"Shion...hang on...pull yourself together..."
Shion was sweaty, and having a hard time breathing.
Nezumi tightened his embrace to Shion. He's damn sick. And he's damn worried about him. And it was quite stressful to look after him.
He skipped his [duty] at Karan's bakery because of him. And he wasn't able to play hooky because of him. And he was unable to go back to the Western District to grab his things because of him.
"Sly kid. You probably just wanted attention," Nezumi stroked Shion's white hair, and caressed his face, which felt warmer than it used to be. "Your Highness, all you have to do is tell me, you know. I'll go on a date with you..."
Shion's eyes slowly opened, and gazed at Nezumi.
"N-Nezumi..."
"Shoot! You don't have to startle me like that!" Nezumi turned completely red, but nervously he placed his hands on both Shion's cheeks. "W-what do you want to e-eat? I'll g-go down and c-cook for you, then."
"I love you, Nezumi!"
Shion held Nezumi's hands, which were on his cheek.
"W-what are you saying, i-idiot! Is that food?" Nezumi shove his hands off and turned his head away in embarrassment At all costs, he must not know about the concern he has for him right now.
"I woke up without you beside me, Nezumi."
Shocked with what Shion just said, he faced him. "B-but I slept beside you throughout the night!" But he whispered, soft enough for Shion to hear, "I even embraced you as you sleep, too..."
"And when my mom told me to fix my hair, when my looked into the mirror my appearance was back to original..."
Nezumi pulled Shion towards him and guided him to a mirror on the wall. He touched Shion's chin, making him face his reflection. "See, your hair's not dark. And you have that pretty snake there."
"And the calendar was showing a date that was supposed to be months ago..."
Nezumi looked at the calendar on the wall and checked the date if it was correct. And it was. "Hey, look at that calendar. Well, it's right, isn't it?"
Shion slowly walked back to his bed and sat down on it. But Nezumi suddenly carried him just as a groom would to his bride, and brought him to the veranda.
The veranda where he first saw Shion.
Though they were at Lost Town, the fleeting memories of their first meeting at Chronos came flooding back. That veranda. "Your highness, the wall's destroyed. We made it," Nezumi stopped and supported Shion, who wanted to stand on his own. He grasped on Shion's hand, but still, it's impossible to be separated at this rate. Nothing can separate them.
"And a woman–"
Nezumi pulled Shion closer all of sudden, making their lips collide. He wrapped one arm around Shion's back and one hand held Shion's cheek, wanting to make the kiss deeper.
No one wanted to talk.
But both of them started to communicate with the kiss.
Nezumi knew all what Shion dreamt about. It was because he dreamt about the same thing that night.
It scared him.
He woke up on his bed with no one beside him. Not even Inukashi remembered anything about Shion. His past was coming back to him.
And Shion wasn't in that 'past' that he saw.
Their kiss became deeper, deeper, and deeper.
When the Shion he was looking for appeared in his dream, instead of feeling happiness at the sight of him, he felt anger.
Rage.
Infuriation.
Jealousy.
"Let go of him. He's mine."
"N-Nezumi?" Shion gazed at Nezumi's eyes as he broke the kiss. "W-what's wrong?"
"I...saw the same dream. But only you got sick. This dream ended at the part when we kissed. And after that, I woke up. That is when I pulled you closer last night," Nezumi blushed. "I didn't want it to go on. All that sh*t we've been through to remove that wall...I don't want to see you suffering anymore...I don't want to see that nightmare again...and..."
"And...what?" Shion caressed Nezumi's face, while Nezumi, in turn, held Shion's hands.
"I don't want to be separated from you again," Nezumi smiled. "So don't leave the bed if I'm not awake yet."
"Okay, Nezumi..." Shion pouted.
"I love you, Shion."
"I love you, Nezumi."
"Nezumi-san, is everything alright up there?" Karan's voice reached their ears.
"Yes, oba-chan," Nezumi shouted back as a reply, but Shion noticed something really off. "Since when did you start calling my mother 'oba-chan'? You usually call her 'Karan-san,' don't you?"
"Well, I'm a part of your family now," Nezumi chuckled, and embraced Shion once again.
The wind continues to blow as their story continues...
*END*
Author's Note:
I can't believe it took half a day for me to write this story. I only finished watching No. 6 yesterday, and I was able to read a lot of doujinshi about this as well as fan fiction but I have yet to read the light novel itself.
I dreamt about this yesterday, and I can't afford to let it ride along the wind without me typing it onto my cellphone (I just emailed it to myself and then uploaded it using a computer).
I think it lacks fluff, but you can tell me what you think.
But I think this would do.
~Kairu
