HELLO ALL! I have come to bother you with another weird story my mind has created. Again, yes a tragedy, but this pairing is like- in tumblr terms…. kjwbeidfvwierbfviwhbefdviubb 3e9urvnodjfbnwodkfijnb.

So when I got this story I had to write it down. I literally woke up in the middle of the night and had to write this. I don't know why I write sad stuff, I just do. Please tell me if I made a mistake anywhere this story has no beta so there is probably many mistakes in it. If so please pm me and I will fix it. Thanks ^ ^

Hope you all enjoy and please review, it makes me really happy : )

ON WITH THE SHOW!

The sun was setting on another day in the West block. Per usual Sion was making dinner in ready anticipation of his roommate from work. Sion dutifully tended to the stew in front of him, making sure it was just right. He didn't want to see that certain face on Nezumi, telling him without words he hadn't done something right. Again.

Winter had come in full swing now, the temperature was low and the snow was piled high. It was a surprise Sion could still get out to do work with how much snow would be piled up in front of the door way. Still he pushed his way through each morning, clearing the path for Nezumi later. Though Sion doubts he ever notices that.

He and Nezumi had been fighting for the last two and a half weeks, though he tries not to think of it. It hurts, so very much, to think of a life where Nezumi dislikes him or even leaves. With a heavy sigh he begins to recite to himself a bit of the stories that he has memorized of Nezumi's collection.

'That hand on which she leans, how I wish to be a glove upon that hand.' A white mouse squeaked on his shoulder breaking Sion's concentration, bringing him back to the soup. "Ah, do you like that story as well, ~~~~?" Sion chuckled, receiving another short noise in return. "Then I will have to read it for you-"

Sion's small conversation was cut short by the large clanking of the door unlocking and opening. He turned on his heel to look at the figure, automatically recognizing them. "Welcome home, Nezumi," Sion said with a warm smile on his face. The dark haired teen said nothing to him in return, only shrugging off his jacket and boots before sitting on the couch. Sion felt a slight pain in his chest, knowing there was something but not being able to do anything, still he continued with the usual mask of a smile. "Dinner will be ready in a minute," Sion stated as he dug out a bowl for Nezumi and himself.

Sion set the bowl in front of his roommate and sat beside him with his own, taking a big bite. He watched as Nezumi picked up his and also began to eat, still in silence. It continued that way until Sion couldn't take it anymore, "Did anything happen today?"

Nezumi didn't look up as he shrugged and continued to eat, "not really. Why does his Majesty care?"

Sion was shocked, and so very hurt, "because I am really very attracted to you. I want you to be happy more than I care for my own. I would do anything for that to happen, Nezumi." Sion made sure to keep his mask up and his voice even, he didn't want to show any emotion other than usual. He wouldn't show the pain his words caused in the open. Not to him. "please Nezumi, tell me what is wrong."

"…what's wrong?" Nezumi's usually calm face starts to contort in anger as he starts to raise his voice, "You don't understand. You are always so naïve, with a smile on your face and can't seem to learn."

"I can if you just-" Sion tried but Nezumi wouldn't hear of it.

"Just what? Just tell you what the problem is?" Nezumi spoke with a mock laugh as he continued, "You will never get it. You have lived in No.6 where everything as so perfect for you for so long, you would never understand me. So stop trying to dig deeper!" Nezumi threw himself off the couch with such force it slammed it against the wall with Sion still on it. The dark haired teen went off towards the bookshelves to find his favorite book and as usual say nothing for the rest of the day, but Sion would not allow it this time.

"No!" Sion rose of the couch and made his way over to Nezumi, "I will not stop trying to know more of you! What is so wrong about that? I will try my best to understand if you could just tell me! Why can't you tell me what is really happening?!"

"You will never get it!"

"Do you not trust me anymore Nezumi?" Sion's voice came softly as he kept his gazed at the raven haired teen in front of him, grasping Nezumi's sleeve lightly in his hand. "I am always here, but you never confide in me. We are always yelling… Why can't we go back?" Go back to what it used to be like together… I miss you Nezumi.

Nezumi yanked his shirt from him, "Why are you so annoying?! If you don't like being here then go! Geez…. I'm going to bed." With that he did as he said and went to bed, ending their fight with that and leaving Sion alone again. Sion's mind always tried to go to the positive of 'maybe he will be himself when he wakes up tomorrow' or that 'it was just a hard day at the theater', yet that cant only work for so long. His thoughts now wondering to the whys. Why did this change so much? Why does it hurt? Why is it like this?

Why was he even here?

He loved Nezumi. That's why. Yet this fight was the most internally damaging to the whitette. Would Nezumi really be happy if he was gone? Would it actually work? The more Sion thought about it the more he came to his resolve: He would disappear from Nezumi's life, forever.

Sion looked about the room for anything he would need that wouldn't inconvenience Nezumi. Putting what he could into his pant's pocket. Sion put a note in Nezumi's coat pocket as he left, neglecting his own. The cold already stinging his face as he stepped out into the snow. Seems it had started to snow again, one might say almost storming, but Sion didn't really care. It was so beautiful, so bright and endless. Sion smiled softly to himself as he walked into the storm. A minute or two later and he couldn't even see the house anymore. Everything was just white. Sion kept walking, he couldn't stay here. He needed to get farther away.

So Sion trudged trough to snow for the next half an hour, finally stopping at a tree he found. The snow burned and stung his skin as he sat down to catch his breath. Sion's thoughts wandered to Nezumi and wondering if the fire was still keeping the place warm for him, since Sion had opened the door and let some of the warmth out. He hoped that Nezumi was indeed warm and sleeping soundly. Sion's breathing started to even out and he found himself unwilling to move from this spot. This is good enough, he thought to himself as His hand reached into his pocket and searched around for the wanted object, though it was harder to do with his hand being numb. After a minute Sion found it and opened up the small pocket knife.

Sion took a deep breath as he positioned the blade and closed his eyes, dragging and pressing as he exhaled. He repeated this several times, reveling in the feeling as he stained the pure snow red. There was pain, yes, but it lessened with longer amounts of time, Sion reasoned with himself. Sion started loosing feeling in his legs and knew that it was going to end. So he turned his thoughts to those of the rat still lying in bed at home. His memories of him. Their laughter, their joy… his Nezumi.

Nezumi and Sion walked through the rubble on their way to town in their usual early morning groggy-ness. Sion observed Nezumi as he walked smoothly though, not faltering for a second. He really loved that about him. Everything Nezumi does is beautiful, it could be just sitting on the couch or even committing violence. He was just seemingly beautiful in every way.

"Don't fall behind," Nezumi called back. Sion snapped out of it, finding he was standing still, and ran back to Nezumi's side. Sion drawn to the person next to him more than anything or anyone. Nezumi grabbed Sion's hand in his, intertwining their fingers. Sion didn't stop him, instead he watched as a small smile graced Nezumi's features and smiled as well. "How do you feel about having soup tonight?" Nezumi asked.

"Sounds good."

Sion never wanted to be apart from this being beside him.

The feeling has left every part of his limbs now, even if he could he wouldn't move. He doesn't want to. Sion has was fighting to keep his eyes open, not knowing what he was hoping for. It isn't to come, all there is is endless, white. Sion can hear in Nezumi complaining in the back of his mind that he was making a mess of the white snow, that instead of this he should have just stayed with Inukashi. Sion shook his head, he didn't want to burden her with someone like himself. There was only one place he wanted to be and that place he will never see again.

Nezumi's arms wrapped around his waist pulling them close as he slept, keeping Sion close to him. Not that Sion really cared. Sion could tell the difference in scents around the place, but he loved them all, for they were Nezumi. He loved everything about him. Sion pressed his face into Nezumi's chest, which Sion will admit was very toned, and just breathed. He could hear the other teen's heartbeat and the air moving evenly in and out of his lungs. With the rhythmical sounds and smile Sion fell asleep hoping everyday he would be here with him.

Tears stung Sion's eyes as his breathing got ragged.

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He had less than a minute and it would be done with. Nezumi wouldn't have to worry about him anymore. Sion would do anything if it made him happy.

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As his heart galloped towards it's final beat he swore he saw Nezumi within the white snow.

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Sion closed his eyes and with a faint last breath said something he has been trying to say, "I love you, Nezumi."

END OF PART 1

Well that is the end of part one. Part two will be from Nezumi's point of view. Hopefully we can get a better read on the situation through that piece.

So as always, please review. Tell me what you thought. Was it bad? Was it good? Was it sad? Should I even think of continuing? Did I tug on your feels? Do you hate me now?

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I will see you next chapter,

DV