"It's odd, Soubi. You call me your sacrifice but in reality you sacrifice yourself to me." Seimei whispered, his blade sliding over the smooth expanse of Soubi's chest.

"You'll do anything I say, obey any order. You even let me mark you." Seimei emphasized this point by slicing a deeper cut right over Soubi's heart.

"You're flinching Soubi. What about your training? Can't you take the pain?" The knife pressed deeper, going down into his chest.

"Die for me Soubi." Seimei commanded.

Soubi's vision went black—then he sat bolt upright in bed. On long fingered hand flew to his chest and it came away sticky. His 'beloved' scar was bleeding. With a sigh he tied the bandages tighter and lay back down—though he knew there'd be no more sleep for his tonight.

Outside a tall dark figure smiled cruelly before walking down the street to wreak havoc on Ritsuka's dreams.