Soubi left the house just as fast as he walked in.
His mind rushed, full of what if questions.
What if he was kidnapped?
What if his mother went too far?
What if he ran away?
The last question stung. The thought
of Ritsuka
leaving on his own accord truly hurt him.
He
asked himself if there has been any times where he had done something
to bother or anger Ritsuka.
Anything that would make him want to leave.
Well
he said to stop those times….but those blushes...FOCUS Soubi yelled
in his mind.
Think. Where would he be?
The red car door slammed shut. The first time the quiet night was interrupted and Soubi winced surprised. As the dome light turned off the glow from the dash softly showed his worried face. Although to anyone who did not know him well, Soubi, would seem fine. This was due to too many years without this feeling of genuine love and to protect without a command.
Using the photographic memory of his he went over the past days that Ritsuka had been acting strangely. Clicking like a slide show. He then found it. Not too long ago Ritsuka had dropped his bag on the floor and some papers fell from it. Reaching to help pick them up, Soubi, was disappointed when the boy had said no and grabbed them from his grasp. However, that was not before Soubi had seen the pamphlet held behind his small back. On it was an image of tents, happy faces around a fire, smores…Camping!
The engine revved and the tires squealed on the wet pavement as Soubi realized his destination.
His car lights lit house fronts for only seconds as he sped through the neighborhood while simultaneously reaching for his phone. Again he dialed the familiar number. Ritsuka's sweet voice came on the phone to say he was sorry to miss the call.
Rain drops splashed the windshield punctuating Soubi's growing worry.
"Why did he choose this season to…" He let the sentence fade. The word run was still too painful.
Rain drops also splashed the upturned face of Ritsuka, as he sat staring out at the sky full of stars and a seemingly ever growing storm cloud.