Shattard
Chapter 1
Pairing: Nezumi x Sion.
Anime/Manga: No.6.
Disclaimer: I do NOT own No.6.
Nezumi reached out his shaken hand, his eyes went wide at the sight. Blood would start to go through Sion's t-shirt and his red eyes shook with fear. He would start to fall backwards, Nezumi quickly grabbed Sion's hands just in time when Sion slipped off the edge and began to fall down the vent. Nezumi fell down with Sion.
Safu would be sitting on the bench in the field of flowers, holding her grandmothers cardigan to her chest. She had been trying to find out what happened to Sion but nothing came up. She quickly stood up and looked to her left then to her right, her breath was visible since the air was too cool.
Karan's shoulders shook as she held a small piece of paper in her fingers.
"Mom, Thank you.
I will always love you."
Karan ran down the street, running through the crowd, towards the broken wall.
Nezumi and Sion would be looking at the broken wall from the outside. They both had blood covering their clothes but no wounds on their body. The memories of 5 years ago went through their minds. The memory of leaving Safu in the building only a few hours ago. The memory of when Sion screamed at the sky on a stormy night. The memory of when Neumi escaped the 'hell hole'. The memory of when Neumi saved Sion and escaped from No.6.
The yellow beam through the sky, the yellow swirls destroying the wall, the heart of No.6 getting destroyed and blown up. Karan crying every-time she got a letter from her son, Sion. When Nezumi and Sion's wounds disappeared and Sion didn't die. All the fights that Nezumi and Sion had. When Sion rescued that brunette baby.
And especially when Nezumi and Sion kissed.
I know that it sucks but this is my little fanfiction from the AMV - Shattard - No.6
Link: watch?v=kaVkCn9w7HE
"I strained to get a look at his eyes. They were a dark, yet at the same time, light, grey. I'd never seen a color like that before. The pair of grey eyes were unblinking. Their gaze still fixed, they grew calm like the gentle surface of the ocean I could see myself reflected in the intruder's eyes. For a moment, I felt like I would get sucked into them. That eye color wasn't that of any rat. It was something more elegant. Like… the sky just before the crack of dawn ― didn't it look like that? I blushed, embarrassed at catching myself spouting off like some lame poet."