Shion was lost in thought as he walked through the rest of Lost Town. Chronos was still far away, and the sleeping five year old was asleep on his shoulder.

Shion was just debating the small issue of getting a vehicle when the clock chimed. He stopped to stare. In the center of the city, where the Moondrop was placed those five years ago, was now a large, electronic clock that displayed the time for everyone in No.6 to read. He was glad to see someone put this up three years ago, repairing the hexagonal mesh beforehand. The Moondrop was destroyed, thousands of pounds of concrete destroyed in the Great Collapse. It looked almost as if Eluriyas took a large bite out of the top of it.

The chime rang midnight, but no one was awake to hear it, except for Shion. He was almost home, ready to put his dear son into bed, and get his self cleaned up. He was looking forward to it.

Well into the hour of midnight, the two boys return, but Little Nezumi was not awake to greet their large, modern apartment. This apartment was the size of a normal home, two bedrooms and one bath. The bath might as well be a bedroom, with its size. And modern it was; it was up to date on the latest electronics and downloads. Why, even the stove in the kitchen was electronic.

Shion passed the living room, his eyes catching the beautiful scene of the city from the invisible wall on the west. Only at midnight can this city seem so quiet, tired, and serene. But the lights inner-city was ablaze. Close enough to the Moondrop to blind it. Little red, pink, and yellow dots of light shown on the marble floors in the living room, reflecting the wide arrange of towers and buildings alit with the burning blaze of power. But, enough.

Little Nezumi was tucked into bed, his little suede jacket and knit cap hanging on the hook across the room. As Shion went to leave, though, he couldn't help but to watch the sleeping angel whilst a-slumber. Shion turns, to stand over the edge of the child's small wooden bed, kissing the red-head's forehead in affection. This child was born in west block, where Shion selflessly and heroically risked his own life to give this child a chance at his own. West block was a nasty, dirty, and violence-filled place. No one could survive there without learning a thing or two to keep yourself alive; others didn't care if you were or not. As long as you weren't in their way.

Everyone worked for themselves, it was a bloody free for all. Either you lived, or you didn't. Shion was sure, that if the child was raised in West Block, like he was supposed to, he'd either be dead, or a pickpocket by now. And this was an unpleasant thought as it raced through Shion's mind. How would Little Nezumi's placement in the world change, along with his personality and judgment.

But, somehow, Shion saw a bit of himself in the child; a bit of his small, useless, and naïve self. It was acceptable to be like that, though, as a child. But, perhaps Shion should have grown up a while ago. But the brunette child of 10 years ago was shown in the read-head. The brunette Shion knew before the Parasitic Bee.

After kissing Little Nezumi goodnight, Shion walked across the dark apartment to his own room. Quickly, ridding of his jacket and shirt, he stepped into the bathroom, pulling the knob on the shower, the nozzle sizzling to life.

Once stripped of his clothing, the albino male stood before the bull-body mirror, observing himself. He was lean, without being too skinny. But the fact that he was underweight still bothered him. Though the health hazards, that he now knew because of his doctorate, weren't the issue. He just couldn't get himself to eat enough, out of habit, he assumed.

While on west block, Nezumi and Shion hardly got anything to eat. Maybe a few apples here, some stew there, a few pieces of bread. He'd gotten into the knowing of being hungry, and soon became second nature. It never bothered him, until he had all the food he could possibly eat. He would cook for both him and Little Nezumi, and he would end up skipping the meal. Throwing away the perfectly good food he just didn't have the urge to eat. Several meals a week were skipped at a time, and Shion knew this was not right. And he knew he should try to change that.

{…}

Shion has always been self conscious; well, not always. Once, around the beginning of spring, a tall navy-haired male brought his mass to his attention/

"You're so skinny that you'd be embarrassed to be naked in front of a lover!" These were the words spoken, and now echoed through Shion's head as he analyzed himself in the cracked mirror on the wall in the living space.

His sweater was in his hands, his eyes searching up and down his torso. His porcelain-ivory skin was pulled tight over his bones; his hip bones were prominent, and his collar bones were something quite to gawk at. He felt he was too skinny to be in the arms of a lover…

"Who would find this pigment-lacking, tight-skinned body of mine attractive?" … Even with a charming red snake coiled around it?

He dropped the shirt in the palm of his hands and raised a finger to trace the red scar that lined his body. These features that he adopted after the spread of the toxin inside his body no longer concerned him: The white hair, paler skin, maroon eyes, and a pet red snake. None of this bothered him, it was his stature's status that constantly taunted him; The only color on his body being the aforementioned red snake and the rosy color of his nipples.

The squeak of the gears inside the front door gave way for the entrance of a rat.

His hair was the color of a dark midnight, and his eyes the color of the shining moon; shion swore that if the male blinked, stars would fall from his irises and onto the wooden floor.

"N-Nezumi!" Shion gasped,, bending over to pick up the shirt he had dropped earlier.

Nezumi didn't move, but cross his arms leisurely and lean against the inside of the entranceway. His eyes half lidded and glittering, wandering up and down Shion as if searching for something. His face twisted into his usual annoyed simper, eyebrows furrowing in questioning. His mask was a bulk of mixed emotions, unsure of what to do, or say.

"Evening, princess." Nezumi chuckled, his silver orbs finally settling on Shion's deep maroon. Shion didn't respond, but turned in attempt to put his shirt back on.

"What're you doing that for?" Nezumi asked, taking a step forward from his stance, putting a hand on Shion's bare shoulder, "leave it off."

"But, Nezumi—"

"It's not like I haven't seen you naked," Nezumi argued in his usual non-chalant tone. Shion sputtered, then lowered his arms, feeling Nezumi's cool fingers on his warm skin.

"What were you doing? Admiring yourself?" Nezumi inquired almost tauntingly. Shion quickly shook his head, closing his eyes as tight as he could.

"Then you were searching for flaws," The raven stated, his other hand coming up to rest on the other bare-skinned was weird how simple touches from these cold fingers could send Shion's body down in flames. Shion didn't answer, his embarrassment over ridden by the head of his limbs.

"I see none," Nezumi smiled, followed by a snicker.

"I'm too skinny, you said it yourself." Shion muttered, the head in his arms rising to his face.

Nezumi paused, lowering his arms down the albino's shoulders to trace his fingers along his chest, taking his time and savoring every inch. Each simple brush seemed to leave a trail of blazing wildfire along Shion's skin, feeling the velvetiness of the soft, untouched skin. His hands gently brush the erection of Shion's nipples, nudging them gently; Shion let out a small gasp, an utter virgin.

"Your skin is soft and pale. Like snow," The words danced pleasantly on his tongue, speaking in an almost lyrical voice. The same voice he used when reading aloud or performing on stage.

"And your hips…~" Nezumi hooked his arms back around, tenderly gripping shion's waist with his long manly fingers. Shion was speechless, he didn't know what to say, or how to respond. "So curvy and tight; Like a woman's," His words were now hot breaths against Shion's ears, Shion's own beginning to labor heavily.

"And this scar…" the rat's traveling fingers yet to cease as he pressed them against the thick red line twisting up the short male's back, his fingers lingering back and forth. "Like a rose, jutting itself through the desert sand." Nezumi breathed once more, his lips now close to the flesh of the shivering boy's neck.

"When I am just a weed, doing the same."

"That is a lie." Shion shuddered, spinning around to face the male.

His garnet orbs met with Nezumi's silver and a jolt shot through his stomach, making him sick.

{…}

Shion found himself sobbing violently, his bare back squished against the cold porcelain of the white toilet. His brain just as steamy and foggy as the bathroom. He had left the hot water running as he had his mental fit, forgetting to turn it off as the water got unbearably hot.

"I.. Can still feel… His fingers" He sobbed, gripping the wall as he tried to rescue himself, entering the shower unsteadily, "The warm touch of skin against…"

Shion, 21, was still a virgin. And his mother was right, women practically died at his feet. Many woman have offered their bodies, but he always declined, holding out for someone. Nezumi never touched him in a sexual way, in fact, that was the only time Nezumi ever touched him like that. So tenderly, so… gracefully. Shion was almost rueful for that fact; he wanted Nezumi. And he wanted nothing more, at the very least, to tell him that.

AN:

Omf. Thank you for reading. I love you guys. I could really get more reviews and stuff. Favorites are appreciated too.

This was actually a request.

"Do something sexy yet sweet. Shion should be a father. Perhaps that child from West Block that he rescued, I've read so many fics where Karan took the child in. Shion should be in charge."

This is her actual quote, but there was more. I don't want to spoil things.~

Anyway, Arigato.

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