Disclaimer: NO.6 isn't mine.


12. Call me, maybe?

It was a pleasant morning, the air cool and the sun warmly shining with just a hint of clouds shading here and there, not enough to really shelter the ground from the sunlight.

We were walking leisurely to my university, Nezumi yawned as he strolled alongside me, his arms folded behind his head.

"Nezumi," I started, "Where do you live?"

He took a glance at me before answering, "The West Block."

That startled me.

"You didn't!"

Nezumi's reply explained why I denied his answer—because of course I would go back to his house to find him, that small underground dwelling we shared for some months before the ambush to the Correctional Facility, "I moved."

The lack of surprise in his expression and voice suggested that he had known that I had gone to that old house to search for him.

"Oh."

He didn't say anything after that, and I kept my mouth shut as well. I wanted to ask him a lot of things, but I guess it could wait. We had plenty of time for chit-chatting now that he was here.

But I still had my doubts. I didn't voice that out either.

We reached my university not long after, Nezumi commenting about how huge it was and how I must have been one of the 'model students' which of course I denied. He was just making fun of me.

He was about to leave when I grabbed his wrist and looked into his brilliant grey eyes, "I'll see you later." It was as if I said that to assure myself that no, he wouldn't be going anywhere anymore. For real.

He smirked, "I've no choice, since you begged."

"I didn't," I frowned. I suddenly thought of something and before he could open his mouth to say his retort, I hastily reached into my pocket and whipped out my cell phone, "You have a phone, right?"

That caught him in surprise, though he grunted an affirmative.

"Give me your phone," I demanded.

He didn't seem to like what I was about to do, but grudgingly still took it out of his pants pocket and handed me the device. I keyed in my phone number and dialed it, cutting it when I feel my phone vibrating in my hand and saved my number into his phone before I returned it to him.

I felt a smile on my face as I waved a goodbye to Nezumi, which he returned rather shyly?—or was that because of the passing-by groups and pairs of girls who evidently showed interest in him, with all the whispering and giggling?—and turned to head to the university building.

I looked down on my phone screen and gazed upon the numbers and the name above it as I walked away. I really hope my phone battery would last long enough until my classes end today.


A/N: I'm not really sure if they use cell phones in the NO.6 world or even phone numbers (like how Japanese use e-mail addresses instead of phone numbers?), but I recall Safu calling Shion's phone in the manga/novel (in the anime it was some hologram thingy coming out of their wristbands, but I don't like that idea so I shall stick with cell phones), so that's how things are gonna be in this fic.

I'm planning on doing a different style for the next chapter, and I hope I can pull it off well. Let's see how it goes.

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