Loveless Fan Fiction ❯ To Love and To Be Loved ❯ Nothing Like Roses ( Chapter 3 )
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By: Sleep Remedy 
Ritsuka and Ritsu come to an understanding.
(edited 12/8/2010)
Anime/Manga: Loveless Fan Fiction | Genre(s): Romance / Psychological / Occult / Hentai / Drama / Angst | Type: Yaoi | Uploaded On: 11.05.2006 | Updated On: 12.08.2010 | Pages: 2 | Words: 1.8K | Visits: 422 | Status: Work In Progress
Ritsuka and Ritsu come to an understanding.
(edited 12/8/2010)
Anime/Manga: Loveless Fan Fiction | Genre(s): Romance / Psychological / Occult / Hentai / Drama / Angst | Type: Yaoi | Uploaded On: 11.05.2006 | Updated On: 12.08.2010 | Pages: 2 | Words: 1.8K | Visits: 422 | Status: Work In Progress
'My mistress' eyes are nothing like the sun;
Coral is far more red than her lips' red;
If snow be white, why then her breasts are dun;
If hairs be wires, black wires grow on her head.
I have seen roses damask'd, red and white,
But no such roses see I in her cheeks;
And in some perfumes is there more delight
Than in the breath that from my mistress reeks.
I love to hear her speak, yet well I know
That music hath a far more pleasing sound.
I grant I never saw a goddess go;
My mistress, when she walks, treads on the ground.
And yet, by heaven, I think my love as rare
As any she belied with false compare.'
- Sonnet # 130
By Sir William Shakespeare.
- Loveless: Ritsuka : 14 -
((One Year Later – School For Fighters; Angora))
“ 'My mistress' eyes are nothing like the sun...' ” I whispered, as Ritsu whipped about to bore into the back of my head with those eyes that could be as sharp as knives, if he so wished it. Slowly turning back to the poor terrified girl sitting in the lone chair before his huge mahogany desk, he asked her once more...
“Why do you refuse to work with Sakura-chan?” His voice was cold as titanium steel and just about as strong. No wonder that the cute kid was trembling in her worn out sneakers.
“I ... just don't like her! She's really mean!” the girl squeaked, still holding onto that last thread of dignity.
“ 'Coral is far more red than her lips' red...' “ I recited again, only pretending to read from my old worn copy of Shakespeare's sonnets. I had long ago memorized all of the more enjoyable poems within.
Ritsu made a point of ignoring my subtle view on the subject. According to him, I was just too young and ill-adjusted to this life of mine to really understand why such young children had to be forced together with one another.
“That is no excuse! Would you really alienate the one who is matched to you by the stars?” he asked, seemingly enraged, though I knew he was probably far more exasperated than irate. I had heard him make the same speech to the same kids over and over from my place on his leather upholstered couch.
“But!” the child tried to reason, tears now gathering in her eyes. “It's just ...”
Here it came. I had also heard this exclamation from a hundred children's mouths. Under my breath, I whispered, “I have seen roses damasked red and white...”
“I always saw myself with a boy sacrifice!” she cried, tears running down her face. It probably was not really that Sakura-chan was horribly mean. Hell, even I could take Ritsu's attitude most of the time. It was just that she had imagined herself with a knight and not a maiden.
“But no such roses see I in her cheeks,” I said, quite loudly. Walking over to the girl, I crouched down in front of her and wiped her tears away with a handkerchief. “Yet, by heaven, I think my love as rare as any she belied with false compare,” I finished, smiling up at the bedazzled girl. “Do you understand?” I asked.
When she shook her head no, I said to her, “It means that, though your love is not what you wished it would be, it is still love and all love is precious. Don't you think so?” I smiled, brushing her frazzled hair out of her face. “Why don't you just try making peace with Sakura-chan? Don't think about loving her right now. That might come with time. Okay?” I asked.
Her face lit up with a smile. “Yeah! Ritsuka-kun!” she smiled, jumping off her chair when I made a dismissive gesture and making her escape through a crack in the huge double doors.
“Humph! I'm starting to think you're gunning for my job,” Ritsu grumbled from behind his desk, playfully. He was already back to work, though I could tell he was still a little miffed. I had stolen his steam and his authority. He hated it, but he had to follow his own lessons and do what I said, most of the time. After all, I was his sacrifice. His master.
“You have to admit that that was much easier and hassle free than it normally would have been,” I said, not really putting any effort behind it. Besides, he was not really angry, just miffed. If he was really angry, I would know, because I wouldn't have even been dignified with a response.
“Ritsu?” I questioned when he did not answer me. Oh, dear. When he did not answer to that, I could tell he was really going from irritated to angry. And, we all know, that is only a step away from enraged. For such an emotionless guy, he often tended towards the drama queen.
Throwing my dignity out the window, I came around to his side of the desk and plopped myself down on the plush carpet, resting one hand high on his thigh. He stopped typing, but he still would not look at me. Knowing that I was making headway, I scooted myself in under the desk and made myself comfortable right there between his legs. Finally, he paid me some attention.
Pushing his chair back, Ritsu looked down at me with an amused expression.
“And, just what do you think you're doing down there, dearest?” he asked.
When I smirked up at him, he reached down and grasped me under my arms, lifting me up onto his lap, kissing me passionately.
I could not really compare his kisses to Soubi's. Ritsu's kisses were much too different from Soubi's. Rather than making me think of food, Ritsu kisses made me think of far off places and moist wooded forests, where the peace of untouched nature seeps into your soul. I have never been able to explain why. I suppose that it is just different, depending on who you kiss.
He kissed me deep and he kissed me hard and that vague fear I had of his larger size and experience vanished in the blissful peace that always came with his kisses. Our names, our souls resonated with one another and all the pain and anxiousness disappeared, replaced by a painful numbness.
As for what was going on elsewhere, his roaming hands were practically trying to tear off my shirt, so I simply saved them the trouble, pulling the dark t-shirt up over my head.
“Ritsuka...” Ritsu sighed, going through his normal marveling. I supposed it was because he had not had any lovers since Soubi left, that he was always so horny, but that did not stop me from hating his libido.
While he was kissing and sucking my, well, just about everything, all over his desk, that stupid sonnet ran through my head. 'In some perfumes there is more pleasure than from the reek of my mistress' breath...' Ritsu smelled like onions today. Something he loved, but I hated. I always offered to make his lunches for him just so that I would not have to taste onions in his mouth almost daily. Still, he always refused. I believe just because he wanted to torture me with all of his bitter and nasty foods.
'I love to hear her speak...' ran the line, in perfect iambic pentameter, as I stared at a water mark on the plaster ceiling. 'Yet, well I know that music has a far more pleasing sound...'
“Ah!” all other thoughts were wiped from my mind, as his mouth enclosed on that. God, I never really got over that amazing feeling that just wiped out everything else that was going on in your mind. “Mmm, Ritsu...” I groaned, tossing my head, as his tongue explored all over. “Ah...”
“Ritsuka,” Ritsu stated, reaching up to grasp the back of my head by my hair and forcing me to focus my gaze on his face. He wore such an intense look, it reminded me of the last night that I had seen Soubi. How long ago...?
“Ritsuka, I love you,” Ritsu said firmly. “What do you feel for me, Ritsuka?” I could not really focus. What was he talking about?
“And, yet, I believe my love as rare as any she belied with false compare...” I whispered, vainly trying to avoid the subject.
“Ritsuka!” he shouted in my face, suddenly becoming angry and shaking me. I did not flinch, though. This was too important a subject for me to shrink from it in fear.
“I mean, that I think this love is as flawed as any I have ever seen, but it's also just as real.” There. I had stated it. Quite plainly, I thought.
“Ritsuka...” his demeanor immediately switched and he was like all the other Romeos that have existed from the beginning of time. “You don't know... I mean, thank you,” he said, trying to regain his composure.
“I don't ... enjoy this love. In fact, I hate it, but it's there, isn't it? You're always saying it is and I never really agreed with you, but it really is. I don't know... I don't know...” I sighed, looking away and feeling my face go slack as it often did when I found a subject especially displeasing. I did not want to give up on my rose colored days of the past just yet. But, Ritsu was forcing me too.
“I know... I'm sorry, Ritsuka,” Ritsu apologized. I think that was the first time that I ever heard him apologize for our situation.
Feeling somewhat touched, I reached out and rested my hand on my lover's back. Really, he was in pain, as well, was he not? While he was nearly as emotionless as a fish with his moods and his passive aggressive assertion of his authority, I was emotionally detached, stubborn, distant, and just generally unpleasant most of the time.
Thinking of that, I also said, “I'm sorry, too. Do you think ... we can fix this?” I asked hopefully. Perhaps we could still salvage this peaceful feeling.
Ritsu smiled large and wild, that touch of sorrow in his eyes that he swore was not there. “Of course, my dearest,” he responded.
Coral is far more red than her lips' red;
If snow be white, why then her breasts are dun;
If hairs be wires, black wires grow on her head.
I have seen roses damask'd, red and white,
But no such roses see I in her cheeks;
And in some perfumes is there more delight
Than in the breath that from my mistress reeks.
I love to hear her speak, yet well I know
That music hath a far more pleasing sound.
I grant I never saw a goddess go;
My mistress, when she walks, treads on the ground.
And yet, by heaven, I think my love as rare
As any she belied with false compare.'
- Sonnet # 130
By Sir William Shakespeare.
- Loveless: Ritsuka : 14 -
((One Year Later – School For Fighters; Angora))
“ 'My mistress' eyes are nothing like the sun...' ” I whispered, as Ritsu whipped about to bore into the back of my head with those eyes that could be as sharp as knives, if he so wished it. Slowly turning back to the poor terrified girl sitting in the lone chair before his huge mahogany desk, he asked her once more...
“Why do you refuse to work with Sakura-chan?” His voice was cold as titanium steel and just about as strong. No wonder that the cute kid was trembling in her worn out sneakers.
“I ... just don't like her! She's really mean!” the girl squeaked, still holding onto that last thread of dignity.
“ 'Coral is far more red than her lips' red...' “ I recited again, only pretending to read from my old worn copy of Shakespeare's sonnets. I had long ago memorized all of the more enjoyable poems within.
Ritsu made a point of ignoring my subtle view on the subject. According to him, I was just too young and ill-adjusted to this life of mine to really understand why such young children had to be forced together with one another.
“That is no excuse! Would you really alienate the one who is matched to you by the stars?” he asked, seemingly enraged, though I knew he was probably far more exasperated than irate. I had heard him make the same speech to the same kids over and over from my place on his leather upholstered couch.
“But!” the child tried to reason, tears now gathering in her eyes. “It's just ...”
Here it came. I had also heard this exclamation from a hundred children's mouths. Under my breath, I whispered, “I have seen roses damasked red and white...”
“I always saw myself with a boy sacrifice!” she cried, tears running down her face. It probably was not really that Sakura-chan was horribly mean. Hell, even I could take Ritsu's attitude most of the time. It was just that she had imagined herself with a knight and not a maiden.
“But no such roses see I in her cheeks,” I said, quite loudly. Walking over to the girl, I crouched down in front of her and wiped her tears away with a handkerchief. “Yet, by heaven, I think my love as rare as any she belied with false compare,” I finished, smiling up at the bedazzled girl. “Do you understand?” I asked.
When she shook her head no, I said to her, “It means that, though your love is not what you wished it would be, it is still love and all love is precious. Don't you think so?” I smiled, brushing her frazzled hair out of her face. “Why don't you just try making peace with Sakura-chan? Don't think about loving her right now. That might come with time. Okay?” I asked.
Her face lit up with a smile. “Yeah! Ritsuka-kun!” she smiled, jumping off her chair when I made a dismissive gesture and making her escape through a crack in the huge double doors.
“Humph! I'm starting to think you're gunning for my job,” Ritsu grumbled from behind his desk, playfully. He was already back to work, though I could tell he was still a little miffed. I had stolen his steam and his authority. He hated it, but he had to follow his own lessons and do what I said, most of the time. After all, I was his sacrifice. His master.
“You have to admit that that was much easier and hassle free than it normally would have been,” I said, not really putting any effort behind it. Besides, he was not really angry, just miffed. If he was really angry, I would know, because I wouldn't have even been dignified with a response.
“Ritsu?” I questioned when he did not answer me. Oh, dear. When he did not answer to that, I could tell he was really going from irritated to angry. And, we all know, that is only a step away from enraged. For such an emotionless guy, he often tended towards the drama queen.
Throwing my dignity out the window, I came around to his side of the desk and plopped myself down on the plush carpet, resting one hand high on his thigh. He stopped typing, but he still would not look at me. Knowing that I was making headway, I scooted myself in under the desk and made myself comfortable right there between his legs. Finally, he paid me some attention.
Pushing his chair back, Ritsu looked down at me with an amused expression.
“And, just what do you think you're doing down there, dearest?” he asked.
When I smirked up at him, he reached down and grasped me under my arms, lifting me up onto his lap, kissing me passionately.
I could not really compare his kisses to Soubi's. Ritsu's kisses were much too different from Soubi's. Rather than making me think of food, Ritsu kisses made me think of far off places and moist wooded forests, where the peace of untouched nature seeps into your soul. I have never been able to explain why. I suppose that it is just different, depending on who you kiss.
He kissed me deep and he kissed me hard and that vague fear I had of his larger size and experience vanished in the blissful peace that always came with his kisses. Our names, our souls resonated with one another and all the pain and anxiousness disappeared, replaced by a painful numbness.
As for what was going on elsewhere, his roaming hands were practically trying to tear off my shirt, so I simply saved them the trouble, pulling the dark t-shirt up over my head.
“Ritsuka...” Ritsu sighed, going through his normal marveling. I supposed it was because he had not had any lovers since Soubi left, that he was always so horny, but that did not stop me from hating his libido.
While he was kissing and sucking my, well, just about everything, all over his desk, that stupid sonnet ran through my head. 'In some perfumes there is more pleasure than from the reek of my mistress' breath...' Ritsu smelled like onions today. Something he loved, but I hated. I always offered to make his lunches for him just so that I would not have to taste onions in his mouth almost daily. Still, he always refused. I believe just because he wanted to torture me with all of his bitter and nasty foods.
'I love to hear her speak...' ran the line, in perfect iambic pentameter, as I stared at a water mark on the plaster ceiling. 'Yet, well I know that music has a far more pleasing sound...'
“Ah!” all other thoughts were wiped from my mind, as his mouth enclosed on that. God, I never really got over that amazing feeling that just wiped out everything else that was going on in your mind. “Mmm, Ritsu...” I groaned, tossing my head, as his tongue explored all over. “Ah...”
“Ritsuka,” Ritsu stated, reaching up to grasp the back of my head by my hair and forcing me to focus my gaze on his face. He wore such an intense look, it reminded me of the last night that I had seen Soubi. How long ago...?
“Ritsuka, I love you,” Ritsu said firmly. “What do you feel for me, Ritsuka?” I could not really focus. What was he talking about?
“And, yet, I believe my love as rare as any she belied with false compare...” I whispered, vainly trying to avoid the subject.
“Ritsuka!” he shouted in my face, suddenly becoming angry and shaking me. I did not flinch, though. This was too important a subject for me to shrink from it in fear.
“I mean, that I think this love is as flawed as any I have ever seen, but it's also just as real.” There. I had stated it. Quite plainly, I thought.
“Ritsuka...” his demeanor immediately switched and he was like all the other Romeos that have existed from the beginning of time. “You don't know... I mean, thank you,” he said, trying to regain his composure.
“I don't ... enjoy this love. In fact, I hate it, but it's there, isn't it? You're always saying it is and I never really agreed with you, but it really is. I don't know... I don't know...” I sighed, looking away and feeling my face go slack as it often did when I found a subject especially displeasing. I did not want to give up on my rose colored days of the past just yet. But, Ritsu was forcing me too.
“I know... I'm sorry, Ritsuka,” Ritsu apologized. I think that was the first time that I ever heard him apologize for our situation.
Feeling somewhat touched, I reached out and rested my hand on my lover's back. Really, he was in pain, as well, was he not? While he was nearly as emotionless as a fish with his moods and his passive aggressive assertion of his authority, I was emotionally detached, stubborn, distant, and just generally unpleasant most of the time.
Thinking of that, I also said, “I'm sorry, too. Do you think ... we can fix this?” I asked hopefully. Perhaps we could still salvage this peaceful feeling.
Ritsu smiled large and wild, that touch of sorrow in his eyes that he swore was not there. “Of course, my dearest,” he responded.