HI. I'm actually trying to write something multi-chaptered!

I started this a loooong time ago (about five months ago) and started working on it again because it makes great practice.

I'm not sure how in character they are, but I did my best! I hope this one is worth the read,

and DISCLAIMER: I do not own No.6 at all.

xoxoxo

-ashley

xoxoxoxo

There was silence as a storm rolled over a city.

A man was walking through the streets and his boots began to slosh under the wet rubble and cracked pavement as the rain poured with such intensity, it began to hurt.

He tugged his black hood over his head as he narrowed his eyes, gritting his teeth. He had enough of the world today, and no amount of music could remedy the amount of anger he had for his surroundings.

Cars sped past him, splashing filthy sewage bound rainwater on his pant legs and the occasional insult was passed his way from the passengers of said vehicles.

"HEY FUCKER, GET OUT OF THE ROAD."

The man looked up in time to see a middle finger fly by his face quicker than he could grab it. With the press of the gas pedal, the old rusted, broken, dark red mustang swerved and sped off, turning a sharp corner in the process.

The man's eyes stared boredly in that direction half lidded as he bit his lip and inhaled.

Then he exhaled.

He had to turn around and keep walking, and as he did, his messenger bag stuck to his side.

It was time for rehearsal.

A group of people sat in a dark brown apartment, wallpaperless from their lack of care, and all of the items in said apartment were covered in dust.
The man walked in and coughed in his hand before locking eyes with his bandmates, sharing an unspoken agreement as he dropped his bag to the wooden floor, and saying "We have work to do."

There was an incoherent mumble from all of the members of the band, and they all nodded and got up to prepare their instruments for tonight's set.

"Do you know where the rest of my strings are?"

"In my bag."

"What's our setlist?"

"Also in my bag."

The man stood, scratching his head in annoyance as everyone seemed to panic over things he had already taken care of, and he leaned against one of the brick walls before staring past the fire escape to the sidewalk below.

It was a grey afternoon, and the inhabitants of this side of town had the worst skills with being civil. It was no surprise that the one car parked correctly was broken down, and even more of an obvious cue that it came from elsewhere, was the fact that the owner was frantically trying to fix it.

The atmosphere was filled with enough unease to cut, and the man thought this from what was at least 60 to 70 feet away from the person below.

Rain or no rain; this part of the city was no good place to be, and just to pay rent, the man had resorted to following his dreams at last. It was the cheapest way to them, but he had one soggy, mud covered, worn boot in the door.

He punched the wall and crushed something under his fist before wincing in pain, and wiping the remains on his coat.

The roach infestation pissed him off, but it was the West Block.

Everyone had to deal with it.
-

"Shion!" A girl with short brown hair had run across the campus yard under her white, knitted coat.
She held it over her head to protect herself from the rain, and her eyes widened as she stared at the brunnette in front of her, whom was without an umbrella, himself.

"Afternoon, Safu," he smiled, and her facial expression changed from shock to anger as droplets of water slid down his bangs.

"You'll get a cold!" She shouted at him, trying to cover his head with her coat, but Shion backed away, pushing her arm from him.

"I love the rain!" He said cheerfully as he held out his arms, smiling at the sky.

His white collared shirt was already drenched and he held his black cardigan over his shoulder as he spun around in it, laughing.

Safu turned a faint pink as her gaze softened, but she retreated from any warm feelings as she scolded "SHION, you really need to be more responsible with yourself!"

He turned around to look at her from over his shoulder. He held a tight grin on his face with a child-like innocence unmatched by anything she'd seen at the university.

Safu held in a breath, attempting to glare, but couldn't as Shion only replied to her with "TONIGHT THERE'S GOING TO BE A STORM!"

"THEN AT LEAST TRY GETTING SOMEWHERE SHELTERED," Safu said, from under her coat. They both jumped when a crack sounded through the sky and they looked up to see muffled bolts of lightning from within the dark clouds.

The sun was setting fast and Safu was alarmed as she began running towards her car.

Shion had closed his eyes to embrace the storm yet again when suddenly, Safu's angry voice rung through the air from feet away.

"SHION!"

"Right...," Shion started running towards his own car as he waved goodbye to her, happily taking in the atmosphere of the world as the hour passed, and sunset had begun.

He could tell by how dark the sky was getting that the afternoon was over. A light came on when Shion put the key in his ignition, but he, not being too educated on cars, only blinked.

"I'll have to ask Yasu about this when I get home," he said to himself, before backing out.

It was a silent drive out of the university parking lot, and over highways and intersections, the car had seemed to be going about it's routine without an issue.

The day before, Shion had recalled breaking down during his guilty pleasure of driving through the rest of the city when he could have just driven a few streets over, only because he wanted to see everything that was to be seen.

He had grown up in a more rural household with his single parent, Karan, and all of his life, the only things he'd been familiar with were special courses for his astounding knowledge and the amount of sugar needed to make the perfect crepes.

Karan was a leniant parent, but Shion had never found anything to test her leniacy. He had never really been given the chance to break her trust, so without anything to compare himself to, Shion had become this overall good person, whose morals went unwavered, only because he didn't know how to be immoral, or that he unknowingly sheltered himself.

He was educated in many great things that exposed him to the world with a variety of interesting pasttimes he could have discovered on his own,easily, but something inside him didn't care to step outside of the lines until he moved to this city.

The bright glittering lights from his place on the bus the night he arrived were so romantic to him.
The way the sky was always lit with something colorful had taken his breath away, and even the overpopulation of people had taken a soft spot in his heart, and as he made his way to his new apartment, Shion realized that he was in love with his new life.

He couldn't keep his eyes off of the skyline, and regardless of how many people he bumped into, or the one death threat he should have taken more seriously, he just knew from the inside out that this was where he belonged.

Shion had lost himself in a train of thought as he crossed the street in his car, before turning left. It would only be a few more blocks until he reached his destination, and he sadly noted this as he tried to soak in the view of his new home, covered in rain.

It was too much for him to handle.

A hooded man walking on the sidewalks outside kept his head turned down and he shoulders were rigid. Shion saw him, and, intrigued by his dark clothes, couldn't help watching where he was going.

The man was walking over sidewalks, passed parked cars, through crowds of people, and he disappeared behind a building, and into an alleyway.

Being a wise judge of character, Shion stopped being curious. He was aware of what went on in alleyways and didn't want to test his morality by trying to find out first hand.

He had seen enough evidence on television and overheard it by his peers that this city had as much drug use as it did educational facilities.

Not being familiar with what kinds of drugs there were, Shion knew only that they were created as a self induced hallucinagen, and wanted no part of it for the sake of his degree. He knew that people became addicted enough to be driven mad, and that here, murder was common.

Taking his keys from the ignition, Shion had sighed, questioning why people resorted to that kind of thing when they could just settle their differences with good communication.

After all, communication was the key to understanding, and what problem couldn't be solved with a little confronta- Shion slammed his door shut and frantically ran into the street, shouting "MOVE!"

The man in black didn't have time to turn as Shion tackled him into a bench, and just inches from where they were standing, a huge bus passed, at what looked to be over the legal speed limit.

People walking by had looked at the bus and then back at the two males, tangled in eachother before paying no mind, returning to their evening commutes.

The man pushed Shion away from him, but suddenly felt very guilty as he looked up to see Shion's face full of worry. He looked at the road in front of them in disbelief and pulled down his hood before saying "Thank you...,"

"Are you alright?" Shion asked. He looked at the man as he crawled towards him on his hands and knees, spotting a small cut on his face before standing up.

"I have medical equipment at home, I can disinfect that cut for you."

The man blinked and stared at Shion with a blank expression before concluding that he was serious and suddenly, he started laughing.
Shion looked to the ground becoming very red as he scratched his head, turning around.

He thought he had done the man a favor by saving his life and offering him a few bandaids, but apparently these things led to Shion being good use for a joke.
At his own expense.

Embarassed, he started to walk away, but then the man shouted "WAIT!"

Shion turned around to catch his silver eyes as he moved his bangs from his face, with his free hand extended.

"I'll take you up on that offer."

Shion's humiliation had turned to happiness, and he grabbed the man's hand (to his complete shock and speechless inability to make use of his situation) as he led him across the street.

The night progressed and only got darker as time passed. The storm only began to start again, and Shion was inviting a stranger into his new apartment in a city he had never lived in before.

How stupid.