Hello everyone~! Okay, here's the deal. I'm addicted to No. 6. I've watched the anime like three times through and I love it more each time. Yeah, scary. I know. BUT! The good news is that, after being so busy for so long, I finally got a chance to sit down and actually write something. I've gotten a few good ideas, so I think I can start working on those now.

With this, I have two more chapters to actually write out, but I have the rest of it put together and waiting to be typed up. So I should actually be able to finish this one. _;;;

Okay, I'll stop blathering on and let you read. Promise.

Warnings: Boy/boy lovestuffs. Well, if you're reading anything for this anime, you probably expected it anyway. Still.

Disclaimer: …..you're joking, right? I WISH I owned Nezumi. Homina, homina, homina~!

Stage One: Miracle

I awoke before you in the morning still amazed that you'd accepted me so openly. Wouldn't anyone else have called the cops? Naturally. Most people would have made a panicked call the second they saw that I'd climbed through the window uninvited.

But not you.

Instead of seeing a potentially dangerous intruder – which I was, you idiot – you saw a worn out and wounded child who needed help. Instead of feeling threatened when my fingers wound around your fragile neck, you were impressed that I knew what I was doing. Most amazing of all, instead of turning me in, even after you learned I was an escaped VC, you dressed my wound, clothed me, fed me, and gave me place to rest.

You were a weirdo. You're still a weirdo.

Who in their right mind would offer help to someone who'd broken into their house? Only a weirdo. Who, in this controlled hell of a city, would freely break rules with the knowledge of the punishment that awaited them? Only a weirdo. Who in their right mind would offer to help a complete stranger – a criminal, at that – with no hesitation, no fear, no regret, and without expecting anything in return? Only you, a weirdo.

But you taught me something.

You showed me that there was something in humanity besides cruelty. You showed me that there are some people, though they may be few and far in between, that possess kindness; that some radiate warmth. You taught me that some people are willing to extend a helping hand simply because it's the right thing to do – no, you also taught me that it's alright to extend that helping hand.

I knew from the moment I understood this epiphany that it would remain engraved in my heart for the rest of my life. I never wanted to forget this lesson.

That lesson was the best thing you'd given me.

I was long gone by the time you'd awakened, but I left you two things. I left you a promise that we'd meet again. I wasn't sure how, and I wasn't sure when, but I knew we would. Yes, that, and I pressed a whisper of a kiss to your lips. It was inadequate, but it was all I had.

But then…who really knows what they should give to their miracle?