-Chapter 3-
Tickets, please!
Tickets, please!
Hey guys hope you ALL had a wonderful Christmas/ Holiday Season, and here's my belated gift to you all! I tried to make it longer, (Thats what she said XD) for you guys as a thank you for everyone! I've pumped a lot of information into this chapter so I hope I don't lose anyone here! I did my best!
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Without further ado…
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✧
The sunrise bounced off the clouds, tinting them with oranges and reds, spreading across the sky announcing the new day.
The morning sun streamed in through the window. Blocked only by the thinness of the curtains, whose light was pouring through, almost as if they were not there at all.
The rise and fall of Shions chest, and the sound of steady breathing the only signs of life in the little room.
It might have been the light that dragged him out of that shadowy world of dreams, but it was the dull thrum of the alarm clock buzzer that caught his attention.
Snuggling into the soft eiderdown duvet, Shion blinked his eyes open and closed, as if trying to rid the sleepiness from them. He hugged the duvet a little tighter and rolled over in an attempt to untangle himself from the mess of sheets.
Pushing himself into a sitting position, Shion stretched and yawned. Fully awake and alert, Shion hit the alarm stopping the heavy beeping. The faint red glow of clock read 7:00am, the latest Shion could sleep in without throwing off his entire morning routine. Finally obtaining the willpower to step out of bed was the hard part… until Shion realized he was alone. Of course he was alone. He always woke up alone.
Not that worrying about it would change anything.
His to-do-list sat on the cluttered kitchen counter, nagging him with it's words. But still, the list made him feel organised and efficient and it was part of his daily routine.
"Might as well start the day," Shion sighed and proceeded to the bathroom for a shower and fresh pair of clothes.
Once Shion was finished getting himself ready, he headed to the kitchen to make breakfast. He needn't worry about waking Sion up, the metallic clatter of pots and pans, the splutter of water from the faucet, and the aroma of pancakes wafting up the stairs would surely do it for him.
He was right, pretty soon the little pitter patter of feet came racing down the stairs at an incredible speed.
"Please don't run Sion, I don't want you to fall." Shion chided the little boy.
"Sowwy daddy…" the breathless little voice replied, climbing onto the chair little Sion sat and took in the sight of food, his little stomach giving off a slight rumble, "Cawn I have one daddy?"
"Of course you can," Shion proceeded to cut two pancakes into smaller pieces before drizzling them with syrup and passing them to Sion. "Are you ready for school?"
With the messy-ness only a six year old could muster, little Sion ate noisily, then showing no signs of embarrassment he wiped his mouth on his sleeve, giving a big toothy grin and a mere, "Yesh daddy!"
"Alright, go brush your teeth. I'll wait for you on the porch- then we will walk to school." Shion patted his son on the head and ruffled his hair, the little boy gave a smiling nod, hopped off the his chair and scurried back upstairs to brush his teeth.
Shion walked to the little porch which adjoined the kitchen and stood there gazing out. On this side of the house, there was a row of cedars which bordered his property, slanting downward toward west block. Shion originally wanted to live in the house which he and Nezumi once shared- however, raising an energetic little boy had proved otherwise. With the help of many generous people, not only was he able to move into a larger but quaint home just on the outskirts of Westblock. But he was also able to salvage Nezumi's entire collection of books. They now sat in one of the many bookshelves lining his home. It was a bittersweet reminder of someone he could feel but not really touch.
Shion felt little tug on his hand, shaking him from his memories. "Lesh go!" That smile again. His son truly was the main reason he got up in the morning. That little happy-go lucky smile of his, never failed to put a smile on his face no matter what or who he had been previously thinking of.
Locking the front door, the pair made their way into the center of town.
Little Sions kindergarten was a located a couple of blocks away from their house, in the heart of Westblock. In six years Westblock had transformed from a decrepit vagabond town into a lively place with bustling streets, buildings three and four stories high, with bicycles chained up in rows, street performers asking for spare change, a large open air market place with stall holders hollering out prices, narrow cobbled side streets, coffee shops, antique shops, and florists with bouquets out on the street in buckets. The sounds of laughter and children only brought forth the reality that Westblock had new life again. The people had new life again.
"Good Morning Shion! Ohh and look little Sion! Good morning!" A grandmotherly shopkeeper called out to the pair.
"Good mowning Baa-chawn!" The little boy ran up to the woman, giving her a big hug, while Shion followed closely behind.
"Good morning Chiyo-san!" Shion smiled back.
"On your way to school I see, well study hard and become smart like Otou-san! We owe him so much after all!"
Shion blushed all the way up to his ears. "No no.. Chiyo-san it's all thanks to everyone's hard work Westblock has become the town it is today."
"Ah! Humble as ever I see… but thats what we love about you! Don't we Sion?" Chiyo-san winked.
"Yesh Baa-chawn! I love Daddy!" Little Sion replied in his ever loving tone.
"Alright, its getting late, come on Sion. Lets get you to school. Say goodbye to Chiyo-san!"
"Bye-bye! Baa-chwan!" Sion waved, as father and son made their way down the street and into a small but happy building known as Hanamaru Kindergarten.
Entering through the door marked by a big 102- Shion and Sion were greeted by bright smiles and big hugs. The children in Sion's class were a lively bunch, always full of energy but ready to help and play any chance they got.
"Good morning everyone! Has anyone seen Usaida-sensei?"
"Yesh, Shion-san! He's asleep over there!" The little girl with pig-tails replied, "Ah thank you Kirin-chan!"
But Shions thanks passed onto deaf ears as Kirin had engaged in a game of tug-of-war with Taka over who would play with Sion.
Usaida-sensei was a skinny blonde haired man who despite his flighty attitude and sleeping habits,
deeply cared for each and every one of the children in his class.
Making his way to Usaida-sensei, Shion slowly reached out and shook his shoulder.
"Usaida-san please wake-up, its almost time for class."
"Yes, Yes Shion-chan! I'm up! I'm Up!" Usaida-san rubbed his eyes as he slowly picked himself off the rug he had previously made his temporary bed.
"Now Usaida-san Ive dropped Sion off, and I will pick him up straight after work around 2:30. He has a snack in his backpack, in case he gets hungry later."
"Yare-Yare Shion-chan you worry too much, I will make sure Sion-chan is taken care of."
Usaida-san and Shion chatted for a little while longer, mostly about the days activities and Usaida-sans morning. The school bell rang throughout the halls as students rushed to their individual colored squares on a large carpet in the middle of the floor.
Shion quickly made his way to his son's square, and left Sion in Usaida-sans care with a quick kiss to the forehead, a promise to be back to pick him up at 2:30. With a wave Shion left the lively classroom and headed to work.
As Shion walked from little Sions kindergarten, he waved to friendly shopkeepers and acquaintances. It was a totally different feel from the Old Westblock and he wouldn't change it for the world.
In the distance, a large white building could be seen surrounded by trees. Up close their was a narrow pathway leading to two sliding doors. There was no guard towers here, no fences, no security, no badges or pledges- just two doors with primitive locks for peace-of-mind, even though they were virtually unneeded.
Inside a kind hearted girl with a baby face and wiry glasses greeted Shion with a smile.
"Welcome back Shion-sama! Ready for another day?"
"Good Morning Chihiro-san, please... how many times have I asked please call me Shion?
Shion-sama makes me… uncomfortable." He shifted as if his body was voicing his distress.
"Yes Shion-san, but you really are too humble, with all the help you given everyone over the years- its the least any of us can do."
Shion walked over to the front desk as Chihiro-san handed him a manilla folder with all the days documents that either needed approval, needed to be signed, or handed to other department heads for signing.
"You have a meeting in ten minutes with the committee's department heads concerning this months status updates. And…. Ah! Takeshi-sama would like to talk to you after the meeting" Shion stiffed at the last statement, Takeshi-san was a rather persuasive man. Gathering up his willpower for the day to come, Shion said goodbye to Chihiro-san and made his way up the stairs to the conference room.
The conference room was designed to fit one large table and 9 adjoint seats, lined with clear windows on the north facing wall overlooking Westblock and what was once the previous outer walls of No.6. Setting the manilla folder at the head of the table, Shion began distributing papers to their appropriate chairs. It was then various committee members started taking their seats. It had taken at least another 30 minutes before everyone to arrive.
Putting on his professional mask, Shion started to speak, "Good morning everyone. Thank you for coming to our monthly meeting. I ask if everyone has any immediate concerns that needed to be addressed or discussed with you fellow members?" Every hand remained still- always a promising sign. "Very well concerning the reforestation project…"
It had been at least an hour before the first members had started to leave the conference room. It had been a fairly easy meeting, with no major problems in any department- the meeting had mostly been suggestions about improvements and new future projects.
Once the last few committee member had left the room, Shion heard the soft click of the lock turn, and the feel of a firm but gentle hand on his small shoulder. "You know I like it when you take charge...my lord…" Shions gaze travelled from the soft slender hand on his shoulder, up to a well defined chest, then to a devilishly handsome face. The man looked to be around 30, he was almost like a chiseled finely-carved Michelangelo statue, perfectly symmetrical, his lips were slightly full: the kind that end in a cute little smirk at the corners. The rays of sun peeking in through the conference window highlighting the his cheeks and chin, and inky black hair framing his face. At the same time the other slender hand brushed across his thigh, running up to Shions stomach and pulling the younger man closer to him.
Shion wiggled trying to turn to face the gorgeous man, but the other mans grip just tightened keeping the smaller man in place.
"Takeshi-san… please let go of me…we are at work..." Shion gasped still trying to turn away.
"I left in such a hurry this morning, I couldn't hold you properly…" His breath blowing slightly past his ear.
"Might I ask If you're available tonight?" his voice smooth and confident as he continued. "Of course you are.."
"Takeshi-san please lets talk about… mmmhmm"
With a smooth nod, Shion felt Takeshi's confident hand grip underneath his chin as he slowly brought their lips together, effectively cutting of Shions sentence. As the two foreign mouths met, on Shion's end there were no fireworks, or tingles of desire. It could only describe it as sloppy and wet.
After a couple of minutes Takeshi had broken away, his penetrating gaze had never once left Shion's body. "I'll see you later," Takeshi allowed himself a slight grin of amusement before turning to unlock the door and begin walking down the hall.
Shion could only watch as Takeshi-san retreating figure got smaller and smaller before disappearing down the wooden steps.
"Persuasive indeed."
Oh my gentle Jesus! What on Earth? Yah, so PLEASE don't kill me I left clues in the last chapter, for all my smarties that caught on. I hope this wasn't too BIG of a surprise, hehehe…
So kinda steamy but not really. I really don't want to drive this train directly into Smutsville… So i think I'll just go around it for this fic :)
I own jack shit, except of Takeshi-san (He's all mine, can you tell he's good looking?) I couldn't help it! Anyway this is CERTAINLY the most information I've pumped forth to date- hope I didn't lose any of you guys XD
As always, I want to thank each and everyone of you guys! You all make me think I'm not completely wasting my time!
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As always… I thoroughly hope you enjoyed your show! Until next time... (Curtains Close)
