Hello there my dear readers this is just a sad little No.6 fic I wrote, nya.

Shion I'm sorry... But it looks like I won't be able to fulfill my promise to you... It looks like I was never meant to... The black haired actor thought as he wrote his last note and held it in his hand as he died. It was addressed to the white haired airhead he was in love with.

At that exact moment a mug Shion had just washed broke for no reason at all. Well that's rather ominous! I hope the plague in No.5 doesn't spread to here in No.6... Or maybe something happened to Nezumi! A wistful expression took over the look on Shion's face as he though of the gray eyed man who had stolen his heart at the age of twelve. I wonder if he remembers his promise...? It's been six long years already... How long will you make me wait, bake Nezumi?

The next morning Shion's secretary came into his office and informed him that a doctor from No.5 was there to speak with him about something important. When he met with the doctor, she handed him a piece of paper, telling him they had found it on the corpse of a raven haired young man.

Dear Shion,

If you are reading this then it means I have died in No.5 and can therefore not keep

my promise that I made all those years ago to you. All you really need to know is

that I truly did love you... That being said I hope you can understand I needed

to have my freedom for awhile, destroying No.6 was my only goal in life

so after the wall fell I had to go away and find myself again.

Goodbye and I love you my prince

As was predicted Shion was crying, as anyone would after receiving such a letter from someone they had loved in relative silence for ten or so years... After a good, long cry Shion asked the doctor to take him to where Nezumi was buried, she nodded sympathetically, leading him just outside of No.6 to a grave marked with rocks and two boards tacked together with 'NEZUMI' painted crudely in white.

"Welcome back, Nezumi, I love you." Shion said, a heartbreaking smile on his face, as he sank to the ground and began to cry again, the gray sky giving way to rain, as if the very heavens themselves were shedding tears.