A/N : Except for the Nezumi part and some other parts, sentences are from No.6 by Atsuko Asano, slightly reedited to fit the story. Translation is by 9th Avenue. Check it out : 9th- ave. blogspot. fr
September 7th.
It was only past four in the evening but already it was getting dark. The trees in the yard bowed in the winds and leaves and small branches were torn off. The noise today was unlike any other. Each tree made a different groaning sound. Torn leaves and branches smacked against the window, and then were whipped away. Time and time again, gusts of wind burst against the window.
It was the best birthday present Shion had ever gotten. He was filled with excitement but also a strange feeling. He couldn't figure out what it was. He itched to open the window, bring the air in, the rain. A branch with green leaves still attached smacked into the window. A gust of wind followed and its roar resonated for some time. The feeling was pushing him, he wanted the window out of his way, he wanted to hear, to feel the raging wind. He wanted to remember what it was like.
He threw the window open.
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September 7th. The date stayed on Nezumi's mind all day, since he woke up to the digital clock displaying 3 o'clock. He couldn't go back to sleep so he decided to take a walk in the streets. He had a strange feeling and he couldn't figure out what it was. He wandered around the city, trying to remember why this day was so familiar.
When the sun rose ant the town awoke, Nezumi sat down on a bench and watched the people pass on the street. Slowly, a fog covered the road and wind began to blow, strong and powerful. The air was charged with electricity and humidity, the heat was almost unbearable. Soon, Nezumi was sweating but he stayed in place. In some strange way, he was waiting for the rain. He hated the rain. He hated to be soaked and he hated the heat. But he stayed. He wanted to remember what it was like.
September 7th still on his mind.
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The first raindrop fell. The storm raged, the wind rumbled as if coming from deep within the earth. It was a roar they hadn't heard in a long time. They too, raised their own hands and let out a yell. It would scatter on the storming winds, and reach no one's ears.
This scream had a meaning, like a secret known only to them. Like knowledge from ancient times, they called out in the rain.
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The drifter and the stationary one – their path were bound to intersect again.
The wind blew.
The light streamed down, and encompassed everything.
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I've been waiting for you.
I missed you.
Okaeri, Nezumi.
Tadaima... Shion.
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No. 6―a city by that name once existed here.
It had existed, once the epitome of human intelligence, a utopian city-state.