Geez! I am back with the last part of this short sad story. Personally I think I am going to have to fix the ending. but... C'est la vie. Anyways, hope you like it... this is depressing and mad me cry at parts. will be re editing this cause i want to change bits, but please PLEASE review. I would love to know what you all think.
DISCLAIMER: I DONT OWN NO. 6ON WITH THE SHOW!
"Alright! That's it for today! Well done everyone, well done!" The director yelled in the backroom to the staff. I said not a words as I pulled on my shirt and jacket before going to leave. We had just finished the last play of the night, this week was Shakespeare's Romeo and Juliet. An old story that still has some truth to today, a sad tale of love between two fighting households. AS I turned to go out the exit I heard a voice calling me back, "Eve!" I looked over my shoulder to find the director wading through the sea of people towards me. I put on a fake smile and turned to him, "yes director?"
He held out a small manila envelope to me "You almost forgot your paycheck, you wouldn't want to forget that." The director smiled back at me as I took the small package, I had actually forgotten to get it. Was I really wanting to go home and see him THAT bad?
"oh, thank you. I swear, I would forget my head if it wasn't attached." Nezumi said with a fake laugh, though no one really noticed much. It goes the same as always: get dressed, rehearse, dress down, and leave. A completely mundane routine, yet one that cannot be avoided.
"Well, go home and get some rest. You deserve it." With that he left, money in hand, for the outskirts of the West district.
As Nezumi waded his way through that throngs of people he found himself wondering what Sion was doing. Maybe reading Hamlet aloud to the mice, or unnecessarily cleaning the place. Even though it will be dirty when they wake in the morning. Nezumi chuckled to himself as he thought about walking in to Sion doing such things. Nezumi really wouldn't put it past the air head. As he got closer he started getting angrier, not at anyone in particular but himself. He was always so distracted by the thoughts of the whitette, even at work. Worrying about such mundane things as if he was really seriously attached to him. 'I am not.' Nezumi kept repeating this to himself as he walked through the door.
Nezumi quickly took in the scene in front of him before closing the door quietly. Sion was standing by the pot of, what was assumed soup, and reciting lines from one of Shakespeare's many plays to the mice….The tragedy of Romeo and Juliet. 'How Ironic…' Nezumi thought as he closed the door. "Welcome home, Nezumi." Sion's warm voice called, when he heard the door close. Nezumi was inwardly astounded on how quickly Sion had turned to greet him.
'Why do you call me with such a kind voice? Don't.' Nezumi took off his jacket and scarf before sitting on the couch. He didn't say anything because he couldn't think of anything to say. What could he even say right now? His emotions were in turmoil and could do nothing to quell it. He hated how his heart would try to jump out of his chest every time Sion was with him or if there was even a small wayward thought of him.
"Dinner will be ready in a minute." Sion said as he poured two bowls. After finding two spoons Sion put a bowl on the table in front of Nezumi. He sat to the right of him with his own dinner and began to eat. Nezumi waited a second before picking up his bowl and also eating. It was good, as was everything Sion made, but Nezumi couldn't bring himself to say anything. He was afraid if he opened his mouth that everything that was spinning and jumbling up inside of him would spill out. So he sat there next to the boy without a word, until Sion spoke that is. "Did anything happen today?"
Damn, Nezumi thought to himself. ""not really. Why does his Majesty care?" Nezumi mentally slapped himself for not for just what he said, but how it was said. It was cold and mean, though Sion did nothing purposefully to him. The rat glanced over at Sion, but only for a second, for the hurt and pain that he saw in the boy's eyes stung greatly.
"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 spoke as if trying hide the pain, and Nezumi could tell. Part of him was hurt that he could ever do something to his angel and the other was anger at himself for doing so. Sion's voice called to him softly, "please Nezumi, tell me what is wrong."
"…what's wrong?" Nezumi struggled to keep his voice from breaking, all the turmoil finally finding a way to surface. Did Sion really not know how he flipped his world upside down and backwards? Sion didn't know a thing about how much he had changed Nezumi with his kind smile. Nezumi dwelled on this, calling himself 'weak' and 'trash' for letting it mess with him so. "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 was hurting mentally from all of this. Sion, I'm sorry. I don't mean any of this. Please understand! Angry at himself more, He threw himself from the couch they were sitting on and strode over to the shelves to grab Macbeth. It always seemed to calm him when he was overly emotional. Just as he reached for the book Sion's small hand grasped his shirt.
"No!" Sion said angrily, "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?!" Nezumi was startled, Sion usually let these things go and did whatever he thought to do. In a way Nezumi supposed he was happy Sion was prying his heart open. Yet prying into someone was still considered prying.
"You will never get it!"
"Do you not trust me anymore Nezumi?" Sion's voice was small and sad as he questioned the older. "I am always here, but you never confide in me. We are always yelling… Why can't we go back?" The hand holding Nezumi's shirt visibly shaking and Nezumi could feel it. Could feel Sion's fear. Nezumi was getting more and more angry at himself for this. How could he keep doing this to Sion? Nezumi assured himself that he would be going to the lowest levels of hell for this, if not for all he has done before him.
As Nezumi thought he roughly pulled away from the trembling boy. I'm sorry Sion, I don't mean this. I- I just am not good for you. "Why are you so annoying?! If you don't like being here then go! Geez…. I'm going to bed." He went and curled up on the bed, his back facing the younger boy as he mentally beat himself up for taking out his feelings on Sion. It wasn't Sion's fault he couldn't face his feelings, it was only his own.
Right then Nezumi promised to himself, Sion and his god herself that he would sort out his feelings tonight and tell Sion in the morning. Yes, that was his plan.
Was.
Nezumi stirred, eventually opening his eyes and pulling himself out of bed. Today was the day, the day he would finally tell Sion how he felt and how sorry he was. Drowsily Nezumi rubbed his eyes and looked over to the couch for Sion's sleeping face only to find a empty couch. That was odd. He looked about the room for any sign of the white haired teen. The fire was still going strong and the mice were asleep on the couch where Sion should be. Nezumi checked every inch of their home in search of the boy. He finally came to the conclusion that Sion had probably left for some god forsaken reason. Nezumi hurried to the door and grabbed his coat only pausing for a second before quickening his pace. Sion's coat lingered on the hook, which means he was out there in the snow without it. "Shit," Nezumi cursed under his breath as he pulled on his boots and ran out the door.
The storm outside raged, making everything a blinding white and nearly impossible to see. How was he going to find Sion in this weather? Nezumi pulled his scarf tighter around himself as he trudged through the snow, cursing about how Sion could even think to go out in this.
After a mile or so Nezumi caught the faint scent of blood, something he had grown familiar to. Yet this, this was different… Something was terribly wrong. Within a few footsteps Nezumi could see a faint red in the storm, as he got closer he realized the source of the stain. "Sion!" Sion's eyes were staring blankly out at the snow towards him. For a second he smiled at Nezumi, then slowly closed his eyes.
"I love you, Nezumi."
Nezumi rushed to Sion's side as fast as he could, holding back tears as he examined the damage on the younger's body. Sion was as pale as the snow, his arms were covered in jagged deep cuts that were still seeping out blood and a constant pace. "Sion?" Nezumi called to him, lightly shaking his shoulder. "Sion? Sion!" Nezumi tried to wake him, but Sion didn't move a muscle. It must be the cold, I have to get him back to the house. With that thought in mind Nezumi picked up the boy and marched his way back to their house.
"Please be okay. Please God, let him live."
When they got back Nezumi laid Sion on the bed and rushed for Sion's medical supplies, not caring about soaking the linens in blood. He could hear Sion scolding him in his mind about how he should really care for his stuff more. Nezumi pulled out the bandages and began fixing his wounds as he thought on how Sion had done this for him.
Nezumi patted his newly sewn wound, "Your not half bad. Are you studying to be a doctor?" Sion shook his head and he carefully placed everything back in the medical kit.
"No, I don't really care much for being a doctor." The boy's voice sounded almost void of emotion before he looked up and smiled at Nezumi. Nezumi jumped back slightly at this, wonder what exactly was with this kid. "Hey, what was your name?"
"Does it matter?" Nezumi answered as he looked about the room. Sion stood and put the kit away before pulling out a cloth and handing it to Nezumi, telling him he could wear it before he went to lay on the bed. Nezumi did as suggested and put the clothes on, happy that it was at least dry. Nezumi collapsed next to the brunette and let a sleepy sigh escape, "Nezumi."
"What?"
"My name is Nezumi."
Sion smiled at the half asleep face of the boy next to him, "really? That doesn't seem to fit you at all."
Nezumi put the kit at side of the bed and knelt down beside Sion. He lightly held the boy's hand as he took in a shaky breath. It was his fault. His fault Sion was like this, if had hadn't fought with him. If only….
Nezumi kept a light hand on Sion's chest, feeling the rise and fall. Slight be it, it still calmed Nezumi slightly knowing that he was still some what alive. Nezumi felt the tears start to sting his eyes as he thought of Sion's sleeping face. He then wished for the times before these fights.
Nezumi looked down at the sleeping boy gripping his shirt and smiled. He feigned sleep each night until Sion actually fell asleep. Nezumi loved to look at his peaceful face when he slept. Though whenever Sion would wake up and ask, he would deny it all.
Nezumi looked over every rise and fall of Sion's soft, pale face. It was beautiful, no matter what anyone says. Sion was the most wonderful thing to him; he was Nezumi's one weakness.
Nezumi brushed the strands of hair away from the younger's face, revealing the red scar slithering about from his cheek down. He smiled remembering what he told Sion when it first happened. He did find it different, found it attractive. "Goodnight, Sion." The dark haired teen kissed Sion's cheek softly before closing his eyes and drifting to sleep. Not at all wanting to think about the morning and having to part from this angel in his arms.
Tears were streaming down his face as he let his fear and sadness out. Nezumi was scared of losing the one thing that meant something to him. Sion had changed his entire world, without him life would be meaningless. If Sion died then there was nothing left for him. Nezumi buried his hands in his pockets, shocked to hear a crinkle of paper. He quickly pulled out the small piece of paper and unfolded it to find a note Sion wrote him., most likely before leaving.
Nezumi,
Have a good day at the theater. I'm sorry I have to leave real early to wash the dogs today and I don't think I will be back for a while. Thank you.
Goodbye,
Sion
Dear God! Nezumi clutched the small paper in his fist and another wave of tears started. Did someone up there like to fuck with him?!
Just then Nezumi noticed the absence of sound. He couldn't hear Sion's breaths anymore. The teen jumped to his side in a heart beat, checking for breathing and heart beat. None. "Sion! Please…Stay with me! I can't be alone again! Sion…please!" Nezumi franticly tried to resituate the white haired boy.
After a half an hour Nezumi stopped, there was no used in it anymore, no more tears as he sat there. It finally registered to him: Sion was gone. Never again will he curl up with him on the couch, or share the same bed. Nevermore will he feel his touch or his warmth. It was all gone, disappearing into oblivion. His precious Sion.
Nezumi quietly searched the rooms for what he had kept for years. When he finds it, he finalized, he will end all of it. All this hate, cruelty and sadness. He couldn't take it, he wanted to be with Sion. Though he knows he could never be with him. That is his punishment.
He finally finds what he is looking for and with it in hand sits on the edge of the bed with Sion. He looks over the boy one last time and smiles. Even in death he is the most beautiful thing.
Nezumi places the gun to his temple, the metal is cold and stings against his skin but his eyes remain on the boy next to him. "I love you too, Sion." Before he pulls the trigger his mind wanders back to the quote Sion had said last night, it was Romeo and Juliet wasn't it? How…how ironic…
-Click-
yes, that was a gun. I didn't want to actually say it but it was and i think i should redo that part and such. but yeah... I hope you liked it, at least somewhat. If yu want any tweaks done to it please tell me.
Many Fangs,
~DV