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"You seem awefully calm about this."

He tossed the pill bottle at the younger hidden in the darkness of his basement bedroom. It was caught with precise accuracy, the bottle only rattling a bit when the teen closed his fingers over it.

"Turn on the light."

A simple command. The elder of the two obey and flooded the room with light at the simple flick of his wrist on the nearly unused light switch. He covered his eyes. The younger kept his open, his pupils dilating slowly and adjusting to the sudden surge of light. His head only throbbed more and he fought to keep from rolling onto his stomach and burying his face in the cool darkness of his pillow. Such a human urge. He was beginning to feel like a lowly person, a person no better than his Fighter or that dammed...monster. With each passing day...he had to get a hold on himself.

"Aren't you going to take it? I went through so much trouble to get them for you."

He knew the words would earn him a glare from the younger, which was exactly what he recieved.

"What if you poisoned them?"

His voice was a low growl. His mind ran through the list of symptoms again and again. Headaches. Paranoia. Delusions. Hallucinations. Voices. He'd always been paranoid, of course. He wouldn't trust anyone. He quite literally gave up that ability years ago. How many had it been? Three? The third anniversary was coming up, wasn't it? Not that it was anything to celebrate. It was quite the opposite. He would probably 'celebrate' by locking himself away from the others. Nobody would dare bother him on that day. They all knew, even the old woman and her college age virgin nephew. His Fighter, on the other hand...there was a good chance he'd try to spite him.

The university student scoffed.

"Do you really think I would?"

No, it wasn't the younger he wanted to kill. He was the one he wanted the attention from. He was the one he preformed for, the one he had the utmost urge to please greatly. If the teen told him to kill, he would bring back the throat of the victim just to show him how well he'd strove for even a small smirk from his Sacrifice, would kill just for his attention. He couldn't feel love-but this was the closest he'd ever get to it.

"Yes."

It was a definite and sure answer. The Sacrifice didn't even have to voice his order as he held out the small pill to his Fighter. He knew what to do, and knew he would be harshly punished if he did not. He bowed his head in submission, hating having to do so, know that his Sacrifice expected him to behave exactly as that blank had. He'd show him. He was not a dog. He was the one who deserved control, not this...this brat of a teenager!

Part of him wanted to obey, though, because it meant attention from his Sacrifice. All his life, he'd been treated like royalty and now, his Sacrifice had control over him and ignored him in favor of his brat of a brother. He'd show him! He'd show that he was worth the attention! He'd get rid of that brat! Then it'd just be him, and there would be no one else to steal his full spotlight from him. He'd have the Beloved Sacrifice all to himself.

He'd be hurting that blank, as well, perhaps beyond repair. Stupid lunatic, cherishing a child over everything else. There was a reason the black haired university student was grateful he couldn't fall in love. That was one thing he had over that lunatic. He was too attached to someone, too willing to give everything for him, while his dark counterpart could kill without a second thought. The lunatic had developed human feelings in his time away from Beloved and with Loveless. The true Beloved Fighter, however, enjoyed the pointless killings and the heavy blood on his hands, if it was to please his Sacrifice. Agatsuma had gotten too close to Loveless. If he was torn from him, everything would fall apart with that lunatic. He'd no longer be able to go on living, would he?

The Fighter swallowed the pill dry, maintaining eye contact even as he grimaced at the feeling of the thing going down his throat without liquid to help it along. He watched as the tightly pressed scowl of his Sacrifice dissipated for a moment, the corners of his mouth turning upwards a bit, and then returning to the frown. The Fighter glowered in the thought of pleasing the younger.

"Leave now."

Another order, another simple one. The younger said it in such a way that the other didn't even think of disobeying. He left with only a nod, his thoughts occupied of how blindly in love Agatsuma was with the little brat. Poor lunatic. He didn't know what was coming to him.

Meanwhile, the younger laid back on the bed, wanting more than anything to curl up on the bed and moan in pain like a filthy human, like he'd been Soubi do so many times either when he was kicked in the stomach or when he was aroused and his master wouldn't allow him any release. Dogs in heat were the worst. The young man pushed that thought out of his mind, instead thinking of the very first time he'd heard the whispering and urges beginning in his head. Back then it had come with a headache, as well. Nevertheless, it was a nice memory. Ritsuka had noticed how sick his elder brother had looked and had immediately become 'Nurse Aoyagi'. That had been a few days before Ritsuka's twelfth birthday, a month before his beloved brother had 'died', and a day he often looked back to and felt some kind of happiness.

He wished he could go back to that. Would Ritsuka accept him? After knowing all the things his elder brother had done? Something told him Ritsuka wouldn't immediately take to him. He'd be afraid, unconsciously clinging to that dog, trying to hide behind him. He'd grown so attached to that dirty man. His brother couldn't blame him for that, though. Soubi took good care of him. He loved him. That much was obvious. Ritsuka needed someone strong and stable to love him. And Soubi understood, too, in ways that the older Aoyagi son, couldn't. He could help Ritsuka through this. At least that dog had proved himself useful for once.

Just a little teaser on what's to come~
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daeke0's avatar
Ahh such a tease, I need to know what's going on! XD