Chapter 1

"SOUBI!"

Soubi barely looked up from his painting when he heard his name called. He was kneeling on the floor, painting on some canvas. His bag full of books was thrown across his bedroom. But he continued with his painting, lightly dipping his paintbrush into his little bottle of purple paint. He was finishing up on his latest project; a butterfly, fluttering in a field.

Black shoes stomped up to the edge of his painting. This time, Soubi did look up. It was Kio, glaring down at him. Something was clenched in his fist.

"Soubi, do you know what I found inside your bag?" growled Kio, as he asked his question.

"Why were you going through my stuff?" asked Soubi.

Kio screamed and threw a tantrum, throwing his arms up into the air. "That's not the point! I found these pictures in your bag and I want to know why they were in your bag!"

He threw the crumpled up pictures down on to the painting. They were three pictures that landed right into the fresh purple paint on the canvas. They were all posed pictures of Soubi and his master. Ritsuka.

Gingerly, Soubi picked up one of the pictures and flicked paint off of it. "You ruined the pictures and the painting."

"JUST TELL ME WHY THEY WERE THERE!"

"Ritsuka wanted to take pictures with me. He wanted to create memories."

Soubi smiled to himself. He knew that that would just push Kio to the edge, but he didn't care. These were precious events with him and his master. The pictures were taken in Ritsuka's room, late at night, when his mother was either sleeping or watching TV. They were on his bed, hugging each other and making funny faces. Nothing extreme happened that night, but just the thought of him at Ritsuka's house would drive Kio insane.

Soubi couldn't help but touch Ritsuka's ears on the painting. They were so small, so cute.

"…DO YOU HEAR ME?!"

"Huh? Come again?"

"I said, I told you to stop taking pictures like this with Ritsuka! If anyone else saw them, they'd call you some sort of a pervert!"

Soubi put the picture in his hand on the floor next to him. He picked up the lid to the paint bottle and twisted it on.

"But you're okay with this?" he asked.

Kio screamed again and walked away from him. Soubi watched him pace back and forth. His eyes darted to the clock. It was about time Ritsuka got out of school. Time to go now.

He carefully picked up the rest of the pictures and put them aside. He looked at his painting and sighed. Tomorrow was another day to fix it. It wasn't due for another week. Holding it by its edges, Soubi stood up and walked over to his bed, laying the canvas flat out on his mattress. Kio saw what he was doing and stopped his little tantrum.

"What do you think you're doing?" asked Kio, watching Soubi but his paints away.

"I'm going to get Ritsuka from school." replied Soubi, carrying the paints over to a small case.

Kio sighed. "Alright then. Please don't stay out too late. And try to come home for dinner. Instead of take-out, I want to try and have some sort of a home-cooked meal tonight."

"I'll see what I can do," said Soubi. He locked up his case and stuffed it underneath his bed.

He took a quick peek out the window. The sun was piercing through from behind the clouds, almost making the area look like a complete hazy mist. It was snowing outside. Cars were already screeching and honking in the roads, and it wasn't even rush hour; everyone was being let out early it seemed.

Soubi walked over to the coat rack and grabbed his black coat. The sleeves and collar were lined with fake, fluffy white fur. Sliding his arms into the sleeves, he walked over to the door and turned the knob to let himself out.

"Good-bye, Kio."

Kio merely waved his hand away as he turned his back to the door. He heard it shut quietly behind him. Sighing, he walked over to the window and looked outside. He folded his arms on the windowsill, placing his chin right on top of them.

There was something calming about watching snowflakes fall from the clouds to the ground. It might seem boring to watch their slow paths, but Kio couldn't take his eyes off of them. The wind picked up, and they all swirled before him in the air. The window was fogging up from his breath, so he wiped it clean with his sleeve. Kio looked down at the street to try and see if he could see anybody.

There were just a few people walking around, with their hoods up or even umbrellas. He never heard of such a thing. People using umbrellas in the snow. Who would want to totally avoid the touch of it? He spotted his target; our favorite long haired, blonde friend. No girls were hitting on him. Good. Smiling with satisfaction, he walked away from the window to find something else to do for a while.

Ritsuka was standing outside in front of the gate to his school. He was shivering in his black overcoat. His messenger bag was even shaking from him. His tail was wrapped around his left leg, trying to keep warm. He watched, with his arms folded across his chest, leaning up against the wall, as the other kids rushed into the waiting warm cars of parents coming to pick them up. He envied them. He envied them so much.

But why would it matter, he thought. Mother is too busy at home to even think of me. And whenever she does, she goes into some sort of trance and starts blaming me for things…I don't think I'd like it if she came to get me today.

He lightly touched the bandage on his cheek. Ritsuka winced. It still hurt from last night.

I shouldn't have tried to eat something so late at night, he thought. I knew Mother would get upset, but I was being way too careful at dinner to eat much of anything. All she did was cook healthy food and 'Ritsuka' doesn't eat too healthy.

By now, all the children from the school were gone. Now Ritsuka noticed how quiet it was, aside from the cars driving passed him. The only people who were around were the faculty and staff of the school, and they were all trying to get into their cars with all their books and assortments. He leaned up against the wall some more. He didn't want to be found. If someone saw him, they might get worried and try to take him somewhere else. He didn't want that to happen.

Something appeared in the corner of Ritsuka's eye. He turned and smiled, thinking it was Soubi; but it wasn't.

A young boy, like himself, was standing inches away from him. His silver hair blew across his face from the wind, lashing out at the snowflakes falling. His silver tail was hanging there, being blown in the wind. His ears were hidden somewhere in his hair. He was heavily dressed in black. He was wearing the same sort of an overcoat such as Ritsuka, with his black collar up and button together. Because of this, his mouth was hidden away. He was buttoned up tight, with his hands tucked into the coat's pockets. He was wearing black dress pants and shoes.

Ritsuka started back. He didn't like how this person felt.

"Who are you?" asked Ritsuka. He put his arms up higher. He didn't like violence, but he was prepared to throw a punch to protect himself until he got a chance to run.

The boy just continued to stare at him with his silver eyes. Then, in only nothing but a second, the wind suddenly kicked up again. Ritsuka held his arms in front of his face and closed his eyes, so he wouldn't be hit with the powerful force of snow. When the wind calmed down, the boy was gone.

He blinked. He even rubbed his eyes.

"What just happened?" he asked himself.

"Ritsuka."

He turned around, and this time, it really was him. Soubi. His hero. Ritsuka wrapped his arms tightly around him and pressed his face against his body.

There ya go, there's chapter one! The beginning of this chapter felt a little rusty to me, and I couldn't seem to fix it without destroying what I liked about it. (I haven't written anything in a good month or so). I'm hoping this story will greet some people with a new sort of Loveless fanfic…strangely enough, I'm coming upon nothing but love stories. O.o There MUST be more!

Thus, an adventure story is born! The next chapter will be up within the week hopefully.