Title: Nothing

Rating: T (for now at least)

Inspiration: Loveless

Pairing: SoubixRitsuka

A/N: Yeah I know I'm evil and lazy…Sorry that this is such a short chapter.

Nothing

Chapter 5

I arrive at my destination, Minoru's apartment. I am now doubting my decision. Was this the right choice? Am I taking things too fast? I barely know anything about this man. My face is still red from my previous tears as I start trudging up the stairs. I can't think straight. All I know is that I'm supposed to keep walking these steps. I must see what's at the top.

The stairs are covered with red carpet and the railing is chipped in quite a few places. The whole building gives off a dark aura. The light flickers above my head and a shiver runs down my spine. This isn't what I was expecting. I thought he was… maybe I was wrong and this is a very bad idea. My eyes shift down to the napkin in my hand: his address, the apartment number, and my new home.

There is nothing left for me to do but knock on the dull wooden door in front of me. My hands don't move. I start to panic, as I can't seem to make my body move with my mind. I've always had a problem with that. My body has always obeyed my heart. My mind was too far back to even attempt to catch up.

A loud thump echoed through out the hallway and I jump back to reality. I find that my head had slumped forward against the door my hands were so unwilling to knock on a few moments before. I blink as my ears pick up the sound of shuffling behind the wooden barrier. This was it. I had no choice but to stand there awkwardly. Though many other options did run through my mind. All unrealistic I may add for I knew this was the only choice.

I thought of running back down the many flights of stairs I had previously brought myself up. There was no way I was gonna take so much effort to avoid the situation that I knew was going to happen one way or another. Another option was to build up as much courage as possible and continue to knock as planned so I didn't feel like a complete idiot. Well, by now that would just look too obvious. The third was to pull out my phone and call Him. I knew that was impossible for I never carry a cell with me anymore, especially that one. It was just to painful to carry around something with so many memories attached to it. All those previous options were declined as I stand here, my eyes now faced to the ground.

A hand pats my shoulder and my eyes shoot open to find a slight wetness on the floor below me. I was crying. Tears were falling down my face. How pathetic. I hit myself mentally. What have I come to? This betraying body that never follows my orders! I slump into another's warmth. My first instinct is to snuggle into this comforting chest, my arms griping around a slim, built waist. My body has once again done the undesired. I black out, a deep, worried voice trying to wake me.