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He’s somewhere down the fifth street, having walked for the past hour or two in an aimless direction. Whatever rural town he’s found himself in they seemed to not believe in the common nature of street signs. Houses are far and few in between, weirdly, and trees seem to make up the vast majority of everything in sight. His legs hurt from walking and that headache he had seemed to be quickly developing into something more. Ritsuka shook his head and let out a slow breath, leaning against the nearest tree to give himself a chance to breath. He hadn’t grabbed anything heavy to wear when fleeing the house, just his summer coat and it barely kept the chill of the night out.
As he considered himself doomed to sleeping against this tree for the night, his phone still clenched in his hand started to play the ringtone Soubi had personally chosen for himself. Ritsuka lifted it up, looked to the picture that flashed across the screen of it with Soubi’s name, and then flipped it open. Even if he didn’t want to bother him, Soubi had to be calling for a reason.
"Ritsuka." He breathes a quiet sigh. Not quite relief, but he feels better hearing Ritsuka's voice. "Are you all right?"
Even as he asks, Soubi starts preparing himself to go out. Even if he's overreacting, he'll feel better if he can see Ritsuka. He knows that. And hopefully, even if everything is fine, his sacrifice will indulge him. He sits down to get his shoes on, then he's up again to get a coat.
Ritsuka does not believe in lying. It’s something he’s repeated to Soubi many times, that lying is a horrible thing. It’s the wedge that is shoved between them because Soubi has no problems lying, especially to Ritsuka. At least, that’s how it feels to him. Even when the other says he won’t lie to him, even when he tells Soubi not to, it seems like less than a day later it’s back to how it was.
And Ritsuka has voiced that frustration more times than he can count. Especially when Soubi claims he ‘loves him’.
So he won’t lie. Even if he doesn’t want to be a burden. “I got lost.” It feels childish, pathetic to admit. By now he should be old enough to cross the street, go to the store, take a train, and more importantly—find his way home. Ritsuka was aware he was a child, but he was also aware he was very independent for one. This felt like a failure on his part, and it wasn’t a good feeling. “I’ll be fine.” As soon as he found something that looks familiar.
"What do you remember? How did you get to where you are?" he asks as he leaves the apartment. He hurries down the stairs and considers a moment. Maybe by train? He heads that way.
The imperative to find Ritsuka makes him move faster. He's lost somewhere, and Soubi will not leave him like that. He'll find him, somehow.
"I took the train." He answered as he pushed away from the tree. He looks around again, trying to find anything that even remotely looks familiar. Nothing does, nothing makes sense, he doesn't even know where the train stopped since it was a very small town and he slept through the announcement. He would have asked the old man but they gave him a creepy vibe. More so than Soubi did when he first met him.
"I got on the train about five, after dinner. Or rather... During it." He flinched at his own words and reached up to rub the wound on his arm. It hurt quite a bit but the blood dried his jacket to him. "I got off on the last stop. If that helps."
Train. Soubi changes his route, a more direct way to the nearest station.
"It helps," he assures. "I'll find you."
There is no other choice. Soubi stays on the phone as he catches the next train. He studies the map. He thinks he's going in the right direction... it feels like he is. And if he isn't--No. He'll deal with that possibility if and when he has to, not before.
"I may lose service," he warns as he leans against a pole. "If I do, I'll call you as soon as I reach the last stop. Find somewhere safe, Ritsuka."
“Soubi, I’ll be fine. You’re worrying.” Ritsuka let out a breath and leaned against the tree again, looking around again. It was quiet out here but there was something unsettling about that. He didn’t like being out here but that didn’t mean Soubi needed to go running around searching for him. Though... he definitely appreciated it. Knowing Soubi was looking for him was reassuring.
He shuffled on his feet and dropped his gaze down to the ground, feeling his ears flatten against his head. Taking a breath he slowly let it out. “Thank you...”
What else could he do? Soubi stays on the phone until he loses service, then waits in irritated silence for it to come back. He tells himself that it's for the best that they not talk this whole time: he doesn't want to run down Ritsuka's battery. Shortly before he reaches the last stop, he calls Ritsuka again.
"I'm here. Tell me what's around you."
It's as good a way to start as any, and, if nothing else, it will keep Ritsuka talking to him. Soubi just hopes his phone battery isn't close to dying.
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As he considered himself doomed to sleeping against this tree for the night, his phone still clenched in his hand started to play the ringtone Soubi had personally chosen for himself. Ritsuka lifted it up, looked to the picture that flashed across the screen of it with Soubi’s name, and then flipped it open. Even if he didn’t want to bother him, Soubi had to be calling for a reason.
“Soubi?”
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Even as he asks, Soubi starts preparing himself to go out. Even if he's overreacting, he'll feel better if he can see Ritsuka. He knows that. And hopefully, even if everything is fine, his sacrifice will indulge him. He sits down to get his shoes on, then he's up again to get a coat.
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And Ritsuka has voiced that frustration more times than he can count. Especially when Soubi claims he ‘loves him’.
So he won’t lie. Even if he doesn’t want to be a burden. “I got lost.” It feels childish, pathetic to admit. By now he should be old enough to cross the street, go to the store, take a train, and more importantly—find his way home. Ritsuka was aware he was a child, but he was also aware he was very independent for one. This felt like a failure on his part, and it wasn’t a good feeling. “I’ll be fine.” As soon as he found something that looks familiar.
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The imperative to find Ritsuka makes him move faster. He's lost somewhere, and Soubi will not leave him like that. He'll find him, somehow.
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"I got on the train about five, after dinner. Or rather... During it." He flinched at his own words and reached up to rub the wound on his arm. It hurt quite a bit but the blood dried his jacket to him. "I got off on the last stop. If that helps."
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"It helps," he assures. "I'll find you."
There is no other choice. Soubi stays on the phone as he catches the next train. He studies the map. He thinks he's going in the right direction... it feels like he is. And if he isn't--No. He'll deal with that possibility if and when he has to, not before.
"I may lose service," he warns as he leans against a pole. "If I do, I'll call you as soon as I reach the last stop. Find somewhere safe, Ritsuka."
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He shuffled on his feet and dropped his gaze down to the ground, feeling his ears flatten against his head. Taking a breath he slowly let it out. “Thank you...”
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What else could he do? Soubi stays on the phone until he loses service, then waits in irritated silence for it to come back. He tells himself that it's for the best that they not talk this whole time: he doesn't want to run down Ritsuka's battery. Shortly before he reaches the last stop, he calls Ritsuka again.
"I'm here. Tell me what's around you."
It's as good a way to start as any, and, if nothing else, it will keep Ritsuka talking to him. Soubi just hopes his phone battery isn't close to dying.