Hey everyone! Here's the next chapter! A special thanks to Nikita for the review. It really made my day. Also a special thanks for those who followed my story. And lastly a special thanks to my beta reader fullmetalangel3265 who, once again, is awesome.

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Karen look at the young man sitting in front of her. He had finally calmed down enough to come back inside and sit down. She was still very shaken. This man had called her mom. It was impossible. Yet for some reason, a part of her believed him

"Excuse me." Safu said to the man, "But I think you made a mistake. She only has one son and that's him." She pointed at Sion who was watching the man curiously.

"I'm from the future," The man said weakly.

"That would make you Sion then," Safu said, unconvinced. "But you don't look like him. Your hair and eyes are a different color. Plus…Sion wouldn't get a tattoo."

"Tattoo?" the man asked confused, then he relaxed. "Oh, you're talking about this." His hand went up and touched his cheek where a bit of the tattoo was visible. Karan had to silently agree with Safu. There was no way this man could be Sion….right? Yet even as she thought of it, she felt doubtful. Something about his face expressions the way he moved and spoke that reminded her of Sion.

"It's a long story," the man finally said. "you….me…uh young Sion?" He gave a little laugh. "This is confusing. Anyways, has anything unusual happened at work yet?" Sion frowned slightly and looked down.

"There was one thing….I'm not sure if I should talk about it though.." Sion said, uncomfortable. Karan frowned. What happened at work that her son didn't want to talk about?

"It's the old man, right?" the white haired man asked. "The one you found dead?" All three of them gasped.

"How did you know?" Sion asked.

"What man?!" Karan demanded. "What happened to him?"

"We don't know." Sion said. "He was just an old man we found dead in the park…"

"You'll understand a little bit more tomorrow if you go to work… Of course, if you go tomorrow you won't be able to return home ever again…. Everything will change." The man said. Karan looked at the man worriedly. What could he have meant by that? Why wouldn't her son return home if he went to work tomorrow. It seemed like a cryptic thing to say yet….yet the man just looked thoughtful. Maybe even happy? It didn't fit the ominous statement.

"What's going to happen to me if I go to work tomorrow." Sion asked alarmed.

"You will get to see someone special…"

"Who?" Karan asked.

"A rat," the man said. Karen and Safu exchanged looks. The man was talking nonsense again and it was getting frustrating. A rat didn't answer their question.

"Nezumi," Sion breathed, a smile spreading across his face. He looked very happy. Karan watched her son. It was clear that this person was special to Sion but she couldn't think of who it could be. No one around here had a name like that.

"Nezumi?" Safu asked confused, "Who's that?" Sion didn't answer, he just smiled brightly. Karan looked from the man to her son. Both had identical smiles, reflection the joy that this Nezumi person seemed to bring them. Could he really be her son?

(Present time….)

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Sion was late. Very late… Nezumi watched the second hand of the clock over the book that he was reading. He wasn't going to get worried. He wasn't going to get up to look for him. Sion would get upset again.

"I was just going to buy food!" Sion would complain. "You don't need to tail me when I do small errands! I can take care of myself now! Isn't that why you taught me self-defense?" Nezumi snorted out loud as he thought of that. He could hardly call what they were doing self-defense lessons.

After returning to Sion a year and a half after No. 6's wall fell, he found the place in disarray. It seemed that there were at least five separate rebellions going on at the same time. Small factions kept popping up to either kill each other, work for one of the rebel groups or pillaging anything in sight. In the middle of this mess was Sion. It seemed that most of the groups and factions wanted him dead, yet he was alive and fighting. He was probably the sole reason the whole place didn't collapse into total chaos. He fought, every day, trying to get people to work together. He was both very popular and very hated. At the time of his return, Nezumi knew he had to act fast.

He had decided that best way to keep Sion safe without having to tail him 24/7 would be to teach him self-defense. Although he didn't like the idea of Sion holding any weapon ever again, he felt it was necessary for keeping him alive. This plan failed, however, as Sion refused to even touch the knife. Their self-defense lessons degenerated into Nezumi chasing Sion around their apartment with a knife for three hours a day. The result was that Sion could outrun anyone chasing him and could dodge any knife attacks.

"I still wish he learned how to defend himself though," Nezumi thought while watching yet another minute pass. This was getting ridiculous. Nezumi glanced out the window and was dismayed to see how dark it had gotten. Although it had been five years since he had returned, and by now things had settled down enough to be called civilization again, there were still many people who wanted to kill Sion.

Nezumi slam his book shut. He couldn't take it anymore. Even if Sion complained, he was not going to sit around a wait anymore. Standing up and putting on his coat he headed to the door.

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