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Memory ღ 8. [Accidental voice]

[The sound starts to play and at first there is only the soft creak of a bed spring, before a voice is heard over it.]

I miss Youji, Rit-kun...

I know, but he'll come, just be patient.

[Silence, then another shift on the bed.]

Hey, don't touch there! It feels weird...

It's so long and smooth. Rit-kun is always so nice feeling.

[The bed gives a louder creak, then Ritsuka yelps.]

Don't pull it! That hurts! Hiss!

Too rough? So cute~ How about this instead?

NATSUO!

[There's a loud thud when a book falls on top of the phone, then the feed cuts off.]

((A not as bad as it looks post done with Natsuo-mun. Natsuo = Purple.))

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Why? It's not a big deal. We're just friends, even Youji does it. You and Seimei to.

[He shrugs and puts the final bandage on him before moving on to fix up Natsuo's hands and face.]

[He silently begins to part Natsuo's hair to look for the damage to his scalp.]

Seimei and I aren't just friends. He is your brother, and I am your Fighter. It's inappropriate for friends to act like more than friends.

[He did agree about Seimei, that was no question, but the bit about fighters still left him a little confused. Ritsuka had always defined Soubi as a good friend.]

Soubi is more than just a good friends?

Yes. Fighters are friends, but they are also more. A friend will care for you and make you happy. But only I will give you my soul.

[He puts a bandage on Natsuo's cheek. This is all going a little over his head.]

Eh? What are you talking about? People can't take souls...

Will you give me some antiseptic Ritsuka?

[It looks like he's found the bleeding area. In response to Ritsuka's question, he smiles.]

A Sacrifice and a Fighter can give each other their souls. My soul is yours to do with as you please.

[He passes it over when he's done and puts the last of the bandages n the zero. He still looks a little confused.]

That sounds a little scary.

[He begins applying the antiseptic onto Natsuo's scalp, gently.]

It's the opposite. It will protect you.

So I have your soul right now and you have mine?

[He knew this wasn't all literal, but he just wanted a glimpse into how his fighters head worked.]

[He looks thoughtful for a moment.]

I can't ask you for your soul, Ritsuka. It's yours to give, not mine to take. Have you given it to me?

[He stares up at him looking completely confused. He opens his mouth, then closes it. Finally he seems to draw a conclusion.]

I have... no idea.

[He laughs.]

You can think more about that when you've come to understand what it means.

Tch, I don't think I'll ever get what Soubi talks about.

[But knowing Soubi, it was probably something perverted that he didn't want to know.]

Mm. I doubt that, Ritsuka. We've only known each other for a little while. As our bond strengthens, a lot will become more apparent.

[Meanwhile, he seems to be done with Natsuo's scalp, as much as he can be. He pauses for a moment, and then begins to unwrap the bandages around his own neck. The bottom layer is bloodstained, as it always is after he uses a spell. He takes the antiseptic and begins to clean his own cuts.]

It really has only been awhile...

[It felt so much longer. He watches Soubi with a thoughtful expression and then his eyes fall to the bloody letter on his neck.]

It's bleeding again... I can do it.

[He kneels in front of Soubi and gently takes hold of his wrist.]

Ritsuka -

[He doesn't fight as Ritsuka comes to help him with his bandages, but he's surprised. It still feels unimaginably strange for his Sacrifice to be helping him with something like his wounds. It's scary... but not wholly unwelcome. His body is still a bit stiff, but he lifts his chin to give Ritsuka better access to his throat.]

[He opens the top button of his shirt to keep any blood from dripping onto his clothes, then he picks up a clean cloth and puts some of the antiseptic on it.]

You're supposed to tell me when you've been injured.

[Ritsuka says softly as he gently cleans the wounds.]

[The feeling of Ritsuka's hands undoing the top button of his shirt makes his head go pleasantly warm - but only for a moment. He suppresses his feelings with an order: he must protect Ritsuka, not hurt him, at all costs. With this, his well-trained body and brain calm. He focuses on the sharp, pleasant sting of antiseptic.]

It's not a big deal. Natsuo was hurting himself more.

Why does it always start bleeding?

[That sting is the closest Soubi was going to get to receiving pain from this master and even that doesn't last too long. He finishes with the clean and pulls out from fresh bandages from the kit.]

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[He watches Ritsuka's progress without moving. He doesn't want to offend Ritsuka by trying to help out. His voice, when he answers, seems completely calm.]

Because I'm betraying the name by fighting.

[The small fingers stop working for a moment when he takes in that answer.]

Even though you were given to me...?

The name on my skin is still "Beloved". When I fight as part of Loveless, it betrays the name "Beloved".

[He quietly looks at the letters but doesn't say a word. Eventually his fingers finish their work.]

It's not too tight is it?

[He softly smooths out the edges then button ups Soubi's shirt.

It's perfect.

[Technically, that's a lie: Seimei would have beaten him if he had seen bandages applied in the pattern Ritsuka used. The layers are snug and perfect for sopping up blood, but they are wound at an angle, and that would never have been acceptable to Seimei. But it's Ritsuka who has done this, so in Soubi's eyes, it couldn't be more perfect. He smooths the side of Ritsuka's face with a hand.]

Thank you.

[Ritsuka had always focused more on covering and preventing a mess with the bandages. Neatness never really occurred to him, but never stopped him from letting Seimei take his time when applying bandages.]

Hn...

[He looks thoughtful again, before suddenly leaning in and placing a soft kiss over the bandages. Face red and eyes down cast, he quickly pulls away and heads for the door.]

I'm getting a snack, you want anything?

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Merry Christmas ♥

Oh, yes, happy Christmas! I'm surprised anyone but my fellow Heathens are tagging today.

Ha, nah, my fam did the big on xmas eve. Xmas day is do wateva u want and eat day!

That sounds lovely. Christmas for us is sit-inside-and-watch-Lord of the Rings-day.

That sounds awesome. XD

It was pretty nice. Except for when my cat peed on the rug in my room. :/

E-ew, was she sick or just bring a grinch?

Well, it was more like he was trying to assert dominance

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