Hey chicks. Another Sekaiichi Hatsukoi story here. This story will revolve over some songs by the ex-band 'Acceptance'. God I love their music :( Anyways, If you know them then great! If not, then great! You'll be hearing (Well, reading) some lyrics of their amazing music in this story (: I made the cover myself CX Anyone want one? I'll make one for any type of story...I love making them!
Summary: Imagine how it would feel to be alone. Completely and utterly alone in an alien world that hates you for who you are. Your own kind is dead, your family is dead, and everyone wishes you were dead. And no matter how much you try to blend in, there's that part of you that you still cannot diminish. A flame. The Internal and Eternal Flame. When darkness rises, will Ritsu be able to turn the flame he hated so much into a weapon against evil? Or is the real evil not what it seemed to be?
Disclaimer: Sekaiichi Hatsukoi (c) Shungiku Nakamura-sensei.
I hope you can enjoy~
Time, shows us that
All that ever mattered,
All that ever mattered,
In the cold~
If you ever believe,
This is what you need.
It will spin around and shatter.
Throw you to the floor,
As it leaves us…
The brunette shot awake, and slammed his palm down on the alarm clock that just so happened to read a clear 5:31.
Cold. The man thought, getting up for today's work. It was cold. As today was the mark of a new March, the weather was still frosting over from the previous winter months.
In the brunette's words: He was freezing his ass off in his apartment. This can pretty much give you an idea how he dealt with going outside in the morning.
Ritsu sighed, and pulled out a tan sweater, ignoring the fact that it smelled highly of alcohol. It was the same sweater he wore when he went drinking with him. The brunette scoffed, shaking off the thought, as he threw the sweater on casually.
As it was the start of a new month, it was also the start of a new four weeks. Which meant: Hell week had just ended. Thank God it's over, the brunette thought with ease. He hated hell week, as much as everyone else probably did. But being the Winter Holiday Special, the last deadline was much harder than any of the other ones.
Ritsu brushed his brown hair swiftly, grabbed his bag, and slipped his feet into his shoes with ease. Every time he put on his shoes, he couldn't help but think of England…And just how different the two cultures were. As he walked out the door with raging thoughts, his mind drifted to a new topic.
He peered out of his apartment to make sure his neighbor wasn't there. He hated going to work with him. It was awkward, as well as embarrassing. Somehow the man had always managed to embarrass the hell out of him.
Seeing no figure in sight, he locked his door, and hurriedly made his way into the elevator. Pressing the '1' button, he allowed himself to relax, and his mind drifted to other thoughts. Thoughts that were best kept unthought-of, but he continued to think them anyways.
My leg is really itching today, thought the brunette with a sigh. He knew better to scratch them anyways. He didn't need that happening again. He shrugged the thoughts off. He would deal with them later.
Before he knew it, he was at work, arriving at almost the same time as Hatori-san, and sat down at this desk without a word. Beginning to work, he let his mind wind back into the previous thoughts. He knew he shouldn't think about them at work, but he couldn't help it. They wouldn't leave him alone.
With a shake of his head, he let his body do his work, while his mind was somewhere else completely.
One thing about Ritsu that no one really knew was that he was adopted. He wasn't a true Onodera. Actually, he had no idea what kind of family he was born into. He always knew that there wasn't really a connection between him and his rich-parents. Sure, they shared some similarities here and there, but he always had that feeling in his gut…you know?
It was around 21 years ago, and he was around four or five at the time. Apparently, his parents, Fujihuko and Aikawa Onodera, were around his age, and had many attempts to make a child themselves.
It didn't work.
It was sorta like that old bible story…The brunette couldn't remember the name, but it was an old married couple…Who tried so desperately to have a baby, but they couldn't. Until god gave them one, finally.
Yeah, it wasn't that easy.
When the two went to the adoption center, all the other children were playing and giggling and having fun. But there was one little kid in the corner of the room, giving off a strange aurora. That was Onodera Ritsu. At the time, his hair was a light brown that shown off of the light, but his eyes still had the beautiful green shine they did today.
The married couple had found out that the other children were afraid of the brunette.
According to one of the children, he spent his time looking up at the sky instead of napping at nap time. Of course, they shrugged it off as mere insomnia, and adopted him. He was cute, and seemed like he'd grow up to be handsome, he loved books, perfect for being the son of a book publishing owner, and he was respectful. This above all odds won the couple over.
Little Ritsu lived a happy life. And no one except family and close friends really knew that he was adopted. Besides that, Onodera Publishing was just starting back then…Compared to today, it was nothing more than a mere book store.
Ritsu wouldn't lie. His parents were pretty obsessed. His mother loved wine, and there were probably more bottles of it in the house than there was actual oxygen. His father was known as an alcoholic, (probably where Ri-chan got his taste for it,) and often smoked in Ritsu's teen years.
The constant smoke had an effect on Ritsu, and ever since, he's had thick layers of scales crawling up from the back of his heel, and fading away into normal skin at about halfway to the knee. Don't freak now, it wasn't reptile-black and yellow skin. Instead of simple patches of skin, there were little scale-like designs that shone of light gold. The doctors said it would go away eventually.
But it didn't. No matter how many times people had tried to convince him it was just 'dry skin' he wouldn't listen. Because he knew it wasn't dry skin. Hell, it wasn't due to the constant smoke he breathed in either. It was because of what he was. What he was on the inside, which was starting to show on the outside.
He would never forget that day, the day he had met his Uncle Haui. Haui Orihara. Haui was Fujihuko's (his father) brother. After his grandparents split up, Fujihuko had sided with their mother, as Haui did with their father. They were still good friends, and kept close, but due to the divorce, Fujihuko inherited his mother's name, Onodera.
But back to Haui.
Haui is the military general for Japan. Yeah, talk about differences between the two siblings. One conducts war, while the other conducts books. However, the two had both worked vigorously to get where they were today, and Ritsu respected that.
But that didn't mean he liked his uncle. No, not at all. Ritsu had come to fear the man after that day, the day he had glared at him so intently, it made him want to curl up and hide. After all of those years, his Uncle was the first one (besides himself) to see who he actually was on the inside. What he actually was meant to be.
A monster. A freak. The 'thing' that would never fit in. The boy who simply didn't belong. The words stung like a thorn in the young brunette's heart. He was so small back then…So naïve, so innocent…So vulnerable. As if the misunderstanding with Saga-Senpai wasn't enough, he was sent to Area 51 for almost a year and a half.
And they told them I went to study abroad…, thought the brunette grimly. It took a year and a half for his parents to realize that he wasn't really studying abroad, and it took them at least another three weeks to convince his uncle to let him out of the fricken jail.
It was then that he remembered the first flash of light.
Of that year and about three quarters, that 12 long months, those treacherous 55 weeks, and those depressing, 569 days in the everlasting darkness of his cell, he had never seen the light. Not even once. It was pure darkness, and he felt as if he would never see the sun again.
But that first flash of light…
It called out to him. The sunlight bathed his skin, and the wind held him in such a tight embrace, he felt as if he might almost suffocate. And then, he was pulled into a real embrace by his parents, who were crying tears of joy and apologizing over and over.
After tears were shed, and apologies accepted, he was turned roughly to face the tall, cold man that was his uncle.
"Do anything threatening, and you're mine. Got that?"
The words were scarred into his brain forever, and he remembered gulping almost 3 times before he stuttered out a weak 'Y-Y…Yes S-Sir…!'.
After that, he really DID go to study abroad, and no words of the previous events were mentioned by anybody. Of course, he never really talked to his uncle to begin with, as the first time seeing him was at the age of 15, but his parents acted like nothing ever happened. Sometimes he wondered if his uncle had really told them…If he told them what a freak their son was…That he was a monster that needed to be tamed. A creature with no right to walk the earth…But what would he have told them then? He wanted to keep the nephew he had never even met safe?
The thoughts rolled through the brunette's mind as he swiftly circled mistakes in the manuscript, jotting over them with the thin line of his red pen.
Sometimes…Ritsu liked to compare himself to things. Different things. Like the red pen.
Against the storyboard, the red ink stood out effortlessly against the white and black. It was as if it wasn't even trying. It didn't want to be different, it just was. And physically, there wasn't anything that could (really) change that.
He was like the lonely black sock against the white…The ugly duckling…He was the deer in the headlights.
It was then that the brunette shook his head, physically shaking all the thoughts out of his head.
Why was he sitting here feeling sorry for himself when he clearly had some work to do? If he was always complaining about how he couldn't take over his father's company, then why actually FOCUS on his damn work instead of thinking over useless things?
But they aren't useless, and you know it, a voice inside of him rang. It wasn't quite his voice, and it wasn't quite him thinking it. But then again, it was.
Ritsu let out a tired sigh, mumbling a weak 'I'll deal with it later', and continued to work on his author's storyboard.
And that's exactly what he did.
After hours of long work, everyone in the Maiden department had gone home, except for one. (And well, one was still in a meeting, but that's not the point here!)
The brunette, dropped his pen on his desk with a slight 'plunk' sound, and checked his phone to see if he could go home.
It read: 8:45. Oh yeah, he was going home. After packing his stuff, he glanced over to his editor-in-chief's desk. His coat and bag were still there, signaling that the man was still in a meeting. Though…That wasn't very hard to tell, due to the constant yelling the brunette heard after he advanced into the hallway. He exited the building with ease, and unconsciously made his way home.
He stood in the doorway of his apartment for a moment, half wondering how he got here, the other half simply not wanting to move. Much to the other half's displeasure, the brunette closed the door behind him, slipped off his shoes, and advanced into his apartment with ease. His stomach growled, an alert from his insides saying: 'Feed me or face my wrath.' To prove a point, the brunette's stomach started to burn with hunger, growling loudly to enhance the feeling.
Ritsu made his way to the fridge, and opened it to see a small piece of cake he had been saving from his trip to his mother's. It was a vanilla cake, with strawberry filling, and on top was a small, golden candle that was left unburned. The brunette grinned, and grabbed the small slice, putting it on a plate while humming a happy tune.
Today held many meanings; being the start of March. Ironically it was the day from ten years ago that he had round-house kicked his Senpai. However, it was also the day he discovered what he really was, and what the monster he was. After the despair of his Senpai's laughter, he ran out of the house in tears. Anger and sadness and a bunch of other emotions clogged up his will, and he-err, I guess you could say 'transformed'? Sure. Let's go with that. He unintentionally 'transformed' into his real form, marking the day he discovered his true self. It was only a few hours later of the transformation that he was found and shot down by the military, being kept hostage for that long period of darkness.
Many meanings indeed, held the first day of March. Satisfied, Ritsu hurried to close all the curtains and turn out the lights in the apartment. This was a tradition he had carried on from his college days, but he really started to do it when he was locked in the darkness. (Though, he didn't have the cake.) He ran back over to the slice of cake, and waited to calm his breathing.
No matter how many times he did it, it never got old. The brunette grinned in satisfaction of the moment and nodded to himself that he was ready. He held his finger about an inch before his lips, and blew.
But air didn't come out.
Instead, fire did.
He blew only a small amount, so much not to completely inflame his index finger, (he needed that after all!) but enough so that a small flame ignited and flared at the tip of the finger. Using the flame's light to guide him, he slowly moved his finger down to the cake, and lit the single golden candle. Within a swift movement, he drew his hand back, and whipped it across his chest, blowing the flame on his finger out.
He then smiled, watching as the shadows of the ignited candle danced on the counter, as the flame itself bobbed up and down on the golden wax. He treasured the sight, and then whispered the same words he had bound to his heart forever.
"Liete latuparietos ulos aleaslos balolietolie."
And with that, he blew out the candle, once again secluding the male in darkness.
Hey guys! Hoped you liked it! I hope it wasn't so obvious on what Ritsu really is!
Oh, and by the way, "Liete latuparietos ulos aleaslos balolietolie." Is the spell from Castle in the Sky that Sheeta's grandmother teaches her. It means "Save me, and revive the eternal light." In Ritsu's case, he started it when he was held hostage at Area 51, alone in the darkness. So it was him asking for help, and someone to restore the light he longed to see. Hope it doesn't seem too cheesy :P
Thanks for reading!