Disclaimer:I DON'T own anything щ(ಥДಥщ)
If i did i would be revered and worshipped among various fandoms as a Goddess…. ᕙ(⇀‸↼‶)ᕗ
On to another subject my little lambies ( ^▽^)σ)~O~)... I don't own a beta of my own for this fic (the horror!) So im basically doing all the spell check and things myself along with writing, so I might not catch everything, but I will fix it when I see it or get the chance! So please (I'm asking nicely here) PLEASEdon't pester me about spelling and/or grammar. If you are a grammar Nazi…. (~ ̄▽ ̄)~.Theres your door!
This is my first fanfic (ever) that will actually see the light of my computer! I hope you enjoy my minds humble musings and I make you want to read many more! My intention with this fic is to make at least one of you cry. (つд`) Tears of joy and sadness!
Feedback and suggestions are always welcome here! I'm a review whore myself so if you guys truly truly want another chapter you know what I want! (ΘεΘ)
Tickets, please!
Tickets, please!
Let me take your tickets, and lead you through the depths of my mind... and into the crazy world of FanFiction!
Ladies and Gentlemen, boys and girls, sinners and saints alike, allow me to raise the curtain and say "On with the show…" (ノ◕ヮ◕)ノ*:・゚✧
Nezumi ran. Ran straight through the once cold and unforgiving city, now bustling with life and warmth. Six years had changed everything past the point of recognition. Nezumi felt his feet catch underneath him as he stumbled and almost fell. Yet still he ran. It was almost more than he could take. He would not cry- he would not let himself cry. He was a survivor. He would not crack, break, or shatter like he had seen so many others do before him- becoming a sniveling mess of emotions. Instead he would bend. Bend until he could bend no more. Bend but never break. He would bend until he became another shape altogether- another person. He wished for nothing else. He wanted nothing else. Maybe as another person he wouldn't hurt, he would no longer fear, no longer feel.
Still he ran. Ran until he was out of breath, his lungs greedily begging for gulps of air, as his legs screamed in protest. Finally falling to his knees, the dirt caked his pants. Nezumi than realized where his feet had unconsciously lead him- the hill that had once overlooked the great walls of No. 6.
Six years had changed him, he knew that. Physically he matured, he was taller. His hair had grown. He knew this, for these changes were easy to see. Emotionally, he transformed. What he was not prepared for, was what six years has done to everything and everyone else. It had changed his entire world.
The walls of No. 6, how he hated those walls six years ago. Those wretched walls containing everything he wished to capture in between his hands as he slowly closed them and made a fist. He would feel them break as No. 6 was obliterated. But no more- those walls were now a mere memory of what once had been. Those precious memories- thats all they would ever be now. Memories.
The reality of his situation had finally caught up with Nezumi- so he did the only thing he could do, laugh. The kind of hysterical laughter where Nezumi laughed so hard that the tears had started to pour from his unsuspecting eyes. His body had become an unwilling participant as he hunched over and fell sideways into the dust.
Who knows how long he just laid there, minutes, hours, days? It all did not matter anymore-he just laid there trying to recover. His hands gripped the dirt as his knuckles went white. As he desperately tried to pour all of his anger, sadness, guilt and pure love to the earth.
It was beyond funny now that he thought about it. He had struggled all his life, lost his home and family, clawed himself over a pile of dead bodies in his attempt to rid the world of No. 6. Yet here he was, crying and bending past the point he had ever bended before. Nezumi laid there watching the one place he hated more than anything else in the world. For that wretched place, contained the one thing, the one person he had come to love.
He had done so much with him, Nezumi was so used to fighting alone it had become exhausting. But when he met him, it was like breath of fresh air had rejuvenated his entire being. He had carved his way into Nezumi's heart with a knife and Nezumi was powerless to stop him, so he just let himself bleed.
He had a purpose again, though he had not realized its extent six years ago. It had taken Nezumi that long to realize what he needed in his life, who he needed. So he had returned, he had never forgotten their promise in the aftermath of the holy day. Not once. And he would keep his promise. He would throw himself upon his majesty throne and crawl upon his hands and knees, pride be damned, in order to be back in his life.
But it was too late… six years too late…No… No... No No NO! This was not the end, he wouldn't let it be. So with the last of his tears and new found strength Nezumi managed to push off the ground to his knees. Facing the one obstacle he was determined to overcome. It was truly beautiful now, nothing like the deceiving beauty that No.6 had once been.
The sun was setting now, painting No.6 with colors of warmth, it overwhelmed Nezumi with a sense of peace! Tomorrow was another day- and with that thought brought Nezumi some comfort. With the dawning of the next sun, he would fix everything. Arms outstretched Nezumi reached toward No.6, to his everything, he reached toward him. A single tear caressed the bluenettes last bit of light that had brought comfort to Nezumi's world caught that translucent drop as it fell to the earth. A slight breeze ushered Nezumi's voice as it caught the wind and beheld a single precious name.
"Shion….."
Wow! So prologues done, yay, I really want to make this into a chapter-fic, but it all depends on your responses and reviews. Should I take this down and quit writing altogether or is it okay? I seriously had a moral dilemma if I was going to ever put this up here, because honestly I think it suck and have been told my writing is not so good a time or two buy peers in high school (dark times) LOL! Anyway I'm trying to keep everyone OC within this fic, but who knows I might just surprise you! Props to Kagamine Len's song that inspired this fic! A cookie to anyone who can guess what song it was! Thats right people bribery! I'm working it! Anywhore…. let me just part ways with you adorable little lambs with this….
I thoroughly hope you enjoyed your show! Until next time... (Curtains Close)
