Anime: *appears from deep within the fanfiction world* Hello, No. 6 fans! Welcome to the mad world of Anime's creation that brought to you this fic: DRAMA Is Now In Session! Terrible title, I know. I just didn't know what to name this. If you have an alternate title for this fic, please tell me.

Shion: Hello! *waves with a grin on his face* It's nice to meet you all!

Nezumi: *raises eyebrow at Shion* You're chipper than usual.

Kai: Well, this is Anime's first No. 6 fic and it's a NezuShi fic. Now, we were supposed to say something important, aren't we? What was it? *stares at smudged writing on his hand* I should really remember important things. My kanji sucks.

Rin: *sighs* Bloody typical. We wish a very happy birthday to the craziest yaoi fangirl we know: "Ship". You know who you are. Happy birthday and enjoy your present Anime has given you: this NezuShi fic she promised you since last year.

Anime: I will warn people that Nezumi and Shion might be OOC. I apologize. I haven't watched No. 6 yet *gasps coming from Shion* but I have read a lot about it. I hope you guys don't kill for that.

Kai: Rated T because this is Anime's fic. It's bound to be filled with violence, slash and language, amongst other things. Seriously, she has yet to write something nice, sweet and innocent.

Anime: I was innocent . . . until I discovered yaoi and fanfiction. Now I'm just awesome.

Rin: Anime doesn't own No. 6. Her OCs belong to her, like myself, Haru, Natasha and Aya. Shion, Nezumi, Safu and Inukashi belong to the No. 6 franchise. Kai belongs to the Beyblade franchise. Is that a good enough disclaimer?

Aya: We hope you enjoy the show!

**Edited on September 2017 because the plot is kinda different now.**

~~~DRAMA~~~

Prologue: How Did This Happen?

April 17, 2016

It was a rainy day in Sakura, Japan – in the Chiba Prefecture – where most of its populace were in their warm homes. Well, this story didn't center on any of the people that were in their homes, oblivious to what was going on outside. No, these people had their own stories, none of them intertwining with the one being told now.

At this moment, in an alley hidden from view, about twenty men surrounded a group of four males, all the guns they possessed pointing at the teenagers. The taller males hid the shorter males behind them, glaring at the men. These four are the center of our story.

One of the short males that appeared to be seventeen had silver-white hair, a slim body structure, pale skin and stunning red eyes. He wore black trousers and a red coat with a hood. Underneath the coat, he was wearing a white collared shirt with a light turquoise sweater over it. He was clutching to the male who stood protectively in front of him.

The male in front of him appeared to be seventeen and had a fair, pale complexion with a slender jawline, silver eyes with broad, well-muscled shoulders, though he was thin and appeared agile. His slate-colored hair was in a spiked ponytail and it seemed some of his hair was securing it. He was wearing a dark grey, green-tinted leather jacket that was decorated with pockets and zippers. Underneath, he wore a pale yellow long-sleeve shirt. His beige cargo pants had large pockets of either side, with only the left pant leg tucked into his combat boots. He was wearing a large, dark grey scarf too, which seemed to double as his cloak.

Another male that also appeared to be seventeen, hidden behind his taller companion, had raven-black hair, deadly pale skin and stunning blue eyes – almost cerulean in shade – that were narrowed as they assessed the situation. He had a small gash across his cheek, blood coming out of it. He was wearing a black coat, dark blue jeans, and a midnight-blue collared shirt. On one of his pale fingers was a golden ring, showing that he was married.

The last male, who appeared to be eighteen, was pale, tall and muscular and had crimson red eyes – unlike the white haired male, his looked downright menacing – and had dual-colored hair. The front-top of his hair was slate while the back-bottom was black. He was wearing black pants with a dark blue top with a black vest adorned with red stripes and yellow buttons. He wore a white scarf around his neck, fingerless black gloves and black shoes. He, along with the slate-haired male, looked the most dangerous. If you paid attention, you'd see he was also wearing a golden ring, matching the raven's.

These four were our protagonists: Shion Kaji, Nezumi Hosoya, Rin Mizushima and Kai Hiwatari, respectively. If anyone said they were an odd group, they would be right. With all their clashing personalities, one wondered how they had not killed themselves. It seemed opposites did attract, after all.

"You know," Nezumi started, glancing at all the guns that were pointing at their heads and sighed, "could've been worst. We could've been shot at sight." Of course, that didn't help reassure his companions. Shion's eyes widened at hearing that and would've let out a whimper of fear but didn't do so.

"We're gonna die. . . We're gonna die virgins," Kai deadpanned and Rin almost fell back at the statement while Shion blushed at how he said it so nonchalantly. He sighed, as if defeated, "Geez, I didn't get to consummate my marriage." He smirked and turned back to Rin, winking at him. Rin's cheeks flushed indignantly – or was he actually blushing? – and turned to one of the men.

"Just pull the damn trigger and end my suffering," Rin said with an eye roll, ignoring Shion's horrified look, Nezumi's raised eyebrow and Kai's glare. He huffed, "This way, I'm getting out of this damned marriage that I was forced into."

"You're such a pessimist, Rin," Shion pouted at his friend, who turned to him and raised an eyebrow. Shion knew he and Kai weren't a happy couple – hell, they couldn't stand each other – but he didn't want his friend thinking like that.

"I try," Rin replied with a shrug.

A gun was placed on Kai's temple, silencing the others. Even though he hid it well, Shion could tell that Rin had stiffened upon seeing the gun on his husband's head. "Are you the males Nezumi Hosoya, Shion Kaji, Kai Hiwatari and Rin Mizushima?"

"No," Kai replied, his face becoming a cold and calculating mask, hiding his emotions from view. Shion envied his ability to do that, "I'm just the male Kai Hiwatari. I am, obviously, one person. I would think Grandfather would at least hire some hitmen with some brains." Shion didn't know if Kai was brave or stupid for insulting the guy with the gun. Either that, or he was as sarcastic as Nezumi. He was leaning towards the latter.

"Not a good time to be a smart ass, Hiwatari," Rin hissed at him, glaring daggers at the back of Kai's head. It would've been intimidating if he wasn't two inches or so smaller than Kai.

Kai turned to look back at him, raising an eyebrow, "Can I be a smart ass in bed?" Rin turned bright red while Shion covered his blushing face. Honestly, it seemed Kai and Nezumi thrived making Rin and Shion blush.

"God," Nezumi cried out at last, catching the attention of Rin and Kai, "will you two stop hitting on each other? It's getting annoying." Shion covered his face. He agreed somewhat with Nezumi. Both of them obviously liked each other, even though they had an act of hating each other.

"I'll stop as soon as you and Shion come out of the closet. It's bloody obvious that you're so gay for each other. When you do come out, though, please get a room." Rin scoffed, glaring at Nezumi.

"Are you offering yours?" Nezumi challenged, eyebrows raised.

"Does anyone remember the men that want to kill us?" Shion timidly asked. This was not shaping up to be one of his good days. Sure, Shion was no stranger to having bad days. Hell, he was used to it. But getting chased around the city by men working for the head of the Russian and Japanese mafia with one of his best friends, his crush, his friend's husband who is the grandson of the man who was friends with the man that had employed the men to kill them had won the award of Shion's Worst Day Ever.

"We remember," Nezumi replied as he looked at all the guns currently pointing at them. He shrugged, "we just happen to overlook it."

"Used to it, Hosoya?" Kai asked. It was no secret to them that Nezumi was part of the most notorious gang in Sakura – the Deathrunners – that often clashed with the police and the Shadowriders in deadly gunfights. Hell, he was the leader of the Deathrunners! Of course he was used to seeing several guns pointed at him.

Geez, Shion really had to get normal friends. He had the leader of the Deathrunners as a crush, the head of Mizushima Enterprises – a corporation known for its military-based creations, amongst other things – as a friend and the grandson of the head of Hiwatari Enterprises as a close friend. Not only that, he also was friends with other gangsters and other powerful kids from influential familes. Did he even have normal friends?

"This is a good day for me, Hiwatari," Nezumi shrugged.

Rin groaned, face-palming, "How are these guys the 'semes' in the relationships? I just don't get it." Sometimes, Shion wondered the same thing. Unlike Rin, however, he didn't ask the question out loud. Then again, while he was somewhat meek (the qualities of an uke, Natasha had told Shion), Rin spoke his mind. It was a mystery how he was an uke. Then again, if you saw Kai and Rin, you'd see that Kai was definitely the dominant one in the relationship.

Kai winked at Rin, causing the other to glare daggers at him, "You know why." Shion blushed at Kai's suggestion. He was really glad that Nezumi didn't act the way Kai did. He'd be reduced to a blushing, stuttering mess. Then again, Nezumi didn't have to do much to Shion to make him act like that.

"Get a room! Preferably a soundproof one!" Nezumi called out.

"Enough of this!" A man yelled out and yanked Rin away from Kai, grasping the raven's arm roughly. Rin didn't even have time to yell profanities at the man before the hard gun hit the back of his head, making him faint. Shion froze. His friend looked dead!

"Rin!" Kai cried out, watching as his partner – Shion refused to call Rin Kai's 'wife' – was dragged away. His crimson eyes looked dangerous as he turned to glare at the man who was responsible for hurting Rin.

The man didn't acknowledge the glare. Instead, he turned his gun towards Shion, making the young male freeze the way a deer would when caught in front of the headlights, "Your execution date has arrived. It's time to die."

"You're not touching him!" Nezumi launched himself at the man. Shion reached out to stop him – he had no weapons, after all – before he did anything stupid. Stupid or not, Nezumi attacking someone for his sake was a very courageous act. He couldn't hate him for it. That didn't mean Shion's blood didn't freeze upon seeing the man load his gun.

"Nezumi!"

A gun shot rang through the empty alleyway. Nezumi fell to his knees with a cry, clutching his wounded shoulder. Shion watched, horrified, as blood oozed out of the wound. Red. So much red.

"No! Nezumi!" Shion cried out again and was about to run towards the one he loved when Kai grabbed him and pushed him behind him, as if protecting him from harm.

Nezumi turned to him and smiled. The smile that others would see and automatically know that Nezumi was bad news but Shion saw as endearing and cute. He didn't even mind seeing blood coming out from the side of Nezumi's mouth. Seeing Nezumi smile like that made him feel slightly better. "Don't worry, Shion," Nezumi replied, his voice soft, "This is nothing I haven't-."

He was cut short by a kick to his ribs, delivered to him by the same man that had shot him. Shion cried out in anguish, covering his mouth with both hands. He resisted the urge to cry, especially when he saw Nezumi cough out blood before falling forward. No one should see the one they care about so much in such a position. It was a cruel and terrible thing to see.

"Bastards!" Kai yelled as he ran forward, Shion not daring to stop him. He punched the man who had hurt Nezumi – too much blood was coming out of the wound – and glared with so much rage – blinding rage – that Shion was glad that he was on his side.

"Son of a-." The man punched Kai in the nose, the slate haired teen retaliating with a strong kick to the man's chest, causing him to fall forward. As soon as the man was down, Kai ran towards where they had dragged Rin away. At the same time that Kai started running to find Rin and the other men leapt to action, Shion rushed to Nezumi's side, falling to his knees to assess the wound.

"How bad is it?" Nezumi asked him, their eyes meeting for a brief moment before Shion looked back at the wound. Shion was afraid as he saw a lot of blood coming out of Nezumi's wound. Natasha had taught him a lot from the medical field for him to be hailed a genius in that but he was afraid that the bullet had hit an artery. If that happened, Nezumi could bleed out.

"I can't tell with all the blood that's coming out of it," Shion truthfully told Nezumi. He started ripping a part of his sweater to cover the wound, knowing that was the safest bet at the moment, "You'll be- agh!"

"Shion!"

The man tsked as he yanked at Shion's pale hair, eliciting a scream from said male, making Shion stand, "You're going to be the first to die and then your boyfriend follows. The newlyweds will be killed by Voltaire-sama and the boss himself."

"Let him go!" Nezumi yelled at the man, looking slightly intimidating despite the fact that he was losing a lot of blood. Nezumi's concern was sweet but Shion wasn't completely defenseless as he and many others thought.

Shion grabbed the man's arm that had a tight grip on his hair and threw him forward, crying out as some of his hair was pulled out. The man yelled out in pain as he landed on his back. Nezumi's eyes widened in surprise, "Whoa! Didn't know you could do that! How the hell could you do that?" As far as he knew, Shion was the demure, intelligent kid that hadn't ever gotten into a physical fight. How in the world was he able to do that?

"I studied all kinds of self-defense for eleven years," Shion informed him, massaging his scalp, "I think I am somewhat prepared for this kind of stuff." He was really glad that Haru had been able to convince him to start studying self-defense. It was totally worth the trouble. He'd never bitch about his lessons ever again.

Nezumi smirked. Intelligent, good-looking – amongst other things, of course, but Nezumi wasn't going to list all of Shion's great qualities at the moment – and strong? Damn, Shion was the perfect package. If he didn't love the other boy, he'd fall for him now. His eyes widened as he looked over Shion's shoulder, seeing the approaching opponent, "Look out!"

Shion turned and dodged a punch that was aimed for his head. He launched a kick at his attacker, only for the man to catch it. Shion cursed (much to Nezumi's surprise) and kicked out with his other leg the way Haru had taught him. His eyes widened when it was also caught and he fell back, his head meeting the wet concrete with a cry.

The man chuckled, "You're not the only one with training, kid." He twisted Shion's right ankle to the side, grinning when Shion screamed. Nezumi stood up on wobbly legs, keen on defending Shion. The man's eyes narrowed and he released one of Shion's legs to punch the already weakened Nezumi. Nezumi fell back, wincing as he felt more blood coming out of the wound. Damn, his vision was getting dizzy.

"When will kids learn not to play with the big boys?" The man asked. His other hand grasped Shion's captured leg and twisted it. Shion screamed, writhing in the ground. The man grinned and then delivered a strong kick to the twisted limb. Shion's scream of pain rang through Nezumi's mind.

Shion bit down on his lower lip as the man released his leg, whimpering softly. He was deathly afraid of knowing that his bone was broken. He wished so much that Haru and Natasha were here at the moment, even if they probably wouldn't be able to do much, considering their condition.

He froze when he felt the cold metal being pressed to his temple. Why was this happening to them? Why was the end going to be so sudden? This wasn't how Shion expected to die! He refused to go down like this!

"You all should've minded your business, you know?" The man's taunting voice rang through his head as he removed the gun's safety, "Maybe then, you all wouldn't have to die. But you just wanted to find the ones responsible for the deaths of the Mizushimas, among other things. This is what you get for sticking your nose where it doesn't belong."

Nezumi was crawling towards Shion, reaching out to him. He wasn't going to lose Shion. He lost many things and people in his life. Shion wasn't going to be one of them. "Shion," He croaked out. Great, now he was seeing double.

Shion stared at the sky, seeing all the raindrops falling from the sky. How had his life turned to this? He had been living a normal life before this happened. When had his life taken such a dangerous turn? Oh, he remembered.

"Goodnight kid."

"Shion!"

The day Shion Kaji's life became dangerous was that fateful day nearly seven months ago when he decided to become Nezumi Hosoya's counselor for the sake of the club he helped create.

~~~DRAMA~~~

Anime: Okay, that's a wrap! Again, happy birthday, Ship-chan! Are you satisfied?

All: . . .

Aya: You had to end it in a cliffhanger, didn't you?

Anime: I couldn't resist! You guys are fun to mess with, ya know! *maniacal laugh* I like to think of this as payback for all those authors that do this kinda stuff to me. Now that I think about it, cliffhangers are fun!

Rin: You're hopeless.

Natasha: We all know that!

Haru: Ah, that was fun.

Kai: You only say that because you weren't the one getting hurt here.

Natasha: Well, duh.

Inukashi: Rin and Aya are main characters – along with Kai – in Anime's other fics: Awakening of the Forsaken Fallen and MIAB. Check it out if you're from the Beyblade fandom. There are several hints of Rin x Kai.

Shion: Eh?! When did I-?

Nezumi: When did he-?

Anime: I can't stand the fact that the lovely Shion was nice and sweet and all that jazz. If I'm going to write Shion, I'm making him a badass. You can't judge me for that. Besides, he didn't kill anyone. Yet . . .

Nezumi: We made terrible mistakes when we decided to come here.

Shion: Why did we sign those contracts without reading them?

Rin: At least you had a choice. I'm a bloody OC. I literally belong to her! She can do whatever she wants with me! And she had to pair me with that damn Hiwatari!

Anime: Stop fighting it, dear. You and Kai belong together. Your ship – Phoenixshipping – is setting sail and I'm driving it.

Rin: *pulls out a bazooka* Then you're going down with that ship.

Anime: Eeeek! *runs* You can't stop me! It is already done!

Shion: Uh . . . Please ignore the sounds of gunshots and Anime's screams . . .

Nezumi: Favorite, follow and review if you like this story. If it gets enough comments, Anime will update. Reviews make her happy.

Kai: We hope to see you in chapter 1: Before That Time.

All: See you later!