DISCLAIMER: I do not own No. 6 nor its characters. MEH. :c

"…and beside that same thorny rose bed where the couple had first proclaimed their love for one another, the sinister countess perished," Shion finished, clapping the dusty book shut with that adorable smile of his. There was a stir of chatter among the rats before the animals - er, robots - scampered down Shion's body, making him giggle ever so slightly, and then scurried off into the shadows.

Nezumi was located on the couch, silver eyes closed in tranquility as he took a long sip of hot coffee from his mug. Shion sat next to him, careful to keep his distance. Still grinning, Shion gazed at the other male before questioning, "Nezumi, do you think fate brought us together?"

Raising an eyebrow, Nezumi set his glass down with a quiet clank. "Fate?"

"Mm," Shion confirmed, nodding his head once.

"You honestly believe in such silly things?" Nezumi laughed.

Shion's gaze fell to the floor, his hands resting on his knees. Lowering his voice, he said to himself more than to Nezumi, "Maybe it was a miracle, then."

Nezumi scoffed. "You're a fool."

Shion just kept on staring at the filthy floorboards, displaying that small, precious, annoying smile like an idiot. It was irritating. But…could it actually be fate that Shion had thrown open his window in the middle of a storm precisely when Nezumi thought it was over? Just when he was ready to quit battling and give up? Most likely, the answer was no, but he supposed the term "miracle" was fitting enough. How about the second occurrence? One of Nezumi's spies just so happened to be around at the time of Shion's capture. It was merely coincidental. However, if you wished to be technical, it to could be classified as a miracle.

"Anyway," Shion continued, "I'm glad to have met you, miracle or not."

Nezumi smirked at the innocent boy before rising, one knee buried in the couch cushion and one foot on the floor. Shion, feeling Nezumi's weight shift, turned his head in curiosity. Before he could register what was happening, Nezumi placed a hand at the back of his neck, leaned in, and gently kissed him. Not a moment later, Shion's crimson eyes fluttered shut and he began returning the kiss, his arms weakly wrapping themselves around Nezumi's toned waist.

Nezumi pulled back only far enough to speak, his thumb lovingly caressing Shion's scarred cheek. Hot breath steady on Shion's parted lips, he agreed, "Me too."

A/N: More flufffffff! :D This is my first fanfic for No. 6, so I apologize for any OOCness. Please review. c: