Harry Potter - Series Fan Fiction ❯ FATELESS ❯ THREE ( Chapter 3 )

“Soubi. Who are they?”

“New students, recommended by Ritsu-sensei personally. Itachi Hiruma and Millions Zaraki, named Fateless.”

“I see, and do they have a mark already.”

“Itachi does around his neck, but it‘s unknown if Millions does as well.”

“Hmmm. Let’s go greet the little kittens.”

“Yes Seimei.”

Verdant orbs blinked lazily as the Sentouki focused all his attention on his Sacrifice’s neck. For some reason the pale flesh always tasted like cranberries; he hated cranberries but he couldn’t stop licking the soft skin. Zaraki said nothing as his Fighter continued molesting his neck, just turned another page of his class manual. Ritsu-sama’s Psychology class sounded highly entertaining. Violet depths suddenly darkened as a feeling of wrong danced across his senses. Looking up from under nearly pink bangs the petite pre-teen caught sight of their target approaching. A slight twitch of his ears and Hiruma was wrapped around him tightly staring coldly at the Beloved Sacrifice. It was only Zaraki’s hand clutching at his leg that kept him from snarling outright and ruining all of Ritsu-dono’s plans.

“Hello there, welcome to the school. I’m Aoiyagi Seimei.”

“My Sacrifice, don’t touch.”

Seimei watched as the feminine Sacrifice pressed back into his fighter’s embrace, trembling faintly in fear. The tanned arms tightened, possessively protective of the smaller figure. Purple nails reached up to cling to a bared shoulder, tangling in black hair.

“I’m sorry, I didn’t intend to frighten you. This is my Sentouki Agatsuma Soubi.”

“Hn, Itachi Hiruma.”

“…Millions Zaraki…”

“Excuse us, we’re going to be late for class.”

“Bye bye.”

Itachi pulled Millions away from them, a scowl etched into his lips. Dark hunter orbs flickered with irritation as he kept a firm grip on his partners hand. Millions followed meekly, not saying a word to anyone they passed.

Hiruma paused a corridor away from Ritsu’s office, all his focus on Zaraki. The purple-eyed figure was trying everything to keep a lid on his anger. He had barely been able to keep from shaking in disgust at the sight of the Beloved Sacrifice. Hiruma had been forced to keep his hold on him, lest the tiny pre-teen attack the other Sacrifice himself. Once the last lingering student entered a room, Zaraki let himself go. Snarling in rage he began ripping through his bag searching for the large supply of disinfectant cloths he kept there.

“That nauseating peasant! How dare he! How dare he think himself better than Zaraki-sama! I should crush the disgusting insect myself! But that would ruin Ritsu-sama’s plans.”

Finding the wipes he started scrubbing at his hands and arms, Hiruma knelt down and taking a cloth started on his partner’s face and neck. Zaraki snarled again, he could feel the oily sensation of filth on his skin. He had to get it off, it was making him sick. By the time the near-pinkette felt mildly better, he had gone through nearly half of his supply.

“Zaraki-sama will need to bathe and bathe before I feel clean again. Now lets go meet Ritsu-sama.”

“Are you sure you’re ready? We can wait a few more minutes.”

“No, let’s go now. Before Zaraki-sama throws up. Zaraki-sama will kill that insect, the miserable trash claiming the title of Sacrifice.”

“Yeah, I felt it too, no wonder Ritsu-dono thinks he’s better off dead. He made my flesh crawl just being near him.”

Ritsu looked up at the knock on his office door. Closing his book he called out a soft ‘Come in.’ Blue eyes widened at the sight of the Fateless Sacrifice. The slender figure was wrapping gauze strips around his palms where bleeding crescents were imbedded into the flesh. Hiruma was keeping a close eye on the wounds, ears flat against his hair with dissatisfaction. Gesturing for the pair to take a seat he moved around the desk to hand the pinkette a first aid kit. Hiruma smiled at him gratefully and immediately started to clean and re-wrap his partners hands.

“I take it you just met Beloved?”

“That trash does not deserve the name of Sacrifice. He sullies the noble title and mocks its importance! Ritsu-sama! May Zaraki-sama kill him now?! Please?!”

“Not yet, Millions. Be patient a little longer.”

“Yes Ritsu-sama, if those are your orders.”

A tiny smirk crossed the blonds lips. Fateless was the perfect tool. They obeyed without question; in their eyes his word was Law. Hiruma set the kit back on the desk and nuzzled his partners neck, reassuring himself that the other was alright.

“Ritsu-dono, I completely understand why you think he’s better off dead. He makes my skin crawl. It’s obvious that even his Sentouki doesn’t like him.”

“Don’t say that.”

Both older males turned to look at the youngest in the room.

“I’m sorry?”

“Don’t call the blond Beloved. It’s not his Name.”

“How would you know that. It’s on his neck.”

“By force, those are knife marks” a slender hand moved to rest lightly against his stomach, “Zaraki-sama knows them well. His Name glows on his heart, not his neck.”

“You can see names?”

“Of course, can’t everyone?”

Hiruma fumed silently, someone had used a blade on HIS Sacrifice?! How dare they! He would find the bastards and make them pay dearly for even thinking of shedding his partner’s blood.

“Hiruma-kun, Zaraki-kun. I have a small request for you.”

“Of course Ritsu-dono, anything.”

“I need you to move forward the timeline of your task. I had believed that I was placing Soubi-kun in…proper hands. It appears I was wrong.”

“It shall be done Ritsu-sama. Aoiyagi Seimei will be dead by morning.”

“I’m pleased I can trust you Fateless.”

Fateless stood and left with a bow, there was much planning that had to be completed. After all, they had a slaughter to commit.

Bye, bye Beloved.