That Which is Pure and Without Sin
Summary: Ritsuka meets the new of girl of his class, who is harassed and shunned because she is missing what others have at her age. As Ritsuka, Yuiko and Yayoi befriend her, Ritsuka notices something's off. Can this new mystery girl be trusted or is she hiding something? Rated T
No other original pairings other than of implied Ritsuka/Soubi and NC/NC (you'll see :3)
Romance/ Angst
Takes place 2 years ahead of the graphic novel
Disclaimer: (looks at lawyers and plaintiffs) Come off it ALREADY. IT'S NOT MINE!!!
A/N- First Loveless fanfic. Enjoy. P.S- if any of u know more about loveless, send me some tips.
Enjoy arigato (bows and waves) I wanted to post this up by Thursday b/c it's my birthday (1/18) I'll be 17, so happy B-day 2 me!!!
"Talking" "Talking" (in case of flashback)
Thinking
Said in the English language
(Yea. I think around this grade, they start learning English. Well if not, they are in my story)
Prologue
"How about this Junsui?" An older male asked a younger girl. His green eyes shone with delight as he showed the girl an outfit he pulled out her closet. It was a pink, yet autumn appropriate dress. The skirt was medium length, going perhaps to half an inch above her knees. The top had the logic 'Too Cute'. Any other type of girl would call that dress adorable, (A/N- I wouldn't) But of course he was talking about Junsui of all people.
He waited for her answer as she came from her dresser. Her dark eyes stared from the dress, to him, and back to the dress again. He grinned, hoping the reaction was what he was expecting.
The girl's face cringed from shock and disgust, wondering from what hole he found this appalling dress and why was it there in the first place. She could have swore she burned or got rid any remnants from her younger and apparently tasteless years. She snatched the dress quickly out his hands and held it as if it was contaminated with some diseased smell and touch.
"Where did you found this?" she asked, dead serious and borderline confused. "Ankoku, answer me."
Ankoku grinned. "I found it in your closet." He cupped his hand in his cheek, giving an overdramatic and feminine sigh. "It's such a pretty color, I think you such wear it to school tomorrow Jun…"
He stopped himself mid sentence as Junsui pulled out a lighter from her back pocket and lit the dress on fire. They each watched with contrasting expressions as the dress burned and became clumps of ashes and burnt cloths on the hardwood floor. Junsui stomped out the any forming flames before she picked of the cloths and threw them out the window, watching them blow in the wind.
Junsui, she as dusted off her hands, grinned with triumph and malice. "You were saying now?"
When Ankoku didn't answer, she walked back to her dresser, searching and throwing clothes left and right of the room. Ankoku somewhat knew that what Junsui did would be her natural reaction. Nevertheless, that didn't stop him from trying to bust her chops about her 'bonfire'.
"You could have burn down the house or your room this time." He said as he leaned causally against the doorframe.
Junsui never turned around to face him. She only replied as she pulled a pair of pants and placed with a set of shirts she already had hanging on her arm.
"No I won't have." She replied monotony. "Unlike you, I'm not a klutz with fire. I don't burn things, like let's say, our breakfast…"
Ankoku nearly comical fell over as he sweatdropped. "That's only once in a while…"
She continued on, "and lunch and dinner and…" she now turned to ask in confusion. "How the hell do you burn dessert?"
"It was hard to make." He pleaded.
"You were making ice cream." She countered. She sighed, almost in laughing fits, as she threw the clothes from her arm onto the bed.
Ankoku became curious, pointing to the clothes. "What is that?"
Junsui smiled. "This is what I'm wearing tomorrow."
Ankoku looked at the dark colors she chose. He sighed. It was always either: purple, black, red, or blue.
Junsui caught the look on Ankoku. "What?"
"Always with the goth look?" he asked jokingly. "Are you trying to scare these people intentionally?"
She smiled rather oddly. "If our mission was to make friends and make them feel nice and comfortable around me, then sure I would go something more…approachable."
Just as she smiled, her face became an expression of seriousness and intolerance. "But our only mission to find Aoyagi Ritsuka and Agatsuma Soubi…Not to make friends in some stupid school. And beside, they already know most of the things about me and my 'troubled past'. If that scares them, why not live up their expectations of me already? I'll should they're love it."
"Yes," he replied. "That is true. But would it hurt to have some type of connection with kids your age?"
"No." she said too sweetly, "But it will hurt them."
Ankoku sighed again in aggravation. He walked over to Junsui and embraced her from behind. His arms wrapped along her torso as his head rested on her shoulder. "Please Junsui; I know you hate this mission that Septimal Moon gave us. I don't like it either. But try to at least make a friend while we're here. I think it will help you."
Junsui sighed in defeat. She was getting too soft. He knew she was. "Ok, I'll try. I'm not making any promises, but I'm only doing this for you."
Ankoku kissed her cheek. "Atta girl." He went back to her clothes. "How are you going to cover up your… you know…"
"Relax. I got it covered."
Going in to her closet, she pulled out a long oversized hoodie. "Covers the top and bottom."
"I thought you got rid of all your tasteless clothes." Ankoku asked sarcastically.
"I did." She replied. "I took this from your closet over a year ago."
Junsui laughed as Ankoku's face went his usual moon-kissed tone to pink.
"Ha ha ha. Very funny." He ran after Junsui. She giggled as she dodged a plush pillow he threw at her.
"Now being serious." She said, calming him down. "Tomorrow will go off without any problems.
Accepting her answer, Ankoku left her room and went to the kitchen to start dinner. As he left, Junsui made a note to herself to remember to make sure that the extinguisher was in the kitchen, next to the stove and that is was at least half full. She jumped on her bed as a malice smile twisted on to her face.
Tomorrow will go off without a hitch he thinks. I almost hope so. After all, you can't really know what to expect when it comes to me…
A/N- First Loveless FanFic, so what do you think about it? It there a problem, let me know nicely please. I know it the prologue and it may seem confusing but believe me, the next chapter or three will make it clear. Trust me. Peace out. (victory sign)