Disclaimer: I don't own No. 6
"Hey, do your dogs look a bit… fuzzier today?" Sion murmured.
"What was that?" The dogkeeper called, watching him scrub the dogs from a few feet away.
"Eh? I don't know. Things look so fuzzy. Hey, where'd you go?" Sion looked around, trying to spot the dog keeper, but only seeing a deep haze.
"Hey! I'm right HERE!" The dogkeeper grabbed his collar and started right into his eyes. "I'm right HERE!" Sion chuckled uncomfortably. The dogkeeper was, indeed right there, in front of his face. The dogkeeper dropped him back onto the ground. "Hurry and clean them!"
"Mn!" Sion went back to work, feeling a bit unsettled. He pondered his dilemma, thinking it could possibly be from not sleeping as much as he used to. But Nezumi always made sure he went to sleep early. Maybe he was coming down with something. Sion sighed. Scrubbing the dogs was first priority right now. He'd worry about this later.
Sion managed to stumble in through the door. Today, he thought to himself, is the most tiresome day I've ever had. Throughout the day, the fuzziness had gotten worse. Everything was just a mix of colors. He kept crashing into things, unable to distinguish where everything was. Luckily, he knew the way back to Nezumi's house fairly well and made it there with minimal injuries. Sion crashed on the sofa and sighed. He wasn't up for doing anything right now and all he wanted to do was sleep.
"Oi! Sion!" Sion sat up quickly, crashing his head into Nezumi's chin. "HEY!" Nezumi growled. Sion looked around, a large frown.
"Nezumi? Why'd you turn off all the lights?" Nezumi cocked an eyebrow.
"What kind of joke is that?" There was a hint of amusement in his voice. Nezumi walked away to pick up some of the fallen books on the floor. "Start up dinner would you?" He left the near vicinity to shelve the books away despite Sion's protests.
Sion timidly swung his legs over and stood up slowly. He took small steps, trying to navigate around the pitch black room. He didn't seem to make it anywhere, crashing into something head first diligently.
"Hey, what are you doing?" Nezumi sighed, exasperated. "Can't you see that you're about the bump into something?" Sion froze on the spot and took a step back.
"N-nezumi? W-where are you?" Sion started shaking; his eyes wandered around, but couldn't find anything in the darkness. Relying on just the sound of his voice was definitely not getting him anywhere. The dark was starting to get to him.
"I'm right here." Nezumi took his hand. Things were just too strange. But at least, Nezumi was there. "What's wrong?" This didn't look like a prank. But, could something completely hilarious happen again? Oh, Nezumi already felt the itch to laugh creep up on him.
"I- I can't see anything." Nezumi couldn't take it anymore. He burst out laughing, falling to the floor while clutching his stomach. Sion blushed unhappily. "N-Nezumi?" The purple haired boy continued for a few minutes until he lay panting on the floor, tired from his little fit. Sion tried to glare at him, but failed miserably.
"Okay, okay. So what are you now? Blind?" Sion sat back on the couch, Nezumi walking over to sit next to him. They sat in silence; Sion trying to find some sort of reason for his predicament. The purple haired man sat there with him on the couch, but was thinking of other things. "I'll start dinner."
To Be Continued...