Waiting in the Rain

A No. 6 Fanfiction

by Tomoyo-chan

Disclaimer: I do not own No 6.


It had something to do with the rain. The rain, and the voice, and the way the Moondrop cry made him so angry. The release that the scream had given him, and the way the red of blood stood out in the darkened room. It had something to do with instinct deeper than the ones that forced people to live. That was why he kept the boy that climbed in through his window. That and the silver moonlight eyes that glared at everything but saw nothing. No beauty in anything, no compassion. Shion would be that compassion, that one bit of light in Nezumi's world. Even if he had to give up everything else, he would show the wounded boy that there was at least one light.

Earlier, when Safu had kissed him on the cheek, when his Mother had wished him happy birthday and promised him cherry cake, he had known that he wasn't alone in the world, that someone cared. But sitting here in the dark with a sleeping Nezumi, he was sure that there was more than just not being alone. There was caring so much he would being in a stranger from the rain just because it felt right. There was believing that there was something like destiny or providence or what the ancients had mistakenly believed to be gods.

The storm raged outside, but in his room it was dark and quiet. He lay, hand in hand with Nezumi, waiting for whatever came next. He knew that something had changed, had made his world completely different. He wasn't sure if it was the storm, or Nezumi, or the cherry cake. But things had changed, and he was changing with them. Before, he would have never taking in a stranger like this, even a wounded one. Would have never sheltered a criminal. Would have never wondered if NEzumi really was a criminal; if No 6 was right in imprisoning him. He wondered what came next. Where would Nezumi go, what would he do there? Nezumi was sick, would he be alright? Why had they been taking him to the Moondrop? Would Shion be able ever know why?

A branch knocked against his balcony, thrown about be the wind. Shion wondered was he the branch or was he the balcony. Was he being thrown about by fate, destined to be broken against the inevitable, or standing up to everything that happened to him. Was Nezumi the wind then? He couldn't stop thinking about the boy. Everything was because of him, his presence, and Shion didn't regret a thing. Lying to his mother, giving up half his bed, the cold fingers around his throat as he stared into moonlight eyes.

No matter what came tomorrow, tonight he was waiting in the rain with Nezumi beside him.


Happy 12th birthday Shion! 9-7-13 is the date given in the novels as the night of the typhoon that brings Nezumi to Shion and I had to commemorate the occasion.