burningdarkfire: (no. 6)
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Title: Forgive Me 
Series: No. 6
Pairings: Nezumi/Shion 
Rating: PG
Length: 500 words; oneshot


Nezumi used to wonder what it would take to break Shion. To take all the innocence away, to harden all the soft smiles to wary looks. To truly make him a residence of the West Block. He sometimes used to hope, in moments of annoyance, that whatever it was, it would happen soon, because he couldn't keep on looking after Shion forever.

Now he knows, and he's never regretted his thoughts so much. He slips into their home, footsteps making no sound as he walks around the stacks of books that he knows by heart. The room is cold, dark, silent, and for a fleeting moment he remembers warm soup and flickering candlelight and the hum of onetwothree before he chokes back the memories and continues to look for Shion.

Get rid of those thoughts. They're dangerous. Throw away unnecessary things. Focus on your survival.

Nezumi held back a bitter laugh. When had he become so bad at following his own advice? How had he let it come this far?

Your claws aren't so sharp anymore, Nezumi! You've gone soft. The one with something to protect always loses.

Nezumi's lips twist into a bitter smile. He has always hated losing.

He turns the corner around the last bookshelf, to their little living area, a couch and bed and mirror tucked away in a room full of books, a room full of delusional stories.

Shion is sitting by himself in the dark, turning something over in his hands. Nezumi recognizes his knife, his constant companion in the busy streets of the West Block. It was something he had always forbidden Shion from touching, for fear the airhead would only hurt himself.

"Nezumi," Shion whispers. "You never told me your real name."

Nezumi watches as Shion takes a deep breath with his eyes closed. When he opens them again, they're a burning red, hard and distant, and Nezumi wants to scream and yell and this never should have happened, okay?

He drops to his knees in front of Shion. "I'm sorry," Nezumi says, and there's a catch in his throat that he can't identify. "I'm sorry," he repeats, and he doesn't realize he's crying.

He reaches out for Shion as Shion stands in a rustle of cloth.

"I'll avenge your death, Nezumi," Shion vows, and walks right through him.

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A/N - I finally wrote a No. 6 fic .. and it's angsty ^^; Comments, critiques are welcome.

Date: 2011-08-11 07:35 (UTC)
From: [identity profile] rurin.livejournal.com
Oh... oh. You totally caught me off-guard with the last paragraph. -sobs-

I loved how you used the quotes! Even more regarding the fact that things like focus on your own survival and footsteps making no sound as he walks leaves some kind of bitter scent as soon as the reader understands.

Date: 2011-08-13 05:59 (UTC)
From: [identity profile] darkfireburning.livejournal.com
Thank you! I'm glad you liked the little bits of foreshadowing :3

/hands tissues

Date: 2011-08-11 13:06 (UTC)
ext_55504: (No. 6 // moe face)
From: [identity profile] yumemiya.livejournal.com
STOP BREAKING MY HEART.

Seriously, I can't take all this angst. It's so terribly beautiful and so wonderfully sad. And I love it.

GOD, WHAT IS THIS SERIES DOING TO ME?

Date: 2011-08-13 06:06 (UTC)
From: [identity profile] darkfireburning.livejournal.com
HERE, HAVE SOME DUCT TAPE. DUCT TAPE FIXES EVERYTHING =D

Thank you! <3

Date: 2011-08-12 02:56 (UTC)
From: [identity profile] chalkpowder.livejournal.com
ahnsdnfm the end hit me so hard ;__; it made me shiver.

Date: 2011-08-13 06:07 (UTC)
From: [identity profile] darkfireburning.livejournal.com
Haha, I'm flattered it got such a response! Thank you <3

Date: 2011-08-12 03:53 (UTC)
From: [identity profile] kyogres.livejournal.com
Wow, I did not see that last line coming at all. Kudos to you.

I really wish LJ had a +fav feature...

Date: 2011-08-13 06:08 (UTC)
From: [identity profile] darkfireburning.livejournal.com
Thank you! <3

Yeah, that would be nice - hopefully someday?

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