! 21.11.2015 information ! – The each chapter of this story was reedited and grammar fixed, so now it's more clear and better to read. For all people who already read it, you can do it again since some things were messed up and I have added and changed few things, but it's not necessary.

Big thanks for ReadAholic0113 for the great work in making this story better and without so many errors.

Story had 12 chapters until now. I deleted those that aren't grammar fixed yet. I will upload them as soon as they will get checked and edited.

Extra information regardless to story:

-I have added some things from the anime like the sweeter from first episode since it's nicer idea than random shirt. The position of Nezumi's burn scars and fact that Shion knew about them from the beginning. It was strange that Shion didn't noticed it for a half year of the living together in the West Block.

-I use "she" for Inukashi. The first reason is that both anime and manga hinted that Inukashi is a girl in the end. Second reason is that in the release of the NO.6 in my country Inukashi was already translated as a girl from the beginning of story and I got used to it. But don't get me wrong, Inukashi is amazing and I love this character no matter if Inukashi is boy, girl or people don't define they sex.

-I'm leaving Nezumi's past sex life to the imagination. It was never pointed straight in manga/novels/anime if he had already his first time or not. He might do it in the West Block but at the same time he could be just like typical teenager, boast on how experienced he is but in the end those were only a boast. Still, as for life in the West Block he may not be fully innocent.

Chapter 1

One up, one down

Shion was so tired. So exhausted that he felt like he was walking in a fog. It blurred his vision and made him unaware of the surroundings.

It was so hard to move.

But he had to.

In the next few minutes, when one of No.3 politics finish his speech, Shion would have to get up from his chair, smile and talk about all things that he and the rest of Restuctual Committee had done for the last four years.
He would force himself to try even harder for all people he had promised. For Safu, for every person that had died from NO.6's hands, for all people he knew and for Nezumi.

'No.
He had to stop right here.
He couldn't think about him, he didn't want to remember, he didn't want to feel.
That was easier. Thinking about Nezumi he would make him crazy, or perhaps he had already gone mad?

Today's meeting was recorded in TV and showed globally. It wasn't time to be weak. Shion decided to push himself once more and not let his feelings to break him down.

Shion's mind returned to reality after he heard claps of the people and man who had been making a speech walked away from the microphone.

NO.3 was going to assist the committee with a new education programs and services. NO.6 needed a new program after the wall fell because city was now open for people from West Block and the other metropolises. NO.6 finally started to calm down after all chaos that had occurred four years ago. Everything had to be started over, in order to to not repeat the mistakes from the past, to build a future where something like human hunt would never take place again.

That was Shion's job.

Even if it would kill him in the end, Shion still had to do it. That was his responsible and the only way to atone for his sins.

Shion heard his name called. Slowly getting up, he put a smile on his face and walked towards the microphone. That was going to be long two days.

Weather in NO.2 was beautiful. Warm, summer sun was slowly hiding behind the mountains which guarded the harbored city .

It was a natural wall that protected city from winds and the other part of land.

Nezumi liked that wall, it was natural, not something created by people to prison others. He could always climb up them and observe things he couldn't see from bottom. It was one of the things he really enjoyed while his journey.

Every landscape, animal, and lost village, those views slowly healed his heart and gave him peace.

In the first year afterwards Nezumi left West Block he was a mental mess. He couldn't get over roller-coaster of his feelings and thoughts. He got the freedom he had dreamed about since his childhood, but he no longer had a place to call a home.

He never thought about West Block as a home, but that room with his books, a place to cook warm soup and old, but still nice bed was something he could call a home. Places he stayed while his journey were many times nicer and warmer than his underground room, but it missed something and Nezumi didn't want to admit that he often missed a someone.
When he thought about it he was confused again and he felt like a wreck.

"Shion was a person of the past. I will break free from his chains" he thought at those times.
He was mad at himself, at all things around him as he struggled to cut himself from the past. Nightmares after the events in Correctional Facility also didn't help. Memories of his first escape from that place as child mixed with their break in a year ago leaving left Nezumi lost and even more confused.

He discovered so many beautiful places, met so many new people, worked many different jobs and yet he felt so lonely. Nezumi imagined how Shion would ask about every little thing. He would question him about everything they encounter. That idiot would run around with his stupid smile after every new animal or plant he saw making Nezumi smile too, like he had always done back home when they were talking about books and the other things.

Then after a year he stopped struggling with his thoughts about Shion as someone who he needed to cut off. Still, there were so many places he desired to see, so many things to he wanted to solve. He wanted to find who he really was after his revenge was done.
And there was that promise that Nezumi sealed with a kiss. That was the next problem for Nezumi to solve.

Why did he kiss Shion? What did he feel about that boy?

Shion saved him over and over, not only his body, but also his soul. That white-haired boy broke through his walls. That was the most scariest thing. He could do anything for that naïve boy, even if he had to die for it.

It wasn't a good thing. Gran always told him that he should never be attached to the other people. Never trust and believe in someone else, only in himself. People are going left you anyway in the end.

Wasn't he a perfect example of that?

Later, after two years of traveling, he started to wonder if those teachings wasn't like the walls of No.6.
Just like Shion was sheltered from the realities from outside walls, those words sheltered him from warmth and kindness of the other people.

He saw and met many people during his travels.

People who were able to live and laugh like ones in those cheesy stories that Shion liked to read. Because of that Nezumi had started to wonder; he could be like them if NO.6 didn't kill his family? He always felt weak thinking like that. Wondering and feelings would kill him in the West Block.

Only now he wasn't in the West Block anymore and as for NO.6, Shion was supposed to erase that city and repair it.

Shion was safe and he was going to rebuild the city Nezumi always hated.

During his travels he picked up some information about the rebirth of the sinful city. He felt strange happy and proud for of that boy's hard work. He didn't have to worry, Shion was strong. Nezumi would meet him again after he finds all answers he needs.

After about four years he started to be afraid. He pushed that feeling, but it kept going back to him.
What if Shion wasn't waiting for him anymore? Nezumi said to that boy that he didn't have place to call a home, but in quiet part of his heart always wanted to believe in Shion's words. That's someone is waiting for him and care for him.

He was staying in NO.2 for a month now, working at some coffee shop. Summer was hot that year and the little, quiet shop was a place where people rest and cooled themselves with ice drinks. Nezumi acting skills brought customers everywhere where he worked, that's why he was able to earn some additional money for his travels. He wasn't going to stick around there long anyway.

And on that day Nezumi saw Shion again.

On the flat screen of TV hanging above one of the seats in the coffee shop where he'd worked. Transmission from NO.6 was about some changes in education and Nezumi didn't pay much attention to it until he heard Shion's name. Nezumi turned around and his body froze. Not because he missed the white haired boy, not because his latest wares, but just because of how Shion looked.

Big, gray circles under his eyes, his body was so thin, and his skin so pale that was impossible for living person to have. Yet, what was the worst for the long haired boy was Shion's eyes. Empty and lifeless.

The red eyed boy expressed his gratitude to NO.3 for helping with educational programs, he talked about feeding programs they created since wall fell and he went on about many other things. He did all of that with smile on his face. Still, that smile hurt Nezumi like nothing in past four years, it was just like Shion's eyes, hollow.

At the same time it wasn't a fake smile and it terrified silver eyed boy. He wanted to scream.

'Why no one sees it? Why? Shion's mother don't see this? What the fuck that mutt and drunk face were doing?'.

TV audition ended and Nezumi was left confused like never before. Shion was supposed to be alright, right? Maybe he's was ill? Perhaps someone wanted to slowly kill him with some drugs or hell knows what.

Shion was supposed to be alright, he was the only person alive that Nezumi wanted to be safe. But Shion didn't look good and that scared Nezumi.

That face he saw on the TV resembled him to much of Shion who had put gun to his head at the place that could have been be called hell on earth.
Confused, Nezumi went back from job to room he rented from an old couple. After a sleepless night he immediately went straight to work. Information from NO.6 should be aired today too. He wanted to see Shion again. He kept saying to himself that the look of the white haired boy he saw yesterday must have been some bad dream.

One more day, one more day and he would be able to go back to work at his office. Shion never really liked to be around so many unknown people.

He just needed to complete his speech about orphan's care and new train connection between cities and he would go back to the his paper work. There was still so much things to do and it would going to be bad if he didn't finish it soon.
Shion heard his name once more. He got up from chair and approached to the front of stage. There was a moment where he was blacked out for 2-3seconds for a first time while walking.

Shion kept himself straight and said thanks to wood podium with a microphone, he leaned his body weight over it to stand when his body already started to weaken. He tried to hide one of his shaking hands. Nothing a strange thing for him lately anyway. He was going to wait until it passed away just like it always did. But when he wanted to walk away and turned around, everything went black.

In the little café, miles away from NO.6, customers made a sounds of surprise mixed with feelings of terrify and horror. Images on TV's screen turned into chaos. The reporters almost shouted into their microphones. Some of co-workers ran to Shion's side who was laying down on stage. Someone screamed to call for the ambulance. Other co-worker pushed aside person with camera away from Shion. Transmission was cut off and program changed to studio.
"Shion, Member of Restructural Committee has collapsed. We don't know reason, but we will inform you about this event as fast as we will get more information. Please stay turned".
Whispers filled small café, but Nezumi could only hear loud sound of his fast beating heart. Image of Shion falling on the ground played in his head over and over. He heard someone's talk after his mind again started to register his surroundings.
"Isn't that boy the one who survived those killing wasps?" Said middle aged woman.
"Yes, but maybe some mutations or late symptoms are getting him finally lately..." Nezumi heard answer from man beside her.
"Too bad, that he had done so much good for the city after the last government fell."

"No." quiet whisper left Nezumi's mouth.
Shion would be alright. He had to. Nezumi still had his promise to keep. He wanted to touch that white hair again, caress that funny scar red snake on Shion's cheek, and he wanted to embrace that boy again.

They were going to fight over stupid things again, like what they think about one of the books one of them just read or about the blanket that Nezumi stole for himself at in middle of night…

Shion will would tell him about all those embarrassing things that made Nezumi alive for the last years.

When he casted a last look at the TV screen with the corner of his eye, he saw that the ambulance had disappeared from the view, after this his body moved on his own. Nezumi didn't even know when he had begun to run. He came back to his rented room, he packed all important things and put out all the money he had. Only one thing was on his mind. 'I had to get to the train, next to NO.6, fast.'

He could only hope that he was not too late.

Karan left the small hospital room where his son was sleeping in.
"He can't go on like that. He need to eat and rest. Not mention his mental state." Said the doctor walking beside her.

Karan knew it all. Still, she couldn't do anything. She tried, though. She was always there for her son if he needed to talk. She cooked and brought Shion food as often as it was possible, but he didn't eat much of it. With a smile he kept telling her:
"It's delicious mom, but I'm simply not hungry." Karan didn't had a heart to push him more. She didn't want to add more hardship to his daily struggle. Over working wasn't the only problem and she knew it even if Shion wanted to hide it.

Nights when her son slept peacefully were rare. At least once a month she could hear shouts and cries early in the morning when she woke up and checked his room before she had to start her job. Karan tried to wake up him at those times, but after that when Shion looked away from her with so much guilt and shame in his eyes, that the poor woman wasn't sure what to do any longer.

After one night, half year ago, when she found her son half laying down on the stairs with overflowing panic on his face, everything went downhill. He'd ate even less and worked even more. Karan didn't know what he dreamed about, but she couldn't forget Shion's panicked eyes. He wanted to ask her about something, but he was too scared to do so. She'd could only hold his shaking body in her small arms and fight with the tears that were coming from her eyes.
The last piece of light was lost from Shion's eyes after that night.

She had asked Shion to work less, but he always answered her that he had promised to Safu, Nezumi and the doctor that saved Nezumi's life to rebuild city.

The only thing she was capable to win was Shion's staying in her home. Afterwards returning to their old house in Chronos and remodeling its first floor into new bakery Shion wanted to leave. Karan somehow managed to reason him to stay. Her reasoning about saving space and resources somehow helped her to win that fight. Not like it make situation any better. Shion condition was getting worse every day anyway.

She sometimes invited Rikiga, Inukashi and little Shionn on a dinner or tea in weekends to spend some time with Shion, but it also didn't help much. Inukashi often got angry and left their house with words like "idiot" and "do what you want! I have better things to do then looking at your dead face".

Maybe Nezumi would be able to help her son, but he had gone away.
Karan couldn't be angry at the dark haired boy. Not after he saved Shion's life more than once. She couldn't change her feelings even after he left four years ago. She knew that boy was lost and afraid back then.

She liked to help, but Nezumi wouldn't let her. If he pushed away Shion, then what could she do? It was beyond her power. She understood that much after all small talks with Shion later about his life in the West Block. Between lines she figured out more about a boy who was so important to her son.
It hurt to see Shion longing for Nezumi, but at the same time when her son talked about the silver eyed boy he was so filled with so much happiness and love.

At least it looked like this for the first two years after Nezumi left. Slowly Shion stopped talking about the long haired boy.
Still, Karan didn't blame Nezumi. She just wished that boy to would return back to her son and help Shion with all that he needed.

After a talk with doctor, Karan walked into hospital room. Shion was sleeping on the bed. His slow breath was the only sound aside quiet plums from drip in the clean, white room. The Woman's heart was broken apart when she saw her only son in such state.
It was like the doctor said, he might going to die if things will remain like this. Even so, Karan didn't lose hope and her will to fight for her son with all her strength.

Shion came out from the hospital two days later. Doctor didn't want him to leave, but he discharged himself out. He just wanted get back to his home. All his documents were there and there was no time to lose. He knew he had to eat and rest, but he simply couldn't. He had responsibilities that he accepted and needed to fulfill.

All work, all the struggles with political and social relations made him so tired that he didn't sustain any strength to eat. And then he didn't have strength because he wasn't eating. This was misleading circle. It was one of his many problems.

His exhaustion came also from his inability to sleep without nightmares anymore. Images of correctional facility, the manhunt, Nezumi and his own image of killing another human being mixed together within his dreams. Sometimes he woke up with a scream, often he just woke up after an hour of sleep and he couldn't back to slumber again. If he fell into sleep again, he would just woke up again and that over and over during one night.

Images that haunted him made eating even harder. Everything he had put into his mouth felt like an enemy that his throat wanted to cast out. He felt weak and he had just wanted to give up. Only his promises kept him going. He hated himself for showing that his words said to Nezumi were true.

Without him Shion was really a nothing. Nezumi went away and took a part of his soul along with him, it was funny how all his strength slowly diminish after that day four years ago.

He was a disappointment, he didn't saved Safu, he only worried his mother, and he was weak without Nezumi...

No.

He was a monster. Such a scary monster that made Nezumi, who survived two hunts, who lived a hard life in West Block, to run away from him with words that he was scared of Shion.

Hot tears burned his eyes as he walked with his mother towards hospital's exit, but he didn't let them fall. He would wait until he get back to his room, after that he was going to scream all his feelings out, as quietly as possible. Then he would again close his heart and feelings to survive the next day.

When they went outside few journalist caught them.
"What happed? How do you feel?" Young woman asked him while putting a microphone closer to Shion's mouth.
"I'm really sorry for all problems I've caused while such important day. It wasn't anything bad, I simply need to drink more coffee. I'm giving my apology to all the guests from NO.3 and all people who worked on that event once again." He smiled, he put hand around his mother and sheltered her from camera as they slowly moved into car which was send by one of his co-workers.
After they got inside, he gave Karan an apologize smile, he leaned his head over cold glass and close his eyes. Sometimes he simply wished to don't need to open them ever again.

Journey to the NO.6 took Nezumi around 3 days. The only break he had was when he had to make a transfer to the next train. He had spend almost all of the money he saved for the those four years, but he didn't think about it.

The only thing in his mind was Shion. He could only think of that pale face laying unconscious on the floor.

Little mouse slept in small pocket of his jacket. They were getting old and after hours of keeping company to their master they fell asleep into Nezumi's lap. He moved them gently to pocket with shaking hands. He felt like he was too late and that feeling didn't let him sleep much during the ride.
Still, once he got off the train, he hurried straight ahead as fast as his legs allowed him.

The city had changed. Even someone like him who spent just a few days of his life inside NO.6 could tell the difference. There were so many new buildings, small blocks with a little gardens, little shops, many unused parts of land that was organized only to look nice for eyes had disappeared. In their places were made a small playgrounds, places with fruit trees or small greenhouses.

Nezumi first went to Lost Town, but he couldn't find Shion nor Karan's Bakery. He asked some old lady what happened to the bakery. Some weight fell from his heart when he heard that Karan had moved back to Chronos a year after wall fell.

Chronos changed a lot as well. Crazy wide grounds surrounding big homes disappeared and with them those rich fountains and pools. Houses were built a lot more thicker, there were also more shops and restaurants. In the middle of the Chronos was now a large orchard.

Later, Nezumi would learn that it was too a Shion's idea. Kids from Elementary school with their teachers came there on a particular lessons and take care of all the fruits and vegetables. Raising them, picking up and learning how to make things from them. Kids took self-made food with them to their houses no matter if they had school in NO.6 or West Block. It demonstrated the next generations' difficulty of the work and valuation of a food.

It was nearly evening when he got to Shion's house. Nezumi couldn't stop the feeling of nostalgia when he hid behind the trees and faced up to the balcony. It was funny that everything came back to that place. This was a spot where he first saw Shion. This was place where he learned again about the other human's warmth.

Behind the white curtains of Shion's room Nezumi saw a light. One piece of fabric was pushed aside and the dark haired boy saw Shion.

He was sitting on desk near big windows. His desk was filled with papers and catalogues. Some part of Nezumi calmed down after he saw Shion, but the rest of his worries grew more.

The white haired boy didn't look good. Nezumi wasn't sure if he looked better or worse than in TV. Shion's hands were shaking and his face appeared even more like some kind of ghost. The older boy felt like his stomach jumped up to his throat.
About half hour later, Shion moved from the desk and with unstable, shaky steps he has walked to the balcony.
Nezumi grinded his tooth.

"Damn idiot, if you're tired you should rest, not do paperwork". He said to himself.

The white haired boy tilted over the barrier of balcony and almost crashed on it with all his body. Then he fell to his knees. At that moment Nezumi heard Shion's scream. It was different than the one from eight years ago. It was full of hurt and it was begging for help. It torn Nezumi's heart and soul apart.
Small cry followed the scream.
"Please. I'm sorry. I'm so sorry. Please. Nezumi..."
The silver eyed boy frozen after hearing his name. This whole scene hurt him more than anything else in his life. Before he got himself together Shion was already up and he slowly moved inside his room. Afterwards a few steps inside, he fell down on floor.

After Shion didn't move for a minute Nezumi rushed to his side. Climbing into balcony wasn't hard when he was 12, so now it took the dark haired boy only a few seconds. He fell on knees beside Shion and shook him a little.
"Hey, Shion! Wake up! Shion."
But the white haired boy was silent. Nezumi checked his pulse and breath. They were quiet, but firm. Afraid to move him, Nezumi only raised his head a little so unconscious boy had easiest way to breathe. He saw a communication unit in Shion's hand. He could just run down the stairs to the bakery, but he was too much afraid of leaving Shion alone so pressed a few buttons and pushed call button.

"Dear, do you need something? You don't usually call.."
"Ms. Karan, Shion lost conscious. Can you came to his room fast?" Nezumi interrupted woman.
"Nezumi?" He heard that woman's voice sound both surprised and terrified.
"I'm coming." Before he could say anything more Karan ran into the room and leaped out to them. She scanned room and kept her eyes on small desk beside sofa on center of room.
"He didn't eat anything again." She said more to herself than to Nezumi that who was right now just beside her now.
"Can we move him to the bed?" Asked Nezumi.
"I guess it should be alright."

After those words Nezumi put one of his hands under Shion's knees, the other around the boy and brought him closer to his chest. After he lifted white haired boy he gave strangled sound of surprise. Shion was so light. He always was slim and West Block life also didn't help it. They often couldn't get much food, they were lucky if they could have a three meals per day. But now Shion weight was almost nothing and Nezumi could feel his ribs under the white shirt. Gently he walked up little stairs to Shion's bed and put him slowly on white sheets.

Karan sat beside him.
"Shion, dear, can you hear me? It's just no good. I think he will need to go back to the hospital again."
Before Nezumi could say anything they heard a quiet voice.
"No, I won't... back... there."
Nezumi with some strange impulse jumped down the stairs and hid himself. He didn't want Shion to see him. The silver-eyed boy was afraid that when Shion sees him it would be too much shock for exhausted boy to handle. Or perhaps Nezumi wasn't ready yet to meet with the other man.

"Shion, I told you that if you don't eat you will have to get back to the hospital. You didn't eat what I brought to you again, you didn't even drink any milk."
"I will drink it now." the boy said as he tried to get up.
"Don't move. I will bring it to you." Karan said and got down. She looked at Nezumi and slowly nodded her head.
She took a tray with a milk and she climbed back to the Shion's bed.
"You really need to take a break."
"I can't mom." Shion said after taking a slip from the glass. "You know it. It's my responsible."
"Please, just one week, rest and fix regain your health then. After that you can come back to work."
Shion didn't answer.
"I don't want to anything bad happen to you."
"Don't worry, I will be alright. "

Nezumi didn't know if it was lack of any emotion in Shion's voice or feeling that Shion wouldn't mind if he just could die right here and now made the black-haired angry and frightened.

Before a second thought he jumped to Shion and grabbed him by the collar of his white shirt and brought their faces closer.
"You fucking idiot! What are you doing? Are you trying to kill yourself? You want to give up? You survived those damn bees, hunt, Correctional Facility, but now you just give up in such pathetic way? Are you really alright with worrying your mother like this? Did you see yourself? You look like dead, how could you get yourself in such state?!"

Nezumi screamed and Karan wasn't sure with which one was more terrified, he or Shion. After Nezumi stopped a silence fell in the room. Then they heard Shion's chuckle, he laughed quiet with a lifeless eyes.
"I've finally gone mad."
He looked at Nezumi and moved his hands into his hair grabbing them hard.
"Somebody stop this nightmare." The boy said quietly while closing his eyes.
"Shion!" Nezumi grabbed his hands and moved them away, then he laid his hands on the other boy's cheeks.
"Look at me!"

'Please, Shion don't break down, don't do it. Don't tell me it's too late.' Nezumi was thinking inside his head.

Sharp breaths left Shion's mouth and now younger boy moved his hands to his throat. He was fighting for each breath, eyes filled with tears.

"FUCK!"
Nezumi held tight shaking body to his chest. He was thinking about anything that could help right now, but he never was good in this sort of things. Shion was so broken that Nezumi wondered if he even could even do anything.
He put one hand over boy's waist and with another hand he gentle stroked his fingers over Shion's head to soothe him. He quietly whispered to other's ear.
"Shion, I'm here. It's not a dream or a nightmare. I'm here now. Calm down. I'm sorry I had shouted at you. It's ok, try to take a deep breath. Shion."

Swallow breath started to change into deeper ones, but Shion's body still shook in Nezumi's arms. It took about twenty minutes before the boy calmed down, he put his head over Nezumi's shoulder and moved his arms to lightly return embrace.
"Nezumi..."
"Yes, that's me." older boy said and tried to smirk.
Nezumi looked over to Karan's side. She was scared after Shion's outburst and surely lost about what she should do. When she saw Shion's eyes closing and slowly drifting to the sleep she started to calm down as well. Nezumi realized that his mice left his pocket in the middle of all this chaos. He looked around and found them sitting on a small animal bed with third mouse - Tsukiyo - which stayed with Shion. He signaled them to stay there for now.

After a few more minutes Nezumi put the sleeping boy again on bed.

"Let's go down to the bakery." A whisper left Karan's mouth. Nezumi just nodded his head and he followed her.
They got into a small kitchen. The First floor was mostly used for bakery, with a room for baking and big one that contained a shop and tables for customers. Still, they kept the small space for a family kitchen with little dinner table for, as Nezumi thought, creating opportunities to spend at least meals together. Karan waved her hand telling him to sit down.

"Do you want coffee or tea?"
"No need to bother, thank you."
"You don't need to hold back. You don't look like you have slept much. Maybe you want something to eat?"

'Damn, how that woman can be so kind? I messed her and her son's life.' boy thought looking at tiled floor.
Still, she put down a plate with muffins and a cup with coffee before him. Afterward that, she sat down in front of him.
Nezumi took a better look on her and her sad smile. He surely wasn't the only one that looked worn down. It was sure clear that the latest worries reflected on her face, she really loved her son. Seeing that Nezumi isn't wasn't going to say anything, woman asked.

"What's brings you back to the NO.6?"
"I saw Shion in TV three days ago and..." the boy said slowly.
"I see. Thank you for worrying about my son." Karan slowly smiled. Nezumi felt like the guilt was going to suffocate him right now. There was something in their family genes that always made him so opened and confused.
"Nezumi. I have a favor to ask." She looked at boy with kindness "I know you are a free person and you are already an adult. You probably have your own life, but please, help Shion. I suppose you are the only one who can get through him."
Nezumi saw woman wiping out the tears that began to gathering in her eyes with the hem of her sleeve.

Wasn't that a reason why he's back?

No.

Just a few hours ago he could only think about getting to the white haired boy as fast as possible. Before it was too late. Was it too late now?

No. Shion was still alive.

However, all the situation didn't seem much like a happy fairy tale.

Was he ready? He didn't even think a week ago that he would sit in this kitchen today.

It was always a Shion who saved him from his emotional mess and now it was his turn. But how could he do that? If Shion's mother couldn't do it how someone that was so twisted like him could help?

He was always the one who destroyed and Shion was the one who revived.

The sound of a moving chair got Nezumi off his mind.
"I'm going to make a dinner. If you want to use the bathroom, then one is down here, left doors from here at corridor, second one is connected to Shion's room at the second floor".
"Thank you Ma'am."

'Fuck, I'm not going to run. Not from Shion, not from most important person in my crazy life'. He thought before Karan left the room.

"Ma'am, I will help him. You can be ensured that I will do anything to help him."

'I have debt bigger than my life anyway to you both'.

Karan again smiled to him, now she looked happier.
"Thank you. After I'm done can you take a dinner the food to Shion and make sure he will eat it?"
"Yes, of course." Even if he had to force it into Shion's mouth on his own, he added in his mind.

He took off his jacket and super fiber scarf and hung it in corridor near to Shion's coat. Seeing it this way, Nezumi couldn't help but smile. This picture just felt so right.