A/N: now hold your horses. This is NOT the end of this story. As I have mentioned in the very first chapter, this story will not have an ending, as long as I still have the urge to write about these two lovely boys who are deeply in love (yes they do, not even the original author could say that they don't) with each other. Okay, let me stop my rant here before I bore you out without even reading the story. Please enjoy! :)

Disclaimer: Ms Asano Atsuko still owns NO.6, not me (yet).

5. The End of

Shion was lying down on his bed, unmoving, while staring blankly at the ceiling—like he always did whenever it was raining. He felt most depressed on days like this, when the sky was dark and the rain was pouring heavily, as if mirroring how his heart would look like.

The reason was obvious: it unfailingly reminded him of his twelfth birthday, and he wasn't sure he liked it. That day had been a wonderful day for him—he had met the person who had later on became one of a significant importance to him. Nevertheless, it had also been a painful reminder of how he had lost him once again, and how he had been living a make-happy life, where he appear to be smiling outside—even to his mother, to assure her that he was happy to be back living together with her, and it wasn't an entirely fake emotion, really—even though inside, he felt like ditching what he had right now and run after that stupid pony-tailed idiot.

At times he felt so pathetic that he would end up throwing silent, one-sided tantrum towards the grey-eyed boy, in his defense that hey, I wouldn't be this pathetic if he hadn't left.

Sighing, he straightened up and sat at the edge of his fluffy bed. He lied here once. I was pinned onto this bed by him, once. If that hadn't been a spoon, I would've died on this bed, that night.

Raking a hand through his snow white hair, he stood up and walked down the stairs towards the lower portion of his bedroom. He felt like screaming.

So he did that. He pressed the button on the wall to open the glass window, and rainwater came showering into his room. He didn't give a damn.

Stepping out to the balcony, he gripped at the railing and breathed hard, the downpour making it hard to keep his eyes opened. He inhaled deeply, and let out a loud yell, louder than the first time he yelled on that very balcony six years ago.

This wasn't the first time he yelled his lungs out within the two empty years. Oh, he had done it numerous times. And every time he did it, he had a hope: that a certain boy would appear outside his window. He didn't care if the boy might be injured, he would mend him up like he had done it the last time. What mattered was that he was here.

He would stand there, unmoving—waiting—under the stormy sky, every single time it rained like this. Every time, he would wait for hours, even, until the rain subsided, and with heavy, clenched heart, he would turn around and go back into his room, taking a hot shower to snap his brain out to reality: that he wasn't here.

Interestingly, though, this time, he could've sworn he heard something from below the balcony. He almost missed it, under the roaring thunder and the deafening monsoon, but he picked up a sound, so soft, but it sounded so loud—a sound he couldn't ever forget—in his ears.

Heh.

He heard a faint laugh beyond the railing in front of him. Instinctively—hurriedly—he leaned over the railing, and at the sight that greeted him, without a second thought, without even considering his safety, he hurdled over the metal bar, to what had anxiously awaited him down there.

A/N: I didn't even plan to write this out one hour ago and here it is. I guess it's still angsty, huh? Sorry! The next chapter, or the next next one won't!

By the way I took bits of the second-last paragraph from the novel. Just to let you know. [insert mysterious smirk here]

To be honest I had quite some fun coming up with the title. The full title would be 'The End of …' and I'm pretty sure you guys would be able to fill in the blanks for yourselves after reading the chapter, or please write your guess in the review? I'd love to see what comes up in your mind, if it's the same as or different to what I originally thought of :)

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