When the Wind Blows: A No. 6 Fanfiction
Written by Kairu Kobayashi
Characters (in order of appearance): *major
Shion*
Karan (Shion's mother)
Prostitute
Nezumi*
Author's Note:
Once again, no one is perfect, only God alone is perfect. This story is not yet beta-read, so I apologize for mistakes in grammar and if possible, please point them out so I can change them.
I used spelling checker, and so far I have already corrected the misspelled words in this story.
Another warning, though. I rated this T for a reason, and I think that is enough for this piece of writing since it's purely shounen ai and nothing more than that. This is a fan fiction concerning a romantic relationship between two men. I promised myself that I wouldn't write M (so even if there's "something" that happens, nothing is graphic) so I leave everything else to your imagination.
Please review. Negative reviews are expected (and anticipated). They make authors better.
"Nezumi..."
Shion whispered as he opened his eyes, hoping to find the person he was looking for, but when only the wind responded to his whisper, his eyes widened.
"N-Nezumi?!"
Nezumi wasn't there, and he had a while before realizing that he was in his own bedroom. The sun shone brightly through the clear window, but that didn't make Shion think less of Nezumi.
He was at home, not at Nezumi's dirty place full of books that he called 'home'. Meaning, he was with his mother Karan.
He felt as if he was being strangled. Air found it hard to enter his lungs.
Adrenaline.
Sweat.
He rushed downstairs from the main house into Karan's bakery, and saw his dear mother placing the freshly baked breads and cakes onto their own trays. Even if the aroma tempted him to have even just one bite to taste, there was something different in his mind right now.
"Mom," Shion breathed heavily.
Karan turned around to face her son while she removed her gloves, wearing a smile.
"Good morning, Shion."
"Where's Nezumi?" Shion blurted out without even properly responding to his mother's greeting.
"Nezumi? What do you mean—you have a pet rat in this house?!" Karan looked very much surprised. "I won't allow that! It'll drive our customers away!"
Karan was right. Having rats inside a bakery won't only scare customers away. It would be unhygienic especially if they're not kept inside cages. They might contaminate the baked goods and the ingredients if they just roam around as they wish.
Shion knows, for sure that in one way or another, his mother knows who 'Nezumi' is. He helped them two communicate while they were far from each other, thanks to his little rat pals. But now, Karan has no clue at all.
"You have work today, so you have to hurry," Karan continued tidying up the shop as she spoke to her son.
One thing is stuck inside Shion's mind. Besides all these things on his mind about Nezumi, everything else seemed to be deja vus. And for Pete's sake, he's not working anymore! Ever since he escaped with Nezumi, he lost everything—except for his mom and Nezumi (because he really lost Safu). That 'everything' included his job. And that job reminded him of his most terrifying memories, especially when he witnessed his co-worker aging at an incredible speed, and died shortly after that.
"If you don't want to go out in a little while, then won't you just fix your hair?" Karan chuckled. In turn, Shion looked for a mirror.
"W-why..."
He stared at his hair. It was dark. And the red snake-like mark that can be easily seen on his neck and cheek...
...they were gone.
Since when did he turn back to normal? He never did, that's what he knows.
"Mom, where's the calendar?" Shion asked his mother, and she pointed at a calendar hanging on the wall as a reply. He hurriedly ran towards it to check. A large number, today's date, was printed clearly on it.
"W-what on earth is happening..."
It's dated several months back from yesterday's date. Surely it was past. But why is this happening? Shion doesn't know. And surely, his mother doesn't know either.
Shion forcefully pushed the bakery door open and looked around him.
The wall of No. 6 was there.
Whole.
Intact.
Undamaged.
It's supposed to be gone, but right now it's there, in front of his eyes. The wall is haunting him.