Disclaimer: I so want to own Soubi and Ritsuka, yet I can't. Too bad for me since they belong to Yun Koga.

A/N: If you do not like a (ahem) so called sixth grader getting together with a college student then I suggest you hightail it out of here. Because this FIC is definitely not for you. Likewise, for the people who don't mind, I'd like to receive reviews telling me what you guys thought of this. My first Loveless story, after all. HeHe. Based on reviews, I might or might not take this any further . . .

And for all who don't know, yakusoku means: Promise.

Thoughts are written in text like "this"

Yakusoku
Chapter 1: Is He the One?

Ritsuka was late for class today: he hadn't made it to class until it was well past the morning bell. His teacher, Miss Shinonome, wasn't quite pleased with his late tirade inside her classroom. Like any diligent teacher she immediately told him to step outside and wait by the door. Ritsuka neither glanced at her or his fellow classmates. His mind was too occupied at the moment to bother with the likes of them.

Humph, is he really going to make me wait?

It had already been a day, it only made it worse when the woman that acted as a mentor and in certain instances mother told him he'd meet him yesterday. To him, she was referred to as Sensei, nothing more. Quite abruptly tearing away from such notions, Ritsuka was determined not to think about the mysterious suitor he had yet to meet. In all oddities, who could have Sensei had planned for him to meet, anyway?

"Aoyagi." Ritsuka wasted no time in looking up when he was called upon. Miss Shinonome hovered over him worriedly, it was as if she was trying to find something that was wrong with him. Ritsuka couldn't help but smirk. "Aoyagi, you're smirking, do you find something funny?"

"No, Miss Shinonome." His response sounded dull and hindered. It was very easy for Miss Shinonome to notice.

"Are you having complications at home, Aoyagi? You've been showing up late quite often. If--"

"Look," Ritsuka cut her off, in rebuff, she gave him a wide-eyed stare through her large circled glasses, "I know I've been late recently. Punish me however you like."

"Aoyagi, you're completely sidestepping my question tha--"

"I have nothing to tell you. My private life is my own business," he replied. From the little crack through the classroom door he could see everyone tuning in to their conversation. It disgusted him that everyone was so nosy, and perhaps, so hostile. His head turned back towards the other direction when Miss Shinonome started to speak again.

"I can understand that, however, as your teacher I can't allow you to be late to my class so much in one semester. It greatly affects your performance on class and your stature here at Kimikazu Elementary School."

Damn, he better show up today. Sensei . . .

"I understand, Miss Shinonome. Now, would you please give me my punishment or either let me back in class because everyone is staring." At saying those words both Ritsuka and Miss Shinonome could hear shifting inside of the classroom. "So, what's your choice?" Ritsuka gave her a half-lidded stare.

"Never mind what I said, just get back in class."

Just as Ritsuka stepped in all the students remained facing forward and quiet. They all tried to act as if they weren't trying to eavesdrop before, Ritsuka knew better than that though. The class was always trying to get information about him, they never asked him directly but he knew that rumors were definitely circulating around everyone. Yuiko, his rather tall female classmate watched him as he took his seat beside her. From the corner of his eye, Ritsuka was sure she wanted to say something, yet it wasn't hard to tell that she was holding back also. Girls behind them were snickering to one another as they stared at him.

"Class," Miss Shinonome began, "open your books to section twelve, page seven. I'd like to get straight to the grammar work today . . ."

The dreadful school day went on without so much as a thought from Ritsuka. He, on the other hand, couldn't wait to leave. His anticipatory meeting with the mysterious man was delayed though when Miss Shinonome called him to her desk at the end of the school day.

"Yes, Miss Shinonome?" he asked.

"Be serious with me, Aoyagi." He gave her a baleful glare, discrepantly disliking the course of the conversation already. "If, and I'm only saying if you have any complications at home I'd like you to tell me."

This boy, his profile might explain his strange behavior. Still . . .

"I don't have any complications."

He craned his neck towards the classroom door, Miss Shinonome followed his gaze. Someone with long dark blue hued tinted hair was standing there, a very distinct smile gracing his outlandish-looking face. His deep-set gray colored eyes only made him the more exotic looking. He slowly walked into the classroom and stood there.

"Hello there, Ritsuka, I've come to pick you up," he said.

Is he the one?

"A-Aoyagi, who is this man?" Miss Shinonome asked, literally taken aback by his beauty.

"Are you the one Sensei has told me about?" Ritsuka asked, completely ignoring his teacher's question. He nodded. "Well then, I'll be going, Miss Shinonome."

"Wait a minute! We're not done discussing your--"

"Can we continue that some other time?" Ritsuka asked off-handedly. He didn't wait for his teacher's response though because he was already down the hallway with the mysterious man. He could his teacher calling after him even when he was well away from her classroom.

Once they were outside the mysterious man stopped walking to look at Ritsuka. An automatic blush crawled up his face despite his desire not to do so.

"Sorry about yesterday, Ritsuka, I had something important I needed to attend to. Surely, you understand?"

Ritsuka was feeling more timid and small the more time he wasted in standing around this man. There was this alluring feeling that was coming off of him in waves, it made Ritsuka feel extremely funny inside. Not wanting to be discouraged, he asked, "how do you know my name? Did Sensei tell you?"

"No, your name is classified information," the man replied. Ritsuka gave him a quizzical stare. Right now at this very moment he was wondering what his Sensei was thinking to let him meet such a creepy man, yet at the same time he couldn't help feeling drawn to him somehow. "Forgive me, Ritsuka, I haven't told you my name."

"Name?" Ritsuka asked dumbly, his blush deepening all the while.

"Yes, my name." The taller man leaned down close to the boy's ear, it seemed he wanted to whisper it to him. "My name is Kimikazu, Masao."

"Ki-Kimikazu, Masao?" Ritsuka echoed softly.

His name . . . His last name is the same name as this school. Does that mean?

"My father owns this school, Ritsuka. And I'm splendidly delighted to having you attend here, I'm sure you were shunned from your other school ever since the death of your brother."

"My brother? Do you know him?" Ritsuka was getting suspicious as he stared at the man identifying himself as Masao.

"Not in the least, I've only heard of him through others."

"So . . . Rumors, huh?"

Masao clucked his tongue at Ritsuka blissful ignorance. "No, no, my dear boy, they were not rumors. Everything, everyone, they're all classified information. They're all in here." He pointed to his own head and smiled sweetly, Ritsuka cringed as the expression was directed to him. "You look scared, Ritsuka. Am I scaring you?"

A . . . A little," Ritsuka admitted. "Tell me, what do you know about my brother?"

Maybe I can get some information out of him.

"I would tell you, though I believe it'd be best to discuss it somewhere else more private." Ritsuka gulped, he could clearly hear Masao stressing out the last word across his tongue, he made it sound so important and top-notch priority. It made Ritsuka uneasy nonetheless, anything could happen if they were together in private. However, how far was the boy going to go to get the information he might or might not receive? "Don't worry, nothing's going to happen to you. I promise."

"Do you really mean that?" Ritsuka hesitantly asked. His cat ears were almost flat against his head, it was easily foretold that he was feeling displeased. "You won't do anything to me?"

"Yes, I mean it," Masao replied. "We'll just talk, you'll see."

"Wait, before we go. Tell me why Sensei sent you to me." Masao merely smiled. "Tell me."

"That's a good question, I really like you, Ritsuka. You are quick-witted and a bit alert in nature. If only my father had men like you working for him."

"They have nothing to do with you and me, now tell me."

"Your Sensei sent me to you because she knew that I had some of the answers to some of the questions you've been asking. I'll gladly tell them to you if you come with me."

"Don't go with him," someone suddenly said.

Somewhat surprised, Ritsuka turned towards the direction of the voice much so like Masao did. Standing not too far off from them was a tall blonde haired man with glassy blue eyes. A pair of small spectacles was perched on the bridge of his nose as he looked through them.

What the hell is going on?

"Ritsuka, don't go with him."

"What . . ." Ritsuka was so confused. "How-how do you know my name?"

Chapter 1: END