandering mind he'd notice the other's serious expression he smirked looking up to him. "Tsun-chan...let's go to bed..." He parted from his warcraft's loving embrace and retreated towards the bed to ull on the nightshirt, and tae his pants off. Sitting on the bed, he turned giggling a bit holding a pillow very close to his small figure. A michievously playful smile hidden behind the pillow, golden hues looking towards his partner.
{Sorry it took so long! Now to repost Demi's reply!}
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Posted: Thu Mar 09, 2006 9:49 pm
Ritsuka stayed silent for a moment tolerating the stinging of the medicine. "Really?" He questioned wondering if it was rally ok to except such a gift. He smiled a bit towards the fighter and after his bandages were finished he nodded in thanks. Silence followed after Soubi questioned him about his mother's actions.
He shook his head in response, his black locks carried along with his movements. "N-no...she, she just can't remember me." He spoke softly. The truth was, she went into a downward spiral after Seimei's death she accused Ritsuka of not being---well, Ritsuka. Claiming that the old Ritsuka has disappeared and the Ritsuka of the present is an impostor. His arms wrapped around Soubi's neck as his violet hues closed slowly. "I know---" That word again...love. How exactly was he supposed to respond to the fighter's words? He was only 12, was he really supposed to know the extent of that word?!
Realizing the sigh escape from the other he looked at him with concern. "What's wro-?" The youth questioned but was cut off by Soubi's questioning. "Eh, No. I won't punish you" His brow quirked wondering why he'd even think he'd do that. "Why should I, you rotect me all the time. You do a great job Soubi." His ears lowered at the thought, wondering if his brother had done suc a thing to Soubi when he was still living. "Uh, Soubi? Did...did Seimei-" He couldn't come to finish his sentence and looked away.
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Posted: Fri Mar 10, 2006 3:57 pm
Natsuo's serious expression broke into a small grin at the way the sacrifice spat out his sentence in reference to Nagisa. "Oh, I don't know when. Never?" This, of course, was a reckless lie. Natsuo always listened to Nagisa when she trained him after that incident. He couldn't afford not to. She held too much power over the young fighter for him to deny her. However, as far as he was concerned... at that moment, he could have braved whatever punishment she threw at him. After all, now he knew Youji loved him... A serious look came back to his countenance, though he was inwardly smiling.
With the smirk and change of topic, Natsuo snapped out of it. Following the other Zero to the bed, Natsuo climbed over his sitting partner. His ears perked up with the giggle and he eyed his sacrifice skeptically. Youji always giggled when he was either up to something or Natsuo had done something forward. And since he hadn't made a move on the golden-eyed boy, it had to be the former. "Eh, what are you giggling about, 'Ji?" he asked, flopping his frame down on the other side of Youji, now between the seated youth and the wall. He could always swap places later. Natsuo lied back against the pillow and stared up at the other with a sole emerald hue.
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Posted: Fri Mar 10, 2006 5:08 pm
Youji's golden hues looked over that pillow at every move made by the auburn haired youth. He giggled once more as a reply to the other's question. "He he." He huggd the pillow closer and then loosend it once he found the other on the bed by him. Turning his gaze over his shoulder he pounced the other and attacked him with the pillow. "Lighten up Tsun-chan!" He yelled giggling as he bombarded his fighter with the soft pillows. After all, all he wished was for Natsuo to smile and laugh---but only for him. He was stengy like that.
{guminasen for the wait! crying }
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Posted: Fri Mar 10, 2006 6:00 pm
Natsuo's quiet state was immediately shattered as that soft pillow hit him in the head with a flump. He just knew Youji wasn't going to lie and sleep with him just yet. He could feel the pressure of his playful sacrifice on his chest as the other giggled. A mischievious grin painted his lips now to counter the other's. Arms went up to protect himself from the constant bombardment Youji hit him with. "Ahhhhh!" he yelled playfully, grabbing a pillow and returning the fire.
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Posted: Fri Mar 10, 2006 8:26 pm
Youji smirked looking down at his fighter with a light assortment of chuckles. "Tsun-chan!" He giggled as he was hit back and fell off the bed. "Neya!" He chuckled the covers poured on his small figure, the covers moved as he struggled in them giggling.
{Sorry it's on the short sideO.O}
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Posted: Fri Mar 10, 2006 8:34 pm
Natsuo grinned as he crawled smoothly off the bed. "Ne, Ji-chan, want some help in those blankets?" he asked with a chuckle. He straddled his struggling sacrifice and tickled his sides through the comforter. "I think Youji's ticklish!" he teased.
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Posted: Fri Mar 10, 2006 9:58 pm
Youji couldn't help but laugh, Natsuo's antics were so unlike him and it was funny! But it was a good thing, he was happy now right? He was having fun, both of them-were without hurting someone in the process! He giggled as his sides were tickled, he didn't know if it was because he was ticklish or because he was having so much fun----maybe it was just to humor himself and Tsun-chan? Who cares! He thought with a big grin as he wringed underneath his fighter. "He he...Tsun-chan~" Taking the pillow, he's hit the other in the head repeatedly with the pillow as he laughed, "S-s-stop 'Tsun! He he." He wanted to tickle him back now! No fair he was being tickle attacked.
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Posted: Sat Mar 11, 2006 7:58 pm
Soubi twitched at the mention of Seimei, faltering a bit in his task of tidying up the first-aid box. He hesitated a bit before giving a small, stiff, nod. "My master punished me when it was required." He said, failing to mention that his beatings weren't always required. However, in Soubi's mind, they were.
In his mind, he though he deserved every bit of pain his Sacrifice gave him. "If I am in need of punishment, Ritsuka, it is your job to put me in my place. Don't forget. Your now my master. I am your servent, your slave. You mustn't allow me to act so foolishly." This was all spoken with a bit of pain. Soubi didn't want Ritsuka to be like that. But he knew it was necessary. He was trained to deal with the pain anyway.
"I cannot even protect you from your mother, Ritsuka. This isn't acceptable of a Fighter." Throughout his announcement, Soubi went back to fixing up the bandages and disinfectant casually. If he was on mute, you'd think he was asking the boy about his day, or what he'd have for breakfast. Not about something so critical.
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Posted: Sun Mar 12, 2006 12:15 pm
"Hey!" he laughed and caught the hand that held the bombarding pillow in his own as he fell off of Youji's frame. Unfortunately for Natsuo, he couldn't disobey a direct order whether Youji had meant it that way or not. His tickling hands immediately stopped, leaving him quite vulnerable to whatever his sacrifice wanted to do to him.
[[sorry for the shortness!]]
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Posted: Tue Mar 14, 2006 3:55 am
What? Ritsuka's eys widened a bit as he wondered---what could Soubi have done to deserve such a 'punishment'. He wanted to ask the question, Why. But the words wouldn't come out, it was probably best he didn't get into a conversation with Seimei being the subject of discussion. It was realized that between the two they shared comletely different relationships with the passed Beloved, Seimei.
Again his eyes widened when his partner utterd such words of pain, "But-" His head lowered as ears folded downward. "Your not a my slave or servant, Soubi---And if that's...if that's what kind of relationship I have with you- then I don't need it at all." Ritsuka eyes were filled with hurt, he never wanted to OWN Soubi, just---just be his friend; and maybe inside he wanted more. But how could his position as a sacrifice be so...so cruel!? Master...servant...slave, Soubi had spoke such words of a different level; the poor 6 th grader didn't know what was going on right now.
Maybe he shouldn't have come? How could they be in a situation so medevial? Servants and masters never had any sort of connection between them like Ritsuka felt with his fighter. They laughed, cried, played and did all types of things together! Wasn't that blasting completely out of the field of those classes of status?!
Though overlooking questioning he turned to Soubi and a gentle hand came up to cup the other's cheek, violet hues staring into the older male's blue ones."Soubi...You do everything and probably more then what you can to protect me, how could I do something so rash?" He asked with a concerned tone his brows furrowed as he tried to decifer the situation in his mind.
"I-I don't need your protection when it comes to her...between she and I, that's my battle to fight." Soubi wanted to rotect him just as much as Seimei had when he was alive, he couldn't have that. He needed to do this on his own! "You don't have to protect me all the time---let me do somehting for you too, ok?"
{Sona! I'll post to you when I get back home~~~SCHOOL CALLS! sweatdrop gonk crying }
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