Loveless Fan Fiction ❯ FATELESS ❯ TWO ( Chapter 2 )

“Zaraki?”

“Hmmm?”

“What’s that on your head?”

“This? Zaraki-sama’s had that forever. Zaraki-sama got it when the laughing man killed my parents.”

“I don’t like it. Our name should be the only mark on you.”

“It bothers Zaraki-sama as well. Would Ritsu-sama remove it?”

“I’m sure if we asked, Ritsu-dono could do something about it.”

“Hmmm.”

The conversation ended there as the red haired child absently rubbed at the lightening bolt just above his eyebrow. It wasn’t until later when the blond male entered the room that the strange mark was even thought of. Zaraki was rubbing at the split skin, a frown on his lips.

“Zaraki? Is something bothering you?”

“Yes, this mark irritates Zaraki-sama greatly. Does Ritsu-sama know how to make it go away?”

“Of course, I’ll set a date for the surgery.”

“Oh! A million thank yous Ritsu-sama!”

“Thank you Ritsu-dono. I don’t like seeing any scars on Zaraki that I didn’t make.”

“As I was saying, here are the papers you need to sign to transfer to the school. I expect you to do well. After all, it was my recommendation that got you in.”

Smiles seeping with malicious intent spread across the faces of the pair named Fateless. Dark glee flickered behind hunter green orbs, while sadistic joy made royal purple glow.

“Of course Ritsu-sama, it would be our pleasure. Isn‘t that right Hiruma-kun?”

“Absolutely Zaraki, who would you like us to put in their proper place first, Ritsu-dono?”

“There is a Sacrifice that is causing me immense trouble, his name is Aoyagi Seimei - better known as Beloved.”

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“Who are you? You must be new here. I’m Ai, this is Midori.”

The taller figure had short black locks that brushed his neck, obscuring dark emerald eyes. His onyx ears and tail flicked with annoyance as a bare foot scuffed at the loose dirt; he shoved one hand in the pocket of his baggy black jeans. He didn’t wear anything else, proudly displaying the scar making up his name for all to see. The other arm was wrapped around the waist of a petite red haired pre-teen. Pink tinted ears were held down under the weight of a purple mau cap. A loose purple button up shirt completely fastened and pristine white jeans that clung tightly to slim legs, layered over black sneakers; a single silver cuff around the left wrist and a black messenger bag shaped like a heart were the purple-eyed figures only possessions.

“Itachi Hiruma, this is my Sacrifice. Don’t touch.”

His ear was tugged gently by a slim hand bearing purple painted nails. A small frown of displeasure tugged at the redhead’s purple lips. Hiruma winced slightly and nuzzled the nearly pink strands beneath his chin in apology.

“Hello Ai-san, Midori-san. This one is Millions Zaraki, it’s nice to meet a fellow named pair.”

“Oh? How could you tell we have the same name?”

“Ai-san clings to Midori-san while keeping her distance. Zaraki would guess that Ai-san is the Sentouki, and Midori-san is the Sacrifice.”

“That’s right, we’re Breathless by the way.”

“Nice to meet you Breathless. Hiruma-kun, we’re going to be late.”

“Ah, sayonara.”

“Bye, Breathless.”

Before they could say anything, the new pair had walked away. A few halls away Hiruma grinned as the friendly smile instantly disappeared from the painted lips. Zaraki scowled and tugged his Fighter closer, orbs flashing with irritation and disgust.

“How dare those peasants! How dare they speak to ore-sama as if they were superior! Ritsu-sama is the only person better than Zaraki-sama!”

“What about me?”

“Don’t be foolish Hiruma-kun, you are the only one worthy of being Zaraki-sama’s equal. Why are you asking stupid questions?”

“Just checking my status.”

“Humph! Zaraki-sama must now bathe twice to get rid of the stench of weakling.”

The furious Sacrifice allowed his Fighter to stop and press him against the wall. Richly tanned arms wrapped around his slim waist and his neck was lapped at by a pierced tongue. Slowly his anger melted away under the soothing ministrations. With a sigh, indigo irises fell to half-mast and he leaned into Hiruma’s bare chest.

“Why can’t you let Zaraki-sama be angry?”

“Because then you ignore me.”

“Hiruma-kun is selfish.”

“That’s right, everything about you belongs to me. Your power, your body, even your emotions. It should all be focused on me and me alone.”

“Hmmm, your logic bothers me.”

“Zaraki? Hiruma? Is everything alright? You’re late for our meeting.”

“Sorry Ritsu-sama, Zaraki-sama was not feeling well.”

“Yeah, sorry Ritsu-dono. I thought you were going to fall over, can you stand now?”

“Yes, Zaraki-sama is fine.”

“Are you ill?”

“No, just a brief dizziness. Zaraki-sama gets them occasionally.”

“Very well. Now, I believe we have a meeting to start.”

“Of course Ritsu-dono.”

“Please lead the way Ritsu-sama.”

“Have the two of you given thought to what I’ve requested?”

“Yes, Zaraki-sama will do it.”

“Oh?”

“Yes, it’s the very least that Zaraki-sama can do to repay you for everything Ritsu-sama.”

“Agreed, whatever you require Ritsu-dono, shall be done.”

A nod and the barest hint of a smile were all Fateless needed as a response. The plans were being set in motion. Tomorrow morning they would bring themselves to the attention of Aoyagi Seimei.

And then, they would slaughter him.