~Hey guys! I'm back with a new story!~
*Anyway, DRAMAtical Murder has become literally one of my favorite fandoms in the span of a short time. I love the characters, the plot and all the other stuff (^_-) so I really wanted to write a new story about one of my newest and most adored ships, Noiz X Clear. I really hope you guys like this one, I know for fact this guy -points to self- is going to have a fun time writing it! Anyways, onto the important stuff!
-Some background info-
*This is, yet again, a yaoi/gay/slash fiction story. If you aren't a fan, leave please and hope you enjoy another story!
*These events take place after the original DRAMAtical Murder and before re:Connect (haven't played the latter nor know anything about it yet)
*This story is loosely based on Mink's route, where Aoba goes and lives with Mink in the country and (is assumed to) not return to the Old Residential District. So, while Aoba had his encounters with the other male leads, the finer points of their resolves kinda backtracked (i.e. Clear felt comfortable not having to wear his mask in public, but is kind of a loner now because Aoba's gone-the ONE person that made him feel like a people and Noiz is still the douchy, sarcastic teen we know he can be for the same reason.)
*I may be a little off on facts so forgive me ._. it's just supposed to be a cute, non-canon story between the robot and bunny lover
~Disclaimer~
*I own nothing but the plot of the fanfiction. The origin story, characters, and other elements belong to the creators of DRAMAtical Murder
Chapter One: Rain
The sky was grey, darkening with each passing hour. Shadows occupied the lightest corners of the Old Residential District as well as the darkest, leaving the once-tranquil city in state of omen. The streets desolate—seemingly deserted as everyone took it upon themselves to find refuge from the incoming storm. All was quiet—like the hallow halls of a school at class hour; the only sound audible was the pitter-patter of light drizzle falling upon the darkening, nearly monochromatic pavement and rooftops aplenty. The fall skyline looked like that of an enigmatic dream—quiet, tranquil in feeling but dark in appearance. The remains of Oval Tower still stood, most likely as solid reminder of the broken dreams and two-faced promises. With Toue gone, the town was void of social issues like it had before. If there was any conflict, it was more often than not just internal feelings—feelings often ignored by those who could care less about the person…or "not" person.
The wind blew coldly on the pale skin of the android as he sat quietly, his signature, transparent umbrella rested open on his right shoulder as he calmly relaxed on the rooftops above. He glowing magenta irises looked up at the sky blankly as the sky turned a darker shade of grey as it transitioned into the impending night. He was alone, nobody there to sooth his solitude and spark the fragment of happiness that he lost two weeks prior. Aoba Seragaki, his "master" and Midorijima's unsung hero who, with the help of his friends, prevented the entire island from being brainwashed and controlled by the entitled business man. For a while, all seemed great. The blue-haired heartthrob continued to live with his grandmother, Tae, and even helped the lost android find a place of residence. Clear was happy—not feeling the need to hide his face anymore. He was safe—and more so, he was in love—in love with the only person that showed his true self true friendship. He wanted to make Aoba his, an aspiration now rendered impossible. Two weeks ago, Aoba set out to locate the now-free Mink, and had not returned since. As the weeks had passed…and Aoba still had not returned. The young android had been instructed to not follow his master under any circumstance, so whether he was living safety with the ex-convict or he was no longer in this world, Clear would never know. At this point, he had given up all hope to if he would ever see the bluenette again and now went about his life as he did before, unseen, unheard—hiding from society as he did prior to meeting Aoba.
Clear was not well, without Aoba around, he had no one to aid him in his treating of unfamiliar malfunctions. While he is usually able to repair himself, there was this one particular virus that was eating away at him slowly, one he was very unfamiliar with. He tried to go about his days as usual—seeing any form of difficulty as a "minor inconvenience" and found means around it, a strategy successful almost 100% of time—almost. The virus was growing worse and he couldn't do anything about it. He accepted his fate and just went about life like normal, that is, until he starts to lose all function and cease to operate.
The young, deteriorating android leaped from the building roof to the dampened pavement below and decided to head for home. With all that was going on with him, the last thing he wanted was to be caught in the rain. He adjusted his umbrella to be more above his head and proceeded to walk towards his home. After walking some yards down the desolate street, he came across a stretch alleyway that lead exactly where he wanted to go and decided to take it. It was rather dark, no source of life but like any alleyway, held that otherwise disturbing presence that would keep anyone on edge. Clear held tight to his umbrella as he past the eerie street. The speck of glistening ivory looked about all sides like a timid child, despite knowing full well what he is capable of, he still feared any possible dangers. He was close to the other side, the grayscale light at the end of the tunnel. He relaxed a bit when he reached the clearing and smiled to himself. Not far in front of him was his home and he was excited to reach it. A peaceful end to an otherwise dreary day. He took a step forward.
"You goin' home?" asked a low voice barely audible over the falling rain.
The young robot jumped 3 feet at the sound of the voice and turn in its direction. The owner of the voice, a young blonde in apparel of white, black and bright green, stood against the wall, face down and eyes closed, as he chucked a familiar object—a cube of matching colors depicting an image of a digital bunny, up in the air and back into his grasp again.
"N-Noiz-san?!" the robot stammered as he stared wide-eyed at the boy.
The boy sighed in a frustrated manner and retorted accordingly.
"Well, are you?"
Clear nodded his head, a little of his apprehensiveness releasing from seeing the not-so-friendly but familiar face.
"Y-yes, Noiz-san!" the whitehead replied, "My house is just up there! Why do you ask?"
Noiz crossed his arms like a pouting child, not at all responding to the question Clear had just asked. The light in the sky was nearly diminished and the rain was coming down harder. Clear tilted his head as the younger gentleman stood defenseless against the fierce weather. Clear wondered over and over what exactly was running through the youth's mind to be standing out here at this? Nevertheless, the kind robot extended his arm and held his umbrella over the youth's soaking body.
"Here, so Noiz-san doesn't catch a cold."
The boy looked at the kind robot with a surprised gaze and his flushed red slightly, part in humiliation and part in just being plain freaked out by the unfamiliar kind actions bestowed upon him by Clear. He looked away.
"I'm fine. Just leave me alone!"
Clear eyes grew wide and he tilted his head. He turned it up towards sky and looked at the pitch-black blanket of clouds. It was now completely dark and the rain was coming down hard. He turned back to Noiz.
"Why aren't you at home, Noiz-san?" he questions the young adult, "It is quite late and the weather is not favorable…"
The green-clad boy glared at the artificial man.
"What's it to you?" he retorted.
Clear, still stained with that child-like inquiring expression on his face, continued to push.
"It's not like Noiz-san to lingering out in the rain, let alone in the dark. It's rather interesting to see you here."
Noiz rolled his eyes and put his head back down.
"My place is getting renovated, alright?" he muttered, "Anything else you want to know?"
Clear looked confused. He was not familiar with the process of a renovation and questioned the youth further.
"Oh, a renovation? Does that mean you cannot go home?"
Noiz shook head slightly, confirming it.
"Well, why doesn't Noiz-san just stay in a hotel, or maybe with a friend?"
Noiz shrugged his shoulders and shook his head again.
"I don't have any friends to stay with. I'm not close to any of the Ruff Rabbit members and one person I felt I could trust is gone. So, yeah, it's whatever. I'll just be homeless."
Clear made a sad expression—his bright feminine-colored irises sinking to meet the wetting pavement. There was a silence being the two males, the sole noise being the clanking sound of the falling rain on the metallic fire escape that stood behind Noiz. After a few short moments, Clear spoke up.
"Noiz-san, I want to come stay at my house, please?" he suggested in soft but serious tone.
Noiz lifted his head, though didn't turn his attention the android.
"Hmm?" he grunted.
Clear sighed and repeated himself.
"I would like you to stay in my home. I don't particularly like the thought of you having nowhere to go to. Please, let me provide you a place to stay. There is plenty of room, so I will not disturb you. Just please, let me help!"
Upon Clear's outburst, there was an air of silence. Clear's hair continued to grow soaked and fall heavily upon his skull, clinging to his extremely pale face. His arm was still outstretched over the shrouded teen, who, in turn, shrugged his shoulders and spoke up.
"I'll be gone by tomorrow." was all the blonde said.
Noiz proceeded to walk forward towards the robot's residence, the soaked owner himself following after.
"H-hey! Wait a minute, Noiz-san!"
The whitehead caught up to the other and stood right next to him, holding the umbrella over the pierced boy.
"I don't want you to get wet, Noiz-san!" he said, sympathetically.
"Hmph…." Noiz sounded, obviously impatient with the bot's quirky eccentricity and partially regretting all of this.
Clear was really worried about the guy, and without warning, interlocked his arm with Noiz and clutched tight. Now, the umbrella was opened above them and was somewhat keeping them both dry simultaneously.
"Now we can both be dry!" he said with a giddy, child-like smile.
Noiz shot a glare at him and then rolled his ocular pair in the opposite direction. He tried to break free but being an android, the white-haired creation's grip wasn't budging. After a few moments of unresolved struggle, he gave up.
"Can we leave now?" he grumbled under his breath.
And with that, the happy-go-lucky Clear and less-than-pleased Noiz departed to the comfortable establishment that was Clear's domain, out of the rain and bound of the warmth.
That's it for the first chapter! I hope you guys found it okay! A new part will be up soon! :3 Pretty please review so far! I would really appreciate the input! See ya again soon!