Shion crossed the small room and pulled open the window, inhaling deeply as the cool air hit his face and losing himself in the feeling of the tiny rain drops falling on his exposed skin. It was so nostalgic, this feeling. Images filled his mind reminding him of a night that had never slipped from his memory. Images of cherry cake, of a hand knit sweater, of piercing grey eyes.
He missed them, those eyes. There hadn't been a day when he hadn't. But even more he missed the person who possessed them. Nezumi. The boy who had been in his life for such a short amount of time and yet had played such a big part in it.
The cool knife that had been pressed against his neck too many times. The biting remarks that mocked his foolishness. The unfeeling look in the eyes which only seemed to gain emotion when they met with Shion's. The otherworldly beauty of that voice. The warmth as the two spelt side by side in the small bed. All of it now left Shion with an uncontrollable longing.
I wish I could see you again… Shion thought. I want to hear your voice again… I want to feel your arms around me again… I want to feel your lips on mine again…
But there was no point to dwelling on these thoughts. Nezumi would return when he was ready. The white haired boy knew that and he was fine with waiting, knowing that they would someday reunite.
Sighing contently, he pushed the window panes back together and returned to his bed which always seemed too big, where he drifted off to dreams where he and Nezumi were still together.
A/N: It seems like I always come up with Nezushi fanfics at times when I should probably be asleep... Anyway, here's a short little thing I just wrote on a whim. I've been reorganizing my No. 6 fan art folder so I'm kinda filled with angsty Nezushi feels right now... Hopefully this isn't terrible. And yeah, lazy summary is lazy.
No. 6 and its characters are created and by owned by Asano Atsuko and BONES. I own nothing but my imagination.