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Title: Tutor
Rating: PG-13
Show/Movie/Book: Loveless
Characters: Soubi/Ristuka
Warnings: Older man younger boy, but no sex.



Ritsuka sat on his chair waiting for the tutor to come. He wanted to be angry at his teacher for making him see at tutor in the first place. What did it matter if passed school? He had nothing to look forward too. He was probably going to get a tutor that acted like he knew everything. The door slid open and a tall man walked into the classroom. Ritsuka had expected some snotty high school kid.

“Hello,” the man greeted, coming over to his table.

“Hello,” little Ritsuka replied getting up. The man was striking; he had ash blond hair and light brown eyes. He must have been a college student or an actual teacher.

“My name is Soubi, and I will be your tutor,” he smiled. Ritsuka just blinked. “Your teacher says that you need a little help with your grades.”

“No, I don’t.” It was Soubi’s turn to blink.

“Don’t you want pass and go to high school? Or even college.”

“Not particularly.” This was not going to be easy.

“Ok then. Let’s just get past this grade.”

“Sure, if you want.” Ritsuka was not easy on the man one bit, he didn’t want to.

“Math first. I was once told that you liked math.”

“Sorta.” Soubi sighed.

“We will start with Algebra.”

-=-=-=-=-

By the time the hour was up, Soubi wanted to throw something at the kid. He was not even trying. He wanted to be anywhere but here. Ritsuka had hardly said a word, when he did it was with an indifferent tone of voice. Why had he let the teacher talk him into this? If it wasn’t for the extra credit in his class, he would be walking out right now.

As he walked out of the school with the younger boy, he noticed there was no one waiting for Ritsuka; no one to pick him up.

“Would you like a ride?” he asked. Ritsuka shrugged. “I will take that as a yes,” he said as he veered left towards his black sports car.

“Nice car,” the younger boy said.

“Thanks, gift from my uncle.”

“He’s rich?”

“Somewhat. I was raised by him. I am more like the son he never had.”

“Oh.” Soubi unlocked the car and got in, the boy getting in also. It had been hard on Soubi, but he had grown to love his uncle like a father. He was just a boy when his parents were killed by a drunk driver. They had been going to a gala opening and told him that he would not like it. The last thing he told them was that he hated them, and went running into his bedroom like the spoiled little child he was. Sighing, Soubi turned the engine on and backed up.

“Where do you live?” he asked the silent boy to his right.

“Turn left then about three blocks, right then five more,” Ritsuka said, looking out the darkened window. The older man nodded. He noticed that as they came closer to Ritsuka’s home, the boy became tense, only looking out the window, straight ahead. There was more to this boy then met the eye, Soubi thought.

“I will see you tomorrow at the same time.” he said.

“Sure,” was the only reply he received.

-=-=-=-=-

Over the next few weeks he didn’t get as far in his lesson plans as he had wanted, but that was not the worst part. Ritsuka came to the lessons with bandages at least three times a week. When asked, the boy said his dog scratched him. When he asked Ritsuka’s teacher for confirmation about the dog, she said that she didn’t know he had one, but the boy never talked much anyway. Soubi began to think about what kind of life the boy had at home. He wondered even more when he offered to come in and meet Ritsuka’s parents. The boy quickly said they were out.

“Are you sure?” he asked, and the black haired boy nodded.

“Yeah. Thanks for the ride,” he said jogging up to the front door. Ritsuka never said thank you.

“Hmm…” he said to himself. There was something not right.

-=-=-=-=-

Ritsuka made it to his room before his mother even noticed. Locking the door as his mother called him for supper. As usual, he told her he was not hungry. A moment later the plates were being smashed. Ritsuka sighed, nothing ever pleased the woman, and now with his brother gone, he got the full force of her wrath.

Ritsuka went over to his balcony doors and opened them; a light breeze came through the room. Ritsuka breathed in the smells of fall. The last lawns were being mowed before winter, humidity hanging in the air, the smells of last outdoor cooking. Ritsuka went out onto the balcony and leaned over to the railing. Many nights like this, he would day dream about being a part of a real family. To have father that didn’t live at work to escapee his wife, a mother that was not crazy, and a brother that was alive. Sighing, he went back in and pulled his books out for school. Something fell out, landing on the floor. He looked at it; it was a light blue cell phone. Picking it up, he thought someone had dropped it in his bag, but he turned it over and there was a note sticking out of it. Flipping the phone open, he took the note out and read it.

Ritsuka,
If you ever need to talk, give me a call, I am the only number listed in here.
Soubi

So his tutor was the one that gave him the phone. He closed it, and placed both the note and the phone on his desk. He would give it back to the man first thing. But the more he tried to study, the more his eyes wandered over to the phone.

-=-=-=-=-

Soubi was waiting for him when he got the room the next day. Ritsuka took a breath before pushing the phone across the table.

“Here.”

“Hm, did it not work?” the blond asked.

“I don’t know. I just can’t take it. It’s too expensive.”

“No, it’s not. It is one of those freebees when you start up an account.” He pushed it back to Ritsuka. “It’s really nothing.”

“I can’t accept it.”

“You can’t accept a gift from a friend?”

-=-=-=-=-

A friend? He had never thought they were friends, it just didn’t seem like it was possible. The man was like twenty for god’s sake and he was just a twelve year old boy.

Sighing, Ritsuka got up from his bed and walked over the desk where the phone was sitting. A gift? It was not unheard of, but he had never thought of the man as one. He had never really had a friend. His only friend was his brother for most of his life. Picking the phone up, he examined it, turning it over his hand. He did the like the color of it: baby blue. But he had never told the man, did he just know? Wait, Ritsuka always wore a baby blue jacket to school, that must be it.

Ritsuka sat the phone back down. He still should have given it back, the phone might have not been expensive, but the calls were. Just then the phone rang, a low melody, the front lighting up. SOUBI. It said on the front. Picking it back up, he opened it.

“Hello?” he answered.

“Hi. So it does work,” came the friendly voice of his tutor.

“Yeah, it does. Why are you calling?”

“Thought you might want to go out, it’s Friday night.” Ritsuka frowned, wondering why.

“Why?”

“Because that is what friends do.”

“But you are twenty.”

“Twenty-one to be exact, and you are twelve. Is there something wrong with being friends with a twenty-one year old?”

“Other than the obvious point that people will think something bad about us, not really.” Soubi laughed over the phone.

“So let’s say an hour?”

“I can’t, mom does not want me going out after dark.”

“Oh…how about tomorrow? We can make a day of it?”

“Uh, sure.”

“Then it’s a date.” Before Ritsuka could say something about the ‘date’ part Soubi hung up, leaving Ritsuka standing in his room with his mouth open.

-=-=-=-=-

Ritsuka waited out in front of the gate for Soubi. It was a nice, sunny day so he didn’t bring his coat with him. His had grey shorts and a blue top, his hair a mess. He looked down the street to see Soubi’s sports car coming down. The car drove up to him and stopped, letting Ritsuka get in.

“Hello, Ritsuka,” the blond said, smiling. Soubi had a pale purple shirt and a pair of tan pants, his long blond hair was pulled back into a low pony.

“Hi,” the boy answered, closing the door. “Where are we going?”

“The beach sounds nice. It is a sunny day.” Soubi said as the car started moving again.

“Ok.” Ritsuka had not been to the beach since his brother had died. He didn’t miss the sun, or so he said to himself, but in truth it would be nice to lie on the beach. “But I didn’t bring a swim suit.”

“Don’t worry, we can just walk on the beach, we don’t need to go into the water to have fun.”

“Oh…”

-=-=-=-=-

The beach was warm and rather crowded. Soubi took out a small bag and locked up his car. Ritsuka peeked in. There were two big towels, two water bottles, sunscreen, and something else he could not see.

“You came prepared.”

“Of course,” Soubi smiled. “Come, I see a place we can lay our towels.” He took Ritsuka’s hand and led him to the far side of the beach.

Ritsuka’s breath quickened as the older man took his hand. It was warm and soft, the last touch he felt by human hands was his mother’s last night as she hit him on the side. But this contact was gentle and didn’t hurt. Ritsuka caught his grin before it became a full blown smile. He looked out on the beach to regain control.

Soubi brought them to a nice little area, rocks on one side and the outstretched beach on the other side. Families were all around them with their kids playing on the beach and in the shallow water. The blond laid out the two towels, one red and one yellow. He took a seat on the red one and pulled his top over his head and off.

“Ritsuka can you put this on me?” he asked pulling the sunscreen out of his bag. Ritsuka blushed slight but nodded and took it. He kneeled behind Soubi. He had never really noticed how long the man’s hair was, it ran down his back like a waterfall of sunshine. The boy brushed it aside to get at his tutor’s back. Soubi had lean muscles, not the massive ones that come with lifting weights. His back was just as white has his face.

“What type of sunscreen is this?” he asked. “SPF 1000?” How could a man, that liked being out here be so white?

“No,” Soubi chuckled, “nothing like that. I just put a lot on. I am naturally so pale and I hardly burn.”

“Well, that’s good.”

“How about you?”

“Hm?”

“Do you burn?”

“Well I…” Ritsuka started. “I like to stay indoors most of the time.”

“Aw, why? The sun doesn’t wonders for your body and everyone needs a little fresh air.”

“I leave my window open.”

“That is not the same,” Soubi frowned. The blond pushed his hair back and took the sunscreen from Ritsuka and put someone his chest. “Do you want me to put some on your back?”

“Naw, I am not taking my shirt off.”

“But you’ll get hot.” Soubi turned around. “Come on.”

“No.” Ritsuka shook his head.

“Ritsuka” He moved to take Ritsuka’s shirt off, but the boy jumped up.

“I said no,” he turned and ran away, slipping between two rocks. Soubi sighed getting up and going after him. “Ritsuka, I didn’t mean anything, I’m sorry.” He looked around and saw Ritsuka against a rock. “I really am,” he said again.

“I … I don’t want you to see.”

“See what? We are both men.”

“No that’s not it,” Soubi lifted his chin up to see the black haired boy was crying.

“Then what?”

“I don’t want you to see my bruises.”

“Bruises?” the blond frowned. “Is it … is your father abusing you?” Ritsuka shook his head. “Your mother?” The boy nodded.

“I’m sorry,” he said, putting his head against Soubi’s chest.

“Shh, nothing to be sorry about, Ritsuka,” he patted the boys’ head. “You don’t have to.”

“Soubi…I like you.”

“I like you too,” Soubi chuckled, he had finally cracked the shell that Ritsuka had around him.

“No, I mean really like you.”

“You like me?”

“I think.” Soubi leaned down placing a light kiss on Ritsuka’s forehead.

“So do I.”