I wanted this story to relate to the original a lot, but in AU. So that's why it's quite similar. It will differ more as it goes on.

Disclaimer: I don't own No.6

Sion opened the door and stepped into his apartment, placing his keys absently on the table to his left. He gazed around at the pristine white walls and furniture that were put into his home by the best designers the city had to offer. That was part of his privilege as a newly enrolled, gifted curriculum student in his city's elite college. He had been given a shiny new flat and a sleek little car so that he wouldn't need to worry about anything other than his studies. He could barely suppress the urge to turn on music of yore and dance while he splattered the colors of the world onto his walls. Not just the whites that his city was doused in, but the colors of birds and plants and animals that he had only ever seen in books or in the form of an electric image. An intrinsic rush of vicious desire overcame him.

Break it.

Destroy it.

Destroy what?

Everything.

Everything?

The feeling disappeared as soon as it came and Sion's gaze settled upon a small box atop his glass coffee table. He smiled as he peered through the thin stretch of plastic that centered the roof of the box. In it was a small, icing covered cake, complete with bordering cherries and a petite card. He lifted the lid and slid a finger across the white icing, taking the card in hand and flipping it open. It was handwritten in the small, loopy letters he knew as his mother's.

Sion,

Well wishes for your birthday! I'm sorry I couldn't get time off from the bakery, but I wouldn't want to disappoint the customers. And I know you won't be privy enough to make plans yourself, so I invited Safu over to your place. She'll be there at six. I hope you enjoy the cake (Lili helped to make it). I love you. - Mom

His smile heightened and he ran another finger over his fresh track in the icing, revealing the red insides of his cherry cake. He loved that red. It was the only color in No.6 that was bright enough to be considered natural. Sometimes he would find himself digging his fingernails into his flesh in attempt to see that liquid crimson slide down his ivory skin.

He heard the sound of rain as he set the cake down on a white plate, removing a section and settling it atop a smaller plate. He rummaged through his drawers that he had purposefully disorganized and took a fork in his hand, taking a bite of the aesthetic treat. He hummed in delight, closing his eyes and listened to the rain grow heavy.

He wanted to hear more; hear clearly the discordant, careless patter of water hitting the Earth with all it's might. He set his plate down and flung open his balcony windows. His emotions bested him and he sung along with the scattered rhythm, yelling in a voice that if shown in public would surely grant him a pass to the madhouse. Raindrops dove down his throat, dampening his hair and skin. He closed his eyes and stopped his vocalization, turning around to take up his sweet once again. But... where was it? He had only taken a bite, yet only a dusting of crumbs remained atop the glassware. He whipped around as he felt an unknown presence, but before he could see the figure that shared the space he was pinned to the ground.

Sion looked up to a child that was dripping wet and licking icing from his lips. Boy or girl, old or young, short or tall; Sion couldn't tell. His eyes wouldn't leave the raw red skin that stretched over his left shoulder.

"Don't move" An icy voice filled the stagnant air.

He was a boy. Young... probably fourteen, and he was considerably smaller then Sion. His eyes were dark and light at the same time. A pool of grey that was so different from anything he had seen. The boy's thin arms and legs didn't look strong but they held down Sion's arms with one hand while the other closed around his neck. He straddled his lap with either such skill or such strength that his legs wouldn't budge. His brown hair was floating just above Sion's skin.

"I see," He gasped "You're used to doing this"

His gaze stayed fixed and unwavering. Those eyes held no emotion and were impossibly calm. Sion felt like his own emotions were being sucked into them; they were ridding him of his panic.

"I'll treat your wound. You're hurt aren't you? I'll treat it."

Sion stared up to the quiet, grey eyes and felt an odd sense of unease run through him. He felt like the boy was looking straight through him; he was just a cell under a microscope. He averted his gaze and repeated himself.

"I'll treat the wound. It's a burn right? I'll help. Treat. You understand what I'm saying right?"

The grip around my neck loosened slightly and the grey eyes drooped, showing his fatigue for an instant.

The small cake thief leaned away from Sion's body and collapsed, rather composed, into a kneel. Sion stood and warm air circulated through the room as he shut the windows. He pulled a plastic, white box from a shelf and kneeled before his intruder. He checked his vitals before tearing the fabric away from his torso -thankful that none was stuck to the wound- and examining the wound.

"This..."

He couldn't take his eyes away from the bubbling, deformed skin covering his shoulder. It was a searing red that made Sion's face distort in aversion.

"A burn like this... how?" was his barely assembled question.

"Gasoline and fire" He answered casually

"Gasoline?" Sion questioned in shock "How did you manage to do that?"

"Not me"

Sion's eyes widened "Someone lit you on fire? I can't believe someone would would do that to you... unless it was an accident"

"You really think someone could light me on fire by accident? Aren't you supposed to be one of those petri-dish elite's?"

"If you mean that I'm in the gifted curriculum, then yes." He said, taking a syringe from the medical kit.

"What is that."

"Local anesthesia. Are you ready?"

"Wait, you're gonna freeze it and then what"

"Debridement"

"Debridement?"

"I'm going to get rid of the dead skin"

"How?" He said with a hint of panic in his voice.

"With these." Sion said, pulling a scalpel and tweezers.

"Tweezers? Can you be any more primitive?"

"Well a burn's pretty primitive in itself"

He disinfected the wounded area, and applied the anesthesia.

"It should get numb in a few minutes, and then..."

"You're gonna rip off my flesh"

"Yeah"

"Do you have experience?"

"A bit"

He had received a small amount of training in this, but if you added his common knowledge to that, he was confident in his ability. He went to work, placing the removed dead skin and tissue onto a towel he had laid out, trying and failing to ignore the small flinches of pain that the boy let off.

"Sorry" He whispered.

"You shouldn't be. You're the one treating my wounds."

"Right"

Setting down his tools, he began wrapping the wound lightly in dry bandages. He looked into the boy's face. He had thin cheeks with skin that seemed to stretch across his bones. It wasn't the face of someone who had lived in luxury. This boy had certainly seen things that Sion couldn't imagine. He looked exhausted and worn down. But his eyes were different. They held a fiery vitality that seeped into Sion's skin just by looking. He would never forget those eyes that were staring at him unblinkingly.

"You're strange"

"How so?"

"You haven't even asked my name"

"Yeah, but I haven't introduced myself either. I'm Sion, like the flower. How about you"

"Nezumi"

"Huh?"

"That's my name"

"No... that's not it"

"Why not"

Those weren't the eyes of any rat. They were eyes that drew you in unconditionally. He could walk into the depths of those eyes without a second thought; never looking back.

"It just... isn't right"

"Well whatever" Nezumi said standing up

"Where are you...?"

"Thanks for the help... I'll pay you back, somehow."

He made his ways to the window and Sion lurched forward without thinking.

"Stop... you can't leave" He demanded hesitantly, holding onto a small wrist.

"And why is that, I'm just some mangy kid off of the street, you should be more cautious you know"

"I am cautious... normally. But... you're just a kid and you're hurt and..."

"And?"

And you're eyes are a strange color that I've never seen before. And they drew me in.

"And I'll feel bad if you're injury gets infected"

Nezumi shrugged and walked over to the couch.

"It's nice"

"You can sleep there if you want"

"Really?"

"Sure"

"Thank you"

Those were the first words of gratitude Sion had heard since Nezumi entered his home.

What did you think? It's... I don't know. I wrote it and presumably you read it, that's all we need to know... Well I would also like to know if you liked it or hated it or thought it was a disgrace to No.6 and Asano Atsuko. Nezumi's 14 and Sion's 18 by the way.

Thanks for reading!