This one was written for the loveless 100 lj challenge. The challenge was "memories" so instead or writing about the obvious choice of making memories, I wanted to show an instance in which remembering something insignificant would play a part in something greater. Sometimes insignificant memories serve us the most.

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"You realize that me calling you over to our house has no meaning."

"Yes master."

"I've got better things to do than help Mom clean out the garage, so get busy."

He didn't know how many boxes he had picked up until they fell out. There on the ground was one of those cheap pairs of gray, fuzzy kitty ears attached to a head band, the kind that the adults liked to don on Halloween in childish imitation of the ones they had crowned themselves with in adolescence to keep their parents fooled.

On the spur of the moment seeing that Seimei wasn't watching, he quickly tucked them inside his coat and continued working, wanting something to remember this day by. No matter what the reason Seimei had invited him to his house, and that in it's self was something to treasure. Later at home when his back ached from heavy lifting he would bring them to his face and inhale deeply of their dusty scent derived from spending years inside a box, and try and hold onto something that was already buried deep within himself.

The day before Seimei had disappeared they had walked the same route home together in an unusual act of companionship that made Soubi's heart ache.

"I know you want to kiss me."

Startled, Soubi stopped to look at his sacrifice.

"It's not that the thought is really all that abhorrent" he kept on, "You're not bad looking. But the truth is that you're soiled. Unclean. How can I take something that was never truly mine?"

Reaching up sharply he ran a hand through the empty space atop of Soubi's head with a sort of disgusted helplessness.

Standing for a long moment with his sacrifice's fingers twined painfully in his hair Soubi looked down at his coat and a flood of memories over came him. Realized he hadn't worn this particular coat since . . .

Reaching into a satin lined inner pocket he proffered the kitty ears and promptly placed them upon his head.

Seimei's surprised burst of laughter reverberated erotically against his lips as he leaned in one first and final time.