This is my first No. 6 fanfiction. I do not own No. 6. Please review.
It's warm. It feels so different from what I'm used to.
How did I find this warmth? Where is it coming from?
I open my eyes and remember. I'm staring into the face of the boy who saved me. His name is Shion like the flower. Many people from where I'm from don't have beautiful names like his. I've decided to call myself after a small hated animal after all.
I look over to see the sun has barely risen. It's still dark enough outside for me to be able to escape without them being able to find me.
This is where I thrive. In darkness.
I look back over to Shion's face. He is fast asleep dreaming somewhere far away. I don't dream. I think my mind never knew how. Last night was the first night I ever felt safe enough to let myself sink far beyond the depth of unconscious; dreamless but satisfying.
I pass my hand over my arm and feel where Shion's stitches closed my wound. They feel bumpy under the sweater he gave me to wear. It's soft and warm like his hand was last night. I snuggle into it and smell its cleanness.
I need to go soon before Shion wakes up or they find me.
I carefully sit up and try to climb off the bed. I have one foot on the floor when I feel Shion move. I freeze. I look over to see he is still asleep.
"Ne...Nezumi." he whispers in his sleep.
Why would he call me?
I feel a sensation in my heart, not physical but emotional. It feels strange. I have never felt anything like this before.
Why do I feel this way?
I look over Shion again. He is strange and different. Anyone else would have called the authorities the moment they saw me but he reached out for me. He helped me not knowing a single thing about me and even after he knew I was on the run he helped me. He protected me and now I need to protect him.
"I'll come back." I promise quietly.
He barely moves as my voice reaches him.
I place my other foot on the floor and gently push off the bed to stand. I see the cups and plates on the table from last night. I never knew that stew and cherry cake tasted so good. I quietly walk down the stairs in his room and see the first aid kit on a table. I would need to find one when I'm finally out of No. 6.
The floor is a bit cold on the bottom level as I walk towards the window. It won't activate if I open and close it quickly. I look back to where Shion is asleep but I can't see him.
"I promise." I whisper.
I open the window only big enough so that I can squeeze through and close it once I'm outside. It is wet outside from the storm and everything almost looks natural. I stare though the window for a few moments as I let last night passes through my mind again.
Shion is my savior. He could have let me die from my wound or from the authorities catching me. I owe him my life because I have set his a tailspin downward. I will protect him from where I am. I will watch him and interfere if he needs me.
"I promise I'll come back." I say again.
I turn around and jump off the balcony carefully. The ground is wet under my feet. I know where to go and start running in that direction.
I will defeat No. 6 one day and save Shion from the lie he knows it is. I will help and protect him as my way to thank him for saving my life.
He was my savior and I will become his when the times comes.