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Limpid hair.
Ashen eyes.
Honest confessions.
Clear, blue skies.
Fated destiny.
Broken walls.
Worlds converge.
Clarity befalls.
Open doors.
Easy pace.
Bleeding passion.
A warm embrace.
Regular citizen.
Cool wanderer.
"You're finally here!"
"...You're still a blunder."
Steps approaching.
Feet firmly grounded.
Reenacting memories,
Flower promptly responded.
"Don't move."
"I'll treat you."
Loud laughs bubbling.
Soft smiles.
Bold looks.
Duo hearts tumbling.
Scarf drops.
Beckoning stance.
"My liege.
Let us prance."
Wordless.
Unspoken.
Hand in hand,
Silence broken
By leather boots.
Small shoes.
Dancing around.
Nothing to lose.
Five steps right.
Now a big turn.
One, Two, Three.
Still trying to learn.
Humming a melody.
Eyes locked in daze.
Red meeting grey.
Open, bare; unfazed.
Stew,
Cherry cake.
Karan enters kindly.
"Mom."
"Ma'am."
She stares absentmindedly.
"Nezumi-san."
Embarrass.
"We were waiting."
Rat nervous.
Pinned.
Immobilized.
Under her gaze,
Scrutinized.
Next moment,
She smiles.
"Be alone but,
Don't go too wild."
Living people.
Shion's mother.
"Raging hormones...
Oh, I won't bother."
Exiting quickly,
Couldn't help but utter,
"Thank-you."
Softly,
Barely in a mutter.
Realizing quickly now,
How close they were.
"Your m-mama will kill me."
Did the rat just stutter?
"She's grateful. As am I."
They both pulled apart.
"I'm glad you came back."
Heavy words to my heart.
Feelings over reason,
Keep it all in.
A key to survival-
Never mind, I've fallen.
"You look thin."
"You look deranged."
"Huh? How so??"
Conflict engaged
For the rest
Of the night.
Silly chatters
Lame fights.
"How's Hamlet?"
"How's Cravat?"
"I've grown taller!"
"Oh, must you fret!"
Sly smirks.
Open delights.
Sobered up,
Recalling plights.
"I thought we'd never meet."
Sad eyes gleaming.
Your words sound scary
Like dying souls screaming.
"It's a miracle you're here.
How did you find the way?"
Here's where I belong.
As if I can go astray.
"Sleep, you idiot."
Trying to stifle a yawn.
"Good night, Nezumi."
"Sweet dreams, Shion."
Come morning.
Double teens.
Bright room.
Sight unseen.
Softly breathing.
Sharing body heat.
Unguarded, unpretentious
In a heartbeat.
Countless times.
Shifted around.
Single bed.
Space unbound.
But instincts triumphed,
And limbs tangled.
Chests picked sync.
Breathing came strangled.
An arm under white.
A head under chin.
Throats echoing snores.
Cue sunshine glint.
"Shion."
"Hm?"
"Are you awake?"
Get off me.
"Nezumi."
"Hm?"
"Please stay."
Don't leave me.
Grace arose.
Stretched his arms.
Tied his hair.
Unhurried, total calm.
"I came to visit."
Feigning nonchalance.
The other boy sat up,
Disrupting his balance.
Grabbing him.
Holding him.
Too far, he's delved.
"I'm powerless.
I'm weak!
Can't survive myself.
I'm a little chick
Out of the nest.
I can hide safely.
I know what's best!
But when I use my judgement;
When I use my brain,
I only see dark.
I think I'll go insane!"
"You're delusional.
Uncanny, unorthodox."
Nezumi turned to him.
"The little chick to my fox."
Out came a blanket.
Over their heads.
Flower held it tight,
"Let's play safe.
Let's play dead."
"You aren't thinking."
A voice warned him low.
A hand pushed him back.
"But I'll let you know
My pride.
My heart.
My mind.
My guard.
Upon you, I bestow.
For in days, today, tomorrow.
My shadow will follow.
The bitterness, I'll swallow.
No despair shall wallow."
Eyes lowered.
Lips brush.
Skin breaks
In a blush.
We had met that night
In memory; in fantasy.
A rodent with damaged goods.
A rich kid on ecstasy.
When bounds became shackles.
When my life was split in two.
When burdens became unbearable,
"I'm glad to have met you."
Spoken longings.
Consensual sighs.
Years and years after,
Reconnected ties.
"September, the 7th."
"Yes, we met today!"
Don't look at me like that
"...Idiot. Your birthday.
What will his Majesty
Desire as a gift?"
"It's right before me.
If you stay here and don't drift."
There's a certain emotion
In-between love and hate.
"Let's go downstairs."
I call it fate.
Bakery upgraded.
Privileges returned.
Satisfied living.
Reunion has come.
Kitchen space.
Stove alit.
Cakes and buns.
Lunch in a bit.
Enter with drama.
Forever, it may be.
"Happy birthday, Shion."
"Welcome home, Nezumi."