A/N: In relation to "You," Shion reminisces about his first encounter with Nezumi.
Shion had never expected an intruder in his room. His home had always been such a safe place - nothing like this had ever occurred before. Yet here he stand, his back against a wall, with a boy about his age brandishing a knife to his neck. Although terrified, there was a strange calm pulsating through Shion. This was exciting, unexpected, new. His life had always been so vanilla until now.
The boy from the street turned out to be an interesting character. Though violent, Shion could tell this boy had no intention of harming him - much like a kitten hisses at the person who brings them down from a tree. Shion felt warm when this boy allowed him to suture his wounds with little resistance. How was there already a solemn feeling of trust flowing between them?
Shion never wanted to go to sleep. He wanted to study this boy, ask him questions, see how he reacted to different stimuli. There must have been a thousand things that this boy had never experienced before. What would he think of chocolate, or curry? Had he had those things before? What about mixed together?
There was a feeling deep within Shion's skin that itched and could not be soothed. Had he known this boy in a past life? Why was he so familiar? Looking at this young boy's sleeping face reminded Shion of the cries of the Moondrop. Had he heard Shion's calls back to the Moondrop earlier that night? Had that been what drew him to Shion's balcony?
He was overthinking again, off in his own little world that Safu complained about so often. He didn't know this boy; they hadn't met before. He had only come by because he saw an open door and wanted shelter from the storm. Shion felt dissatisfied, craving a deeper connection with this boy.
In the morning, Shion was alone in his bed. His stomach shriveled, and Shion felt cold. Why did the night have to end and give way to the harsh truth of morning? He would never forget the boy that held a knife to his throat and made him think differently about everything. There was another world out there, somewhere. It was filled with people just like the boy from the balcony, and overflowed with chances of new, non-vanilla life. Someday, Shion would find that world, and he would meet that boy again.
A/N: Kinda out of my element this morning, so if this drabble is written weird, I apologize.