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Cat’s-paw 03: Chains
PG-13
Ritsuka,
Summary: He was fifteen now. He felt more lonely and helpless than ever before.
The apartment was big and lavish, situated on the fifteenth floor of one of the many Hong Kong high risers. Ritsuka stood in front of the glass wall, staring at the myriad of lights in the ever alive city below.
He felt like a prisoner, a prisoner of his own promise.
Torn between the longing and love, loneliness and a dying hope, Ritsuka finally understood just how Soubi must have felt with all those conflicting orders pulling him in different directions.
Mey sat on the floor nearby, back to the glass, smoking another cigarette, her ash blond hair pulled back in a messy ponytail. She was still much too thin and her eyes were flat and vacant most of the time, but she ate and took care of herself at least.
Ritsuka let her smoke without comment, her mannerism reminding him of Soubi. It seemed that his every other thought was of the blond Fighter.
Was he still waiting?
Ritsuka glanced at his current Fighter.
Was Soubi even alive?
He concentrated on the bonds he formed. There was the relatively new, thin and so very fragile connection to Mey. Just enough to call her when needed. It was all he could offer and it was all the older woman would accept.
But there was another bond. Imaginary chains stretching from him into nothingness. He hoped, prayed, they connected him to Soubi.
After Seimei taught him to form bonds at will, Ritsuka started training himself at night, trying to create a bond with the absent Fighter. It was a hard and painful task. He meditated for hours on end, searching for something that would connect him to Soubi.
His mind kept coming back to the chains that restrained him during spell battle. They were strong, almost unbreakable and easiest to imagine.
So, he kept imagining them. Their weight, their taste, the sound the links make as they slid against each other. By now the image was engraved deep into his mind. However, he never knew if that connection ever reached Soubi.
“No contact Ritsuka. Not with Mother, not with your friends, not with Soubi. No calls, no letters. Nothing. Those are my rules.”
He was fifteen now. He felt more lonely and helpless than ever before.
He put his hand on the cold glass and closed his eyes.
“Soubi.” He whispered, imagining the heavy chain curling around him, clinking softly. These days, it was his only comfort.
He wondered if by trying to save one life he didn’t destroy another?
tbc
He felt like a prisoner, a prisoner of his own promise.
Torn between the longing and love, loneliness and a dying hope, Ritsuka finally understood just how Soubi must have felt with all those conflicting orders pulling him in different directions.
Mey sat on the floor nearby, back to the glass, smoking another cigarette, her ash blond hair pulled back in a messy ponytail. She was still much too thin and her eyes were flat and vacant most of the time, but she ate and took care of herself at least.
Ritsuka let her smoke without comment, her mannerism reminding him of Soubi. It seemed that his every other thought was of the blond Fighter.
Was he still waiting?
Ritsuka glanced at his current Fighter.
Was Soubi even alive?
He concentrated on the bonds he formed. There was the relatively new, thin and so very fragile connection to Mey. Just enough to call her when needed. It was all he could offer and it was all the older woman would accept.
But there was another bond. Imaginary chains stretching from him into nothingness. He hoped, prayed, they connected him to Soubi.
After Seimei taught him to form bonds at will, Ritsuka started training himself at night, trying to create a bond with the absent Fighter. It was a hard and painful task. He meditated for hours on end, searching for something that would connect him to Soubi.
His mind kept coming back to the chains that restrained him during spell battle. They were strong, almost unbreakable and easiest to imagine.
So, he kept imagining them. Their weight, their taste, the sound the links make as they slid against each other. By now the image was engraved deep into his mind. However, he never knew if that connection ever reached Soubi.
“No contact Ritsuka. Not with Mother, not with your friends, not with Soubi. No calls, no letters. Nothing. Those are my rules.”
He was fifteen now. He felt more lonely and helpless than ever before.
He put his hand on the cold glass and closed his eyes.
“Soubi.” He whispered, imagining the heavy chain curling around him, clinking softly. These days, it was his only comfort.
He wondered if by trying to save one life he didn’t destroy another?
tbc
