A/N: So, I've become addicted to No. 6. Nezumi and Shion are just…awesome. And I'm going to use "Shion" instead of "Sion", just because I'm so used to saying Shion on Twitter. Anyway, this is written in the style of some of my other fics. If you haven't read them, you'll see.
Disclaimer: No. 6. Isn't mine. If it was….use your imagination.
Four years.
Four long lonely years.
I watched him.
I, the rat,
Spied upon the incarnation of innocence.
Shion.
I have not broken that habit.
I still watch him
All the time.
Usually, he doesn't notice.
Airhead.
Even now
He doesn't notice.
Shion is a living piece of art.
I would sell my soul for him to be mine forever.
The way his snowy hair falls across his face.
His innocent eyes.
His voice.
But I can't.
I can't taint that innocence.
I could always be confusing innocence with stupidity
(Damn No. 6)
But honestly
I like Shion as he is.
I watch him sleep.
I stroke his hair
I caress the snake that rests his head on his cheek.
I look down at Shion's beautiful face
And futilely hope
That he would feel that way.
But he doesn't understand true love.
He knows the scientific aspect of love.
(Again, Damn you, No.6)
He knows the body's reactions
The mind's distractions
But he doesn't know love.
I watch him read the love stories.
His face lights up
But that is fake love.
Fairy tale love.
His eyes shine
(Sometimes his cheeks turn pink)
As the characters
Dance into the sunlight
And end with a kiss.
If only.
I watch him
Watch me.
I can't read his face.
Usually he is transparent
But tonight.
Tonight is…different.
Why?
I watch his lips form my name.
I reply snidely as my heart stops for a moment.
I must keep him at a distance.
I can never love someone.
They'll only bring me down.
That was my resolve.
Shion is suddenly too close.
I swallow.
His lips touch mine
Only for the briefest of moments
He pulls away
Smiling.
I brush my lips with my thumb
And watch him walk away.