Hello everyone!
Riika's back and you know what that means? Another chapter's out, yay!
So I meant to get this up for you guys yesterday, I really did. But I've been sick for a few days and just couldn't do anything.
But I'm getting better! Kinda. Not really.
But I was determined to get something up for you guys like I promised I would so here it is. This chapter is kinda short, but the next one will be longer.
Disclaimer:: I do not own No. 6! If I did, would I really be here writing this?
"Damn," he cursed quietly as the empty metal tray clattered to the floor. He picked it up and set it back on the counter again. So much for leaving quietly, he thought as he pushed the open the door. He was met with a gust of cool night air. He closed the door as silently as he could before taking off.
It didn't take him long to reach the park. It had been pretty beat up after what had happened, but he had been sure to rebuild it and the rest of the city to a new glory that could be appreciated with different and open views. That's what he had wanted to do by taking down the wall. And that's what he hoped he had accomplished. It seemed like he had, but he couldn't be sure.
He slid onto a swing and gently kicked his foot off the ground, sending him back ever so slightly and then forward again. He kept that slow but steady pace as he lost himself to his thoughts.
I wonder how Nezumi's doing. I hope he's okay. Probably. It is Nezumi after all. He's perfectly capable of taking care of himself. Maybe I'm just worried too much. Yeah, that's it. He decided. He was worried and he could admit that openly. He knew it. He'd been worried about the ravenette for so long it had become just a natural feeling to him. But what had changed that all of a sudden? He wasn't sure.
Scratch that, yes he did. It was that dream. The one that I thought wasn't a dream at first. Right, that dream. He let out a sigh. He could still see it as clear as day; Nezumi lounging on the bed with his book. He could hear the three robotic mice running around. He could feel the rough, worn out fabric of the couch. He could smell the dust and distinct old book smell. It was so real he could almost taste it.
Is this really all I can think about? Am I really dwelling on the past like someone who's done nothing? Accomplished nothing in life? It's been years. What's wrong with me? He wondered silently. He couldn't understand why something as simple a dream was affecting him so much. He used to have dreams like that before. He couldn't recall them ever having this much effect on him, though.
He sighed again. "Maybe I'm just going crazy," he thought aloud.
The sound of metal clanging together and laughter reached him. That's..! He turned in a half circle to see if he'd heard right. There was nothing there. Somewhat disappointed, he settled on his swing again. He turned his crimson eyes skyward. "The moon's so bright tonight," he noted. The full moon above glittered with a surreal quality. It looked to him as if the crystals that sparkled on its surface were made of the tears of the lost and helpless. Are my tears from long ago a part of that sea? he wondered.
The wind picked up and ruffled his snowy hair. "Shion."
His attention instantly fell away from the celestial body and he glanced around again. "Nezumi?" he called into the darkness warily.
"Shion..." It echoed that time, though there was nothing for it to echo against.
"Who's there?" he called, more skeptical this time that the voice he heard was really Nezumi's.
A laugh was his only answer before it fell silent again.
The whitette let out a breath he hadn't realized he was holding and turned his gaze back to the midnight sky. "I must be crazy."
So what did you think? He does kinda seem a little crazy. BUT that's not the point!
Reviews are always welcome~
Riika's gonna go try and sleep the sickness away, nya~