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Blood of the Beloved
Ritsuka had just gotten out of the shower when he heard his mother scream. He darted into his bedroom and slammed the door shut and quickly got dressed before he ran down the stairs he stopped at the middle when he heard mother shouting at him to go back to his room.
All Ritsuka could see was his mother, kneeling down on the floor, trying her hardest to hide her husband’s blooded corpse. Having no choice Ritsuka went back to his room and sat at his computer desk, turning it in and slipping Wisdom resurrection into the disk drive and pulled on a pair of Headphones.
The tall one climbed back through the window into the small ones room, placing his hands on the little ones shoulders and lifted him away from the computer and onto his small single bed.
Ritsuka gasped loudly, and then clung to the tall one.
“Seimei you came back!”
The small one snuggled into his brothers chest, leaning up and gently licking underneath his brothers chin
Seimei being obviously being older took the gently lick more seriously, he slipped his hands up the smalls one shirt and pressed his lips against the small ones.
Ritsuka gasped again, then panicked as small tears trickled down the side of his face as his brother kissed him.
Semei soon pulled away from Ritsuka as he heard his mother coming up the stairs, he jolted out of the room and out of the window.
Ritsuka stared at the computer screen for a few seconds until he heard the door open, there stood his mother with blood down her apron, her words were muffled cause of the shock
“Mother, Whats the matter?”
Ritsuka asked before he felt his mother’s arms around him
She held him close, rubbing his ears, trying to stop herself from crying
“Ritsuka…Y-Your Father…I-Is D-Dead”
Ritsuka’s eyes widened, now seeing how his mother’s apron was covered in blood, more tears rolled down the boys face as he tightened his grip around his mothers waist
She held her soon even closer, lifting up his chin and wiping away his tears, her eyes narrowed, looking into her sons eyes
“Ritsuka…I-I…Think S-Semei…K-Killed H-Him”
The small boy just stared at his mother, then gulped, remembering back when his brother ran and jumped out the window as his mother came up the stairs. He then gently pushed his mother away, noticing along the window sill was trails of blood…