Disclaimer (Do people still do these?): I do not own any of the characters (except the fuckin old woman, she's mine bitch) or No.6.

A/N: So I was originally planning on making this a one shot since I'm really lazy and not very productive. But now I decided to turn this one into a multi chapter~ huehue. I apologize for the incorrect grammar that I'm pretty sure is hiding somewhere below.

Trapped

Chapter 1

The snow was cold against Shion's face as he headed home from the vegetable stand where he had bought some carrots and potatoes for the stew he planned on making when he got home. His stomach growled from hunger in the silent night, the only other sound to be heard was the crunching noises from his footsteps on the icy street. He pulled his scarf up so it covered the lower part of his face, protecting him against the cold.

The full moon was glowing behind the black clouds, coloring everything blue. The broken streetlights threw tall shadows on the frozen ground, making the surroundings look even scarier than what he was used too.

Shion held the groceries pressed tightly to his chest as he walked past a group of people gathered around a barrel fire. They looked at him with hungry eyes, reaching for him with arms trembling from the cold. But he didn't stop, he was almost home now. Just one turn around that corner and he would be there…

"Please! Somebody help me…"

From the corner of his eye, Shion noticed an old woman sitting down in a pile of snow. Her wrinkly face was stained with tears and the hands that were pressed against her side were covered in crimson blood. He stopped for a few seconds, before he bit his lip and continued to head home. "She won't make it even if I try…" He whispered out, so quiet no one other than himself would hear it. As he went around the corner,the woman's voice faded away in the dark, and was replaced by the sound of hungry dogs, happily feasting on her flesh.

The snow came down heavy now, heavier than any other winter he had experienced before. By the time he got home the snow had become so deep that he could barely open the door. Now he sat on a wooden chair by the kettle making soup, using the potatoes and carrots he had bought earlier. The room was lit up by a few candles, throwing a warm light on the shelves full of books that reached all the way from the floor to the ceiling. The scent of the stew spread through the home making both his and Nezumi's mouths water.

Nezumi casually laid in bed under the blankets, holding a book with one hand and playing with his long hair with the other one. His stomach growled, but he pretended as if it didn't happen. He was used to the feeling.

"Dinner's ready!" Shion said happily and gave Nezumi a bowl full of stew. "It smells nice." Nezumi thought to himself as he took a spoonful and blew softly on it so it would cool off a bit, before he put it in his mouth.

"Your cooking has gotten better." Nezumi stated and put another spoonful of the orange colored stew in his mouth. He didn't know if it was because he was hungry or some other reason but it tasted especially good today. Not too spicy, not too tame, perfect. He finished his bowl and gave it to Shion who filled it with stew once again, before he handed it back to him. They ate in silence, Shion sitting on the chair and Nezumi half sitting, half lying in bed.

When they had finished eating and Shion had put away the bowls, Shion sat down on the bed at Nezumi's feet. The bed squeaked a bit under his weight.

"Feeling any better today?" He asked as he gave Nezumi a concerned look. Nezumi looked back at him from behind his slightly abused book that he had started reading again and chuckled a bit.

"To be honest I feel like shit. My whole body is aching, my head is spinning and I 'm sweating like a pig even though I'm freezing." He sighted and put down his book. He gave Shion a troubled smile.

"But don't you worry about me! In a few days I'm sure I'll be up walking, protecting your cute little butt on the streets."

"My butt isn't cu… I mean, you haven't even seen my butt! And I don't need protection, I can defend for myself!" Shion snapped back at him, throwing his hands in the air. Nezumi chuckled once again, but suddenly stopped.

"Something's not right." He grunted as he threw off his blanket and walked towards the door. He pulled down the rusty handle and tried to open it, but it was stuck.

"Shit... it looks as if the snow has blocked the door… I can't open it…" Nezumi panted as he pushed as hard as he could.

"How did you…" Shion began, scratching his scalp.

"Normally we can hear what's going on outside through the door, but it's dead silent." Nezumi interrupted.

"Let me help you!" Shion made his way through the room. They both proceeded to push as hard as they could, but even with their combined strength, the door just wouldn't budge.

"Fuck it!" Nezumi spat as he sank to the floor, panting and covered in sweat. Having a fever and doing physical work was no good idea. He felt cold, yet warm. His head spun and when he held out his hands in front of himself he could see them shake. He tried to stand up but his legs wouldn't bare him.

"Nezumi… are you alright?" Shion looked at him with worry eyes.

"Of course I am." Nezumi sneered and made a new attempt to stand up, but his legs gave in and he found himself in his previous position, with his back against the door. The white haired boy sat down in front of the dark haired one.

Shion suddenly leaned in and rested his forehead against Nezumi's. Their faces were a bit to close Nezumi though, feeling the other boy's warm breath on his lips.

"Shion… the fuck are you…?" Nezumi didn't get to finish his question before Shion interrupted him.

"Your fever has gotten worse."

"Well thank you captain fucking obvious, for explaining to me what I already fucking know." Nezumi sighted and rested his head against the wooden door, staring up at the ceiling.

After a few moments of silence, Nezumi fell limp to the floor.

"Nezumi!" Shion shouted and hurried to support his friend back into a sitting position. "Nezumi are you alright? Oh my god you're burning up! We need to get you cooled down!" Nezumi didn't answer, he just lazily stared at nothing at all with his glaced silver eyes.

Shion quickly pulled the yellow shirt over Nezumi's head, revealing the taller man's fit upper body. He stood up and went over to a rusty bucket of water and dipped a somewhat dirty cloth in it. He then went back to Nezumi and began to wipe away the sweat that had started to bead on his friend's forehead.

"I'm cold…" Nezumi's murmured. His voice was deep and hoarse, and barely loud enough for Shion to hear him. "If you don't mind, could you carry me to the bed? My legs won't work…"

Shion nodded and picked his sick friend up. He then carried him bridal style to the messy bed and tucked him in under the covers. Nezumi was trembling from the cold, which wasn't strange Shion then noticed. It was rather chilly in the home, the only heat came from the stove which he had used earlier, and most of the candles had burnt out. He was actually pretty cold himself.

"Try to get some sleep." Shion whispered, and started to make his way over to the couch. But he didn't get very far, not even as far as standing up from the bed, before he felt a cold hand wrap around his wrist.

"Stay? I'm cold… let's sleep together tonight…please?"

With a sigh the albino plopped back down onto the bed and removed most of his clothing. After a few moments the two boys found themselves in a spooning position, the shorter one hugging the taller from behind.

A/N: Please review or whatever~ The next chapter will hopefully be up in less than a week!