Thanks a bunch to everyone who's already reviewed.

Disclaimer: I don't own Loveless, why? No one knows.

Anyway, here's chapter two. (The slightly revised version.)

Chapter 2

They finally arrived at Ritsuka's house. The dark-haired boy stopped Soubi a little ways away from the front door and faced him.

"Soubi, you can't come in, my mom's home and she'd freak out if she saw me with you." Ritsuka stated, knowing that Soubi just might listen due to the circumstances. "No matter what you hear, you have to promise me that you won't come in."

"Is that an order?" Soubi asked, understanding and realizing the possible cause of his young sacrifice's many injuries.

The sacrifice paused for a moment before answering. "Yes, it's an order. Now stay out here. I'll be back in a little while."

Ritsuka didn't explain, he knew that he couldn't stay at home, with his mother, in his condition. Hesitantly, he opened the door slowly and stepped inside.

"Ritsuka." His mother said suddenly, startling the boy, and walked toward him."You're home early. Who is that man outside?"

"Mom, I-I had a fever and I was sent home from school." He said, avoiding the question. "Why didn't you answer me? Who is that man outside?" She said, a glint in her eye.

He knew it was a bad idea not to answer, but an even worse one to tell her the truth.

"Mom I'm really tired...I'm going to go up to my room and rest." He said, moving toward the stairs.

"Stop calling me mom." She said striking him across the face. "You're not my Ritsuka."

Despite the pain, he moved, he was used to this.

He was still a bit dizzy, so he held onto the railing with his left arm for support as he started walking up the stairs.

"Where is my Ritsuka! What have you done to my son!" She screamed. "You're not my Ritsuka!"

In a flash, his mother grabbed his arm and pulled him down the stairs with far more force than one would think that she could.

Ritsuka's arm was half over the railing when she pulled.

There was a sickening crack as his bone snapped and then he felt a strong jolt of pain throughout his arm as she released it and he fell.

He cried out in pain as his head hit the floor hard.

Soubi heard this and tried his best to obey his order. It was definitely hard, considering that he could have sworn he just heard his sacrifice. It didn't sound like anything good.

His mother grabbed his now broken arm, causing him to cry out again. The pain was like none that he'd ever felt before. Tears flowed freely down his face.

"Give me back my Ritsuka!" She screamed, lifting him up by that single arm.

- Another scream, this time from Ritsuka.

"Soubi!"

That was all he needed. Soubi burst through the door.

He paused in the doorway for a moment, taking in the horrid scene before him.

There was Ritsuka, his Ritsuka, tears streaming down his pale face, blood dripping down his neck, his thin arm twisted behind him at a very odd angle and his mother...laughing.

Soubi moved quickly.

He pulled Ritsuka out of his mother's clutches as gently as possible and held him against his chest.

Feeling something warm on his hand (which was on the back of Ritsuka's head) he looked down and noticed that it was blood. He moved his hand to rest on the boy's back instead, so as not to cause him anymore pain.

The fighter looked up, anger evident in his sapphire eyes. The woman glared at him. "He's not my Ritsuka, my Ritsuka would never-"

"You're right, he is not your Ritsuka. A proper mother would never harm her child!"

This was the first time Ritsuka had ever heard Soubi like this, he never lost his temper. "Soubi-ah-stop." He commanded, dizziness and pain weighing down on him.

Soubi obeyed.

While Ritsuka's mother went on screaming about how her baby would never hang around with adults and other things that faded into noise, Soubi slowly lowered Ritsuka to the floor, causing him to whimper in pain. The older man winced.

How could I have let this happen?...

Soubi took off his coat and placed it under his young sacrifice's blood-stained head. His expression softened as he looked into the boy's violet eyes.

"Ritsuka, it's going to be alright."

Another tear flowed from the corner of Ritsuka's eye. "Soubi..." The man's face was getting blurry.

"Ritsuka, you need to stay awake." The blond commanded quietly, worry etched into his normally calm features.

"I-I can't...so...tired..." He responded, his eyes closing.

"Ritsuka, please." The man stroked his wet cheek.

Ritsuka felt as though all of his pain had left him. Just before he slipped into the darkness, he heard those three lovely words, "I love you..."

Poor Ritsuka! It hurt me just to write that. It's sort of an idea I've been thinking of for a while.

Hope you liked it! Please review.

P.S.- For those of you who noticed the changes, I couldn't live with myself forgetting basic rules of head trauma.