Heyo~ This is just a warning, but I'm not sure how often I'll be updating this fic, but i do promise that I will update and finish it eventually. :3


It had been a normal day for Shion; the only special thing that had happened for him was one dollar more than there usually was in the tip jar. The day was going by slowly, and the poor white-haired young man was sweating due to the air conditioner's sudden 'death' the day prior. However, he kept a pleasant, peaceful smile on his face as he greeted each customer with a polite "Hello, how may I help you?" He'd recommend the special of the day, which, on that particular day, was Banana nut bread-Shion had helped his mother make the batch the night before.

Slowly, the evening came, and it was almost time for the bakery to close. The sky looked as if someone had knocked multiple buckets of paint together and let them seep together. Shion quite liked it, he always had liked the sunset, in fact. As he looked out the windows of the shop, he couldn't help but think back a few years, when he experienced a particularly beautiful sunset. It was about five years ago, when Shion had finally knocked down the wall and freed the people of No.6. No, it wasn't just him that had done it. He had the help of Nezumi.

Nezumi. The very name sent shivers down the white haired man's spine and made a strange and unpleasant ball of anger and sadness form in his stomach. Nezumi, the boy that Shion had loved so long ago-the one that he had been so close to. The one who abandoned him after they knocked down the wall. Who promised that he would return, and never did. The one who occupied Shion's thoughts for three years, keeping him up at night, hoping that he would someday return. Nezumi.

Knocking the thoughts away, Shion turned away from the counter to look through the pastries that hadn't been sold. Some of them were old, and so he would throw them out for the birds later on-the ones that were safe for them to eat, of course. Even though he had pushed any thoughts of Nezumi to the back of his head, that face kept crawling back into his mind, making the poor boy agitated. After a few minutes, he was just about seething with anger, shifting through the bread and cookies roughly and shoving the stale pieces into a basket mercilessly.

The soft tingle of the bell that hung on the door to announce a customer's arrival hit Shion's ears, and he lifted his head slightly. He bit his lip softly, not wanting to turn around. The anger on his face was probably very obvious, and he didn't want to make the customer uncomfortable or drive them off. He pretended to continue shuffling through the pastries, coughing awkwardly into his arm, "Hello, welcome to the K&S Bakery, how may I help you?" He asked, trying to sound as polite as possible. He could hear how forced it sounded, and he bit his lip harder, mentally cursing himself.

"Someone's a bit unhappy today, hm?" A deep voice rang throughout the empty and quiet little bakery, startling Shion. The voice sent a strange shudder down his spine, and he felt like he recognized that feeling, but he decided to ignore it. When he realized what the customer had said, his face became even more bitter-looking. He was already in a bad mood, and this guy was definitely not helping. However, he forced himself to remain calm and polite as he closed his eyes.

"I'm sorry, I am a bit upset. My apologies, now what would you like?" He asked.

"Some eye contact would be nice. But, if you wont give me that, how about a welcome kiss?"

There was that strange shiver again. Annoyed with the customer's rather rude and flirtatious behavior, he ignored the feeling yet again and turned on his heel so that he was facing the customer, not caring about what his expression was at this point. "Are you happy, sir?" He asked, through clenched teeth, deciding to ignore what he had said after that. He went to cross his arms, but stopped immediately when his eyes met with the stranger's eyes. They were very familiar, in a way that Shion both hated and loved. They seemed to brighten and the boy's jaw dropped, his eyes widening as he examined the guy's face more closely. It was similar to one that he had known at one time, yet so different.

"See, much better, hm?" The man's eyebrows raised slightly, and a low chuckle reached Shion's ears.

"Nezumi." It didn't even sound like a question; more like a breathy statement.

"Yes, good job, Shion. You get a gold star." The guy-Nezumi-said with a teasing tone, rolling his eyes.

"No." Shion shook his head quickly, and then clamped his mouth shut, clenching his jaw tightly, "No." An overwhelming wave of emotions washed over him and left him struggling to breathe. The ball of anger and sadness was back in his stomach, pulsing and sending waves all over his body. He could feel the anger in his fingers, and the sadness in his knees, causing them to shake slightly. A strange emotion was added to the mixture; happiness. It pulsated in Shion's head, and his hands came up to be slapped across his mouth. He took a small step away from the counter, but he couldn't go much farther; his legs felt like stone.

Nezumi laughed gently and walked around the counter towards Shion, "Yes, I know, you're probably mad. You're probably furious, hm?" He walked over to Shion and hugged him tightly, and he had to bend down slightly. He smiled gently, "You've grown. You aren't so short, but you still have a few inches left to go to match up with me."

Shion's arms slowly moved away from himself and around Nezumi. His shaky palms touched his back gently, pushing on it slightly to see if it were actually real. Upon feeling the hard muscles through Nezumi's shirt, he realized that he was not hallucinating or dreaming. Nezumi was, in fact, right in front of him and hugging him. Nezumi.

The white-haired boy's arms slowly wandered up and wrapped around the other boy's neck, hesitant at first. After a second, he tightened his grip, as if holding on for dear life. "Nezumi?" He asked, his voice barely above a whisper.

"I'm home, Shion." Nezumi replied with a small laugh. Shion could feel the vibrations from Nezumi's voice against his chest, and suddenly he couldn't see clearly any more; tears obscured his vision and slid down his cheeks. The taller boy slowly pulled away from the hug, though Shion wasn't quite ready to let go yet.

"Nezumi," He repeated, voice still quiet.

Said dark-haired boy nodded, smiling gently as he looked down at Shion's face. He brought a hand up and gently cupped the boy's cheek, rubbing it gently with his thumb. "You've covered this mark up," he commented softly, his eyes surprisingly gentle, "Why?" Skin-colored makeup rubbed off onto Nezumi's fingers, and the pink scar showed through. Shion could see a spark in the boy's eyes for a moment, but it was gone just as quickly as it had arrived.

"Shion," He said gently, "I'm home." He chuckled softly, "How about a welcome-home kiss?" He closed the space between them slowly, and kissed the white-haired boy gently; carefully. He pulled away after a moment and smiled down at him, "I love you, Shion."

Faint footsteps moving around upstairs, and then slowly down them caused Shion to push Nezumi away gently, regaining his composure. "Shion, Thank you for working today, I was just so tired this morning. I can take the last thirty minutes if you'd like-" Karan appeared in the doorway and looked at the two boys for a moment, looking confused. And then, a gentle smile spread across her lips, "This looks quite important. I think you two should go ahead and talk in the living room- I've made tea, it's on the stove."

Shion coughed softly and nodded his head, looking over at Nezumi with a sudden fierce look in his eyes, "Thank you, Mom. We really do need to talk." He said, looking away from the other boy. He started to walk towards the living room, motioning for Nezumi to follow. With a look of confusion on his face, he followed.


It's not amazing but eh.