Bodyguard

Bodyguard
By: CrimsonFox
Warning: Shonen-ai
Disclaimer: Not my original creation

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Chapter 2: A Banquet and a Memory

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“I can’t believe you did that,” Ritsuka mumbled as they made their way to the limo outside.

“You were bound to see me naked either way,” Soubi’s smirk teased the shorter boy.

“That doesn’t mean that I have to see it now.”

“You’re just embarrassed that you were turned on by my nudity,” the blonde stopped them just before they could get in the vehicle, and held Ritsuka close to him, “If you would like, you can touch whatever it is that you want.”

“Stop that… idiot,” his violet eyes grew wide and he quickly slid into the stretch limousine.

“What do you think of the suit your brother picked out for me?”

“It’s nice,” he kept his eyes on the ground, away from the tall man in dark gray suit with a dress shirt to match his stunning sapphire eyes.

“Why not look again?”

“I don’t have to!”

“Ritsuka,” Soubi leaned forward to hold the smaller boy’s chin in his hand, “You are too beautiful.”

“Stop it!”

“Hm,” the full, soft lips brushed against the other’s mouth before pulling away.

*****

The banquet was underway when the two arrived almost an hour late.

“Ritsuka, good of you to finally show.”

“It’s not my fault, someone thought that it would be a good idea to be fashionably late,” he accused the taller man.

“Soubi,” Seimei sighed out, “now, really. Don’t you think you can stop trying to molest my brother long enough to just get him here on time? Kio’s right, you are a pervert.”

“I am not a pervert,” Soubi said calmly.

“Answer me this,” the knowing smirk was a little irritating to the blonde, “were you or were you not on top of my twelve year old brother in his bed?”

“Do you have other people watching me, too?” Ritsuka growled. He was getting tired of being watched like a criminal.

“No, dear brother, I just know my friend here very well. He was my bodyguard before I had him watch over you,” he informed.

“You were?”

“Yes.”

Grabbing the much taller man’s hand, he dragged him out into the hallway and whispered harshly, “Did you do the same things with Seimei that you do with me?”

A small smile graced Soubi’s lips as he ran the back of his hand over Ritsuka’s cheek to his chin to hold it firm as he leaned down to kiss him once again, “What ‘things’ are you talking about?”

“The-the… arg, you’re so infuriating!” Ritsuka shouted, the deep red staining his cheeks displaying his true feelings as he stormed back into the large dancing hall.

“Ah, Ritsuka, I’d like you to meet one of our investors, Dr. Shouko,” Seimei called his brother over to meet the woman with short brown hair in a long, flowing gown that made her look absolutely beautiful.

Ritsuka sighed, he was the only one in the room that still had his ears.

“Hello, Ritsuka, it’s very nice to meet you.”

“Yes, you too,” his façade was back. He could call upon his ‘inner child’ to act the innocent part that everyone wanted from him.

“Would you care to dance?” she smiled sweetly.

“Uh… sure,” he didn’t actually know how to dace, but it would seem rude to turn down one of his brother’s investors.

The song was slow, so the doctor pulled him to her chest and the two began to sway to the rhythm, but due to his short stature, Ritsuka only came up to the woman’s breast, where his head was forced to rest. He felt rather uncomfortable, and didn’t like the feel of being so completely pressed against this strange woman. After a few minutes the song ended and he was finally able to peel himself from the strangely clingy woman, but she held fast and gave him another tight hug before thanking him for such a fun dance.

“Um, it was nothing, really…”

“Ritsuka…”

“Soubi? What do you…?” the taller man just grabbed his arm and pulled him out on to the dance floor once more.

“Dance with me.”

“No, Soubi, stop it,” Ritsuka pulled away, “I don’t want to dance.”

The normally sharp cool eyes were soft, and Ritsuka could see the pain in the sparkling gems.

“I’m tired,” he made up an excuse.

“…”

“Let’s go eat,” he tugged on the much larger hand, and the normal gaze returned as he nodded.

*****

The rest of the night was much more subtle, Ritsuka talked to his brother and Soubi continued to let his gaze wander about the hall for a little while before landing on Ritsuka once again.

Many women continued to ask Soubi to dance through out the party, but he turned all of them down rather impolitely.

“Soubi! Don’t be so mean!” Ritsuka scolded.

“I wouldn’t want you to be jealous of some woman,” he assured, running his hand through the dark hair rather playfully, only barely grazing his ear, but just enough to send chills up the youth’s spine.

“S-stop that.”

“I love you, Ritsuka,” he leaned in again.

“Not in public,” he had to hold the taller man off at arm’s length.

“Would you like to go home early?” he inquired quickly.

“No! I have to be here to keep Seimei company. It shows good face for the investors to see that he likes his younger brother around,” he pouted sadly up at the bodyguard.

“If that is what you wish,” Soubi nodded.

“I want you to have fun. Don’t just hang around me because you’re paid to. Go dance with someone.”

“The ‘someone’ that I want to dance with has already spurned my affection,” he stated sadly.

“What? Who?” he found himself jealous. Who had turned down the gorgeous man…? “Oh…”

“Will you dance with me now?” he was still leaning in rather closely.

“Ah…”

“Go on, Ritsuka, you’re being rude refusing someone’s offer for a dance,” Seimei came up behind them, and placed his hand on the other’s shoulder.

“But…” he was going to complain about Soubi turning down all the female dancers, very rudely, by the way, but somehow, he didn’t think that his brother would listen to him, “Fine.”

“Excellence, now go show of your dancing skills,” the taller man lightly shoved the youth into the arms of the molesting man.

“Hm,” Soubi was happy to lead his work out on to the floor, “Put your hands on my waist.”

“Where?” Ritsuka tried not to choke.

“Here,” he chuckled, leading the small hands to the correct place, and placed his own oh the other’s shoulders.

It was nothing like his previous dance with the doctor, where the woman had nearly suffocated him in her bosom and then twirled them around the entire floor. Soubi was holding him gently, and guiding him slowly about the ballroom.

The two moved smoothly together with no problems as they followed the rhythm of the music. Soon, Ritsuka began to grow tired and he rested he head on Soubi’s strong chest, “Hm…”

“You are too beautiful,” he whispered yet again, stroking the shoulder length hair at the back of Ritsuka’s head.

Feeling so comforted, Ritsuka let his eyes slide shut and completely rested against the other’s body. Their movement slowed to nothing, and Ritsuka felt himself being lift smoothly into the warm, strong arms of his bodyguard.

“I love you, Ritsuka,” whispered into his ear again before everything faded in a dream that he would not remember when he finally awoke.

“Hm… idiot…”

*****

The night was freezing, and Ritsuka knew it, but there was something odd. He could usually feel the cold drifting into the window even through his thick blankets or at least hear the wind tapping at the window via the tree’s help, but there was an extremely muffled patter of rain. It was raining? When had he arrived home? Why was his bed breathing?

“M…hm?” he tried to sit up, but a strong hold held him firm to a muscled chest, “Soubi?”

“Mm?” the sparkling blue eyes opened slightly and a small smile creased the smooth cheeks, “It’s only three in the morning. Go back to sleep.”

“How… why?”

“You were very tired, so your brother had me take you home,” he mumbled, pulling the smaller boy to his body and kissing the top of his head.

“And… why are we both shirtless?”

Soubi smirked at this, “We don’t have any pants on either.”

“What?” Ritsuka tried to pull away, but Soubi had a strong grip on his waist. He felt their bare legs intertwined underneath the thick blanket. Skin on skin…

“Go back to sleep, you have class in the morning.”

“Where are my clothes?” Ritsuka demanded.

“At the foot of the bed,” Soubi rolled over so he was curled about the short boy with both of them on their sides, “Just rest.”

That was way too much easier said than done. Large violet eyes were even wider as they watched the blonde adult slumber, the soft breath moving against his chin, “…Soubi…”

A small smile creased the man’s beautiful features, and Ritsuka felt his cheeks burn once again.

“You’re wide awake, you idiot.”

“I don’t know what you’re talking about,” he assured as he pulled the smaller boy closer to him.

“I hate you.”

“No you don’t.”

“…”

“Good night, Ritsuka, I love you.”

“… Good night.”

*****

“He’s there again,” Yuiko looked out the window with a small pout. She was tired of the adult always coming around and taking all of Ritsuka’s attention. Even though the boy pretended not to care, she noticed the way large violet eyes casually glanced out the window every once in a while during their in class assignment in the last period.

“Why does your brother think that you need a bodyguard, anyway?” Yayoi asked rather harshly, even if the question was unoffending.

“I honestly have no idea,” he sighed, but kept his cool gaze on the computer screen before him. Actually he did know, well… sort of. It was just after Seimei’s company had outbid another company, only to break it up and fire all the workers. They still have no idea who had hired the assassin, but the attempted killer had failed. Instead, Ritsuka had lost his memory in a horrible blow to the head, and lost his memories. That was over two years ago, and he still had no memory of the time before that other than of the past that he had been told about.

Soubi was actually one of the first people that he had tried to make memories with…

The first day of a new school was always hard. He was fine being ignored, being seen as a nobody in the back of class, but when this girl was determined to actually befriend him, he became very frustrated and rather unnerved. He tried to get away from them all, but the girl followed and soon enough they ran into the innocent teacher.

After pretending to be ‘normal’, which is probably how the ‘real’ Ritsuka would have done, the amnesiac boy managed to get away, free of the unwanted care from the teacher. Not wanting to explain himself to the girl, he stated something that he could really remember, but hoped it hurt enough for her to leave him alone.

Outside the gates his arm was captured by the strong grip of an older man. That’s when he first met those startling blue eyes with long blonde bangs fell into his eyes, which were seen through round glasses.

They talked… they walked in the park… they took pictures… they kissed…

… “Ritsuka, Ritsuka!”

“What’s the matter now?” he asked, shaking his head from the thought. That had only been a few months ago, but now he almost depended on Soubi’s company, not as his bodyguard, but his friend, and possibly more than that.

“Class ended a few minutes ago, but you just kept staring at the computer. Yuiko thought she lost you!”

“Please don’t refer to yourself in third person,” he stood calmly to gather his bag and jacket, “You are twelve, use the word ‘I’.”

“I… I… I!” she giggled loudly, and Ritsuka just rolled his eyes, pulling away from the pink haired girl, and heading toward the school entrance.

“Ritsuka,” Soubi greeted with a soft smile as the boy approached.

“How many times do I have to tell you to stop smoking in front of the school?” he pulled the cigarette from the man’s long, thin, artistic fingers.

“Hm… I keep forgetting,” he smiled, running a hand through the dark hair of the other boy before they made their way to the house.

~TBC~

This story is leading somewhere, I swear. I just don\'t have a clue as to where just yet...