Shit shit shit shit shit shit. Shit.
There was a mark.
Starting to sweat, Shion stood with wide gaping eyes. Staring at the the junction where Nezumi's shoulder met with his neck. Sitting there, unknown to its receiver, was a very clear- very bruised- bite mark. Shaped and given by non other than Shion.
Quickly glancing at the mirror that hung on the wall not two feet from them, Shion panicked. If Nezumi turned around right now it was all over. He would be caught. He could already imagine the look of disgust that the rat's face would show.
Thinking quickly Shion looked around and spotted his little marble mouse on a desk near him. Grabbing it, he shoved it out in front of him.
"You were sleeping, so I forgot to show you, but I bought this from some old man in the street. It reminded me of you. Isn't it beautiful?" Whether it was by will, or sheer luck, he somehow managed to keep his voice normal. He looked up and met Nezumi's confused stare, Shion desperately hoping that his eyes didn't give anything away.
Nezumi looked at the object in Shion's hands, and slowly reached forward to grab it. As their fingers brushed together, Shion felt a shocking jolt. His face flushed again as he resisted the urge to grab Nezumi's fingers and hold them in his.
Holding it up to the light the bluette studied the marble creation in his hand.
"It's pretty, I guess." he muttered, placing it back down on the desk. Clearly not as fascinated with the object as Shion had been.
The shower now returning to his mind, Nezumi started to turn around toward the bed. But, before he could make a full turn Shion rushed forward, grabbing his hand and pulling his rat into him.
Nezumi crashed into his chest and looked up, irritation written all over his face.
"What are you doing!?"
Shion didn't have an answer, he couldn't just tell Nezumi, 'Oh, Im trying to keep you from looking in the mirror. That way you won't see the super sexy bight mark on your neck. Then you won't know that I molested you in your sleep!' Not to mention the fact that Nezumi's warmth pressed against his body was starting to muddle his brain.
'Think think think think think think!'
"Ummmm, you have something in your hair." he said, smiling sheepishly.
Still standing close, he reached up and pretended to grab something. Smiling again he turned Nezumi into the direction of the bathroom, careful to block the mirror from view. Shoving the other behind he doors, he commented that dinner would be ready when he got out, and to take his time and relax.
Shutting the very confused rat behind the door, Shion let out a relieved sigh. There were no mirrors in the bathroom- since it was really just a large room with clutter and a tub.
But what about when Nezumi came out of the bathroom? Shion started panicking again. The bruise would take at least the next two weeks to heal, and he couldn't keep Nezumi away from it that long.
As light bulb popped over his head he slowly smiled in victory at the brilliant idea that had come to mind.
Putting his plan into action, he went to grab a few things from the kitchen.
