Ah, yay! I saw the category come up for No. 6, got excited, and decided to write this. :D

I plan for this to be a two-shot, since I got too lazy to fit it all in one chapter.
I hope it's not SO terrible. XD

*Although I'm confused on gender, Dogkeeper is a girl in this fic. Also, I used her japanese name, Inukashi, instead of Dogkeeper.
*The characters may very well be OOC, since I'm bad at keeping any character I write about in character. XD

I do not own No. 6, sadly.

One final splash of water and a sigh filled the air, making Inukashi turn to look at her lazy employee. "Sion!" she yelled, putting her hands on her hips. "That's only the second dog you've washed! How can you be tired?"

Sion yawned and leaned back against the small fountain behind him. "Nezumi kept me up late last night…"

Inukashi smiled, her eyes alight with wonder and humor. "Oh?" she said, a smile spreading across her face. She leaned in closer to the teen, laughing as he tried to shy away from her. "And what was it that you were doing?"

The white-haired teen chuckled in embarrassment as he pondered what had happened the night before.

He was reading to Cravat, acting out every movement mentioned and using larger than necessary gestures when he spoke, when he swung his arm and knocked over the stew Nezumi had cooking. "Oi!" Nezumi snapped, grabbing the book from Sion's hands.

Sion watched as an angry fire lit in Nezumi's eyes. "You're not going to bed until every drop of this is cleaned up."

Surely, with a wet rag, you would think such a task wasn't going to be so challenging. Unfortunately for Sion, the stew cooled more quickly than he would have liked. Not only is there a stew stain on the floor, Sion has to live with the constant embarrassment that is Nezumi making fun of him.

With a sharp laugh, Inukashi folded her arms over her chest. "Idiot," she said, shaking her head.

"Who are you calling an idiot?" Nezumi asked, walking into the open area where the dogs were washed. A smirk played at his lips as he gestured for Sion to follow him. Sion nodded, nearly jumping off of the ground, and hurriedly moved to walk behind Nezumi. "Bye," he waved, the dogs whining slightly and Inukashi grinning.

"Nezumi," Sion said, trying to keep the older teen's pace as they walked. The dark-haired teen ignored him, his eyes shut as he kept up his gentle stride on their way home.

Inukashi watched the two leave, a wicked grin across her face from ear to ear, and ran inside to put on her cloak. "Stay here," she commanded, the dogs lying down faithfully. "I'll be back soon."

Nezumi opened the door to his home, turning back to look at Sion before he left. "Work," he said, throwing his scarf over his shoulder. "Have dinner ready when I get back." With a small nod from Sion, the older teen was gone.

Sion sighed, leaning back on the couch, and looked down at the table in front of him. It was too early to start making dinner, and too late to read a book, so he began to draw circles in the slight amount of dust that had formed on the table.

After his circles got boring, he began to walk around the room so his legs didn't fall asleep. A knock on the door made his heart nearly jump in delight as he swung it open. "Yes?" he asked, smiling like some sort of housewife. His smile dropped slightly when he noticed Inukashi was the one standing in the doorway.

She glared and slapped him in the arm. "That's no way to act towards a lady," she said, pouting. "Anyway, do you want to play a game?"

Sion stared for a while, his crimson eyes both confused and questioning, before he slowly nodded at her. "What kind of game?" he asked, moving as she walked inside. She quickly made her way to the coffee table, grabbed a piece of paper and a pen, and motioned for Sion to join her.

"We're going to prank Nezumi," she said, her wicked grin returning. She handed the paper and pen to Sion and gave him a small pat on the back. "It's…kind of like a game of "Find Me"," she said, chuckling.

Sion gave her a confused look. "What's that?" he asked, feeling stupid. He watched as she stood in front of the bed to do a demonstration.

"Okay," she began, pointing to the bed. "Say you were trying to find me. I would leave a note here, telling you to check another place for me," she said, moving to stand between the bookshelves. "For example, I could leave a note on the bed that says "check the bookshelves", and you would check the bookshelves.

"But then, instead of finding me, all you would find is another note telling you took look someplace else. Get it?" When Inukashi moved and sat down next to Sion again, she tapped the paper sitting on the table. "You try."

He nodded, understanding the game now, and quickly wrote, "I'm hiding under the bed, Nezumi, find me" and left it on the coffee table. After writing more, and hiding them in the places they were supposed to be in, Inukashi gave him another pat on the back, threw him his jacket, and led him out the door.

When he opened the door to his room, he frowned at the fact that he didn't smell anything cooking. With a slam of the door, intended to frighten the younger teen, Nezumi glared at the entirety of the room. When he realized Sion was missing, his glare softened slightly. "Sion?" he called, taking off his scarf and setting it on the table. A piece of paper caught his eye, the handwriting neat yet messy, that could only be from Sion.

"I'm hiding under the bed, Nezumi, find me."

The dark-haired teen felt a headache coming on as he moved toward the bed. "Sion, you were supposed to…" Nezumi felt his eye twitch in annoyance as he found, not Sion, but another piece of paper under the bed.

"I'm behind the couch, now!"

Nezumi stood, sighing angrily, and put his foot on the bottom of the couch. He gave it a small shove, half expecting to hear the other teen squeak at the couch being pressed against him. When he heard nothing, he kneeled on the cushions and glanced over the back.

Surely enough, another one of the notes was sitting on the floor behind the couch. "Damn it, Sion," Nezumi said, glaring at the piece of paper. He reached down, grabbed it, and pulled it back up. Another sigh fell from his lips as he read the dusty paper.

"It was too dusty back here, so now I'm under the books."

The only pile of books the idiot could possibly fit under was behind the first bookshelf, so Nezumi went there first. After moving every book, the older teen's teeth ground together in annoyance at the sight of another piece of paper.

He picked it up, his annoyance going away a little at the words, and he chuckled.

"I got a paper cut, so now I'm in the stew pot."

"Idiot," Nezumi said, moving to stand in front of where the stew pot sat. "I know there's no way in hell you can fit in there," he said, rolling his eyes. After a second or two, he sighed and looked inside anyway.

"This is a place where time has stopped, an item of mine is carelessly dropped, children came here once to play, and the view is extraordinary."

Nezumi sighed and stuffed the last piece of paper into his pocket. He put his scarf on, again, and slipped out of his room to go to the only place that could make any sense based on what the note said.

The playground on the hill that overlooks the entire area; it was probably one of Sion's worst hints, considering it was a near dead giveaway.

A large face of a clock remained wedged into the ground, its hands stopped on two o'clock; surely, to that clock, time has stopped.

There was an area where children once played; the rusty and beaten down structure no more than a server to memories.

And, sure enough, the dark red jacket Sion wore was lying on the ground just before the battered play area.

What the idiot was planning, Nezumi would never know. He walked over to the jacket, rolling his eyes again, and picked it up. The small smirk that was on his face quickly vanished as he brought the coat closer to his face and gave it a quick sniff.

He felt his heart nearly stop and his breath hitched in his throat as he swallowed hard. The dark red jacket smelled mostly like Sion; but, very faintly, Nezumi could smell traces of blood. Another piece of paper fell from one of the pockets, and Nezumi snatched it up immediately.

Some corners of the scrap paper were dyed red and smelled of iron, making Nezumi try to hurriedly read the paper. No matter how much he denied it, he would always worry for Sion, and the note wasn't helping any.

Scrawled across the paper in a handwriting Nezumi didn't recognize, the big bold words burned into his mind as he shoved the note in his pocket.

"Game over."

Kinda short, kinda weird. Bleh. XD

The next chapter will be up...sometime. Not sure when.
But I don't think it will take longer than a week. :]

Thanks for reading~
-Kisan