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The coldness of his fingers is so unlike the warmth of Ritsuka's touch as he brushes too-long hair from my face, his dark eyes menacing. Sadistic. I shivered, wanting to pull away from his touch but am unable. "Soubi… Tell me, what happened while I was gone? How has Ritsuka been? Soubi's eyes were glossy blue behind his glasses and as dismal as the storm brewing outside. He refused to look into Seimei's eyes, but rather stared at the floorboards of the small apartment. "Ritsuka has been well. He hasn't fallen sick once or twice and has made friends at school." Soubi hesitated, choosing his words carefully. "The past few weeks he's bee