the rat.

[ratboyy]

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     The gunshot that rang out from somewhere not too far away did not phase Nezumi in the slightest. His hands found themselves shoved into his pockets, and although he was hesitant to obey orders from some random kid, he thought that it was potentially in his best interest, seeing as maybe the gangs weren’t as nonexistent as everyone he’d spoken to had claimed they were.

     Besides...he didn’t have the luxury of being reckless anymore.

     “Listen,” he said, his voice harmonizing with the squeak of boots on pavement, “do I look like the type to not be able to handle a couple of shitty gang members on my own?”

[ratboyy]

trainerhilly.

     Hilbert sighed. He hated his body sometimes; he hated how it never let him know when he was thirsty, until it was almost too late. The vampire pointed his yellow eyes down, towards Nezumi’s hands. They were quivering like brown leaves. Without a word, Hilbert placed his own hands over the human’s. 

     The message was clear: I’m sorry.

     As much as he regretted asking Nezumi for help, there was no denying the fact that he desperately needed it. (After all, he was nothing but skin and bones at this point.) And so, after giving the boy’s hands a tiny squeeze, Hilbert leaned down, swiped his razor-sharp tongue across Nezumi’s neck, and took a drink…

     Nezumi didn’t want Hilbert’s sympathy. He was simply doing this because the vampire needed it. No other reason. And the fact that Hilbert felt bad about it was almost frustrating.

     The street rat was tempted to pull his hands away as Hilbert’s closed over them. Don’t touch me, he wanted to say. Don’t feel bad about it. Just get it over with and go.

     And it seemed that that was exactly what Hilbert was going to do. Which was certainly fine with Nezumi. He’d put on a brave face, even if it felt increasingly weird that blood was rapidly draining from his body, and wait it out ‘til Hilbert had his fill. 

     Then, he could stumble on home, to wherever home was that evening. No big deal.

[ratboyy]

trainerhilly.

ratboyy ╭(♡･ㅂ･)و ̑̑

     Hilbert licked his lips. I promise it won’t hurt. Not one bit! His teeth, which glinted ominously beneath the dull street lights, hovered above Nezumi’s neck. But… are y’sure? About all this, and, well… everythin’ else?

     Stranger things had happened to Nezumi before. Probably. But, nonetheless, his hands shook noticeably as Hilbert’s breath ghosted across his pale neck. Sometimes, he wondered if he was too nice, even though he was hardly nice at all. “Yea, yea,” the street rat said, false bravado evident in his shaky voice. “Just...get it over with, before I change my mind.”

[ratboyy]

wfloribunda.

     The forest was the only place Kaze could find peace in this world. He felt isolated there, in a good way. The book spread on his lap poured endless information through his eyes, which grew and twisted and rooted into his mind. In fact, Kaze was so engrossed in his book of flowers that he didn’t even notice the scurrying and hampered feet that crunched through the forest, until–

     Thunk!

     There was a pain in his ankle, but everything faded–or rather, became static–when his eyes met the sight before him. Red burned his eyes and made them sting, and the scent of iron floated to his nose and told him to run. Instinctively, Kaze stood upright, and black spots ate away at his vision. This was all too familiar.

     But even so, Kaze slapped the memories out of his mind and refocused his eyes. He didn’t catch a word Nezumi said, but everything in him told him to help.

     With a glance at Nezumi’s shoulder, Kaze bit his lip and tore the hem of his dress off. Then, he carefully rolled Nezumi onto his back and tightly wrapped the cloth around his wound before sitting him up.

     “U-Um, a-are you okay?”

     Fear. There was so much fear. It permeated Nezumi’s brain, blocking out rational thought, and it told him to get up again, to run, run as far away as he could. He looked down at his ever-shaking hands, and squeezed them tightly into fists. He couldn’t run; he was weak.

     Why wasn’t he strong anymore?

     Why couldn’t he go down fighting?

     Suddenly, there were footsteps. The hunters had caught him. They were here to finish what they’d started. He was going to die.

     “S-Stop...d-don’t hurt me anymore...” he hiccuped, tears streaming down his face and mixing with the blood from his nose. “You fucking monsters... I didn’t even do anything wrong...!”

     The street rat flinched as fabric wrapped around his arm, over the gunshot wound that had been left there. His heart beat hard in his chest as gentle fingers sat him up, and his face screwed up with fear. 

     But then he realized; this person wasn’t trying to kill him. Theirs were not the actions of someone after his life. In fact, it seemed as though they were trying to help him.

     Kaze’s voice reached Nezumi’s ears. 

     Do I look okay to you? he snapped inwardly. But, “N-No,” was all he got out.

     He spilled nothing more. It occurred to him that this could be an act. 

     Quite suddenly, he scrambled back, away from Kaze, pressing his back against the nearest tree. What are you, an idiot? You can’t just trust people like that! 

     “I’m...fine.”

     Get away. Don’t hurt me anymore.

     I have to get back to Shion.

[kudous]

[ratboyy]

Nezushi requested by ginsengumi゜ﾟ･*☆

“Have you noticed, Nezumi? No matter how dark or blindingly bright it is, I’m never led astray. My eyes always find yours.”

[relatablepicturesofno6]

oh !

[hitouka]

no.6 » spring colors

[ratboyy]

wfloribunda

     Crunch. Crunch. Crunch.

     Breathing was getting harder. His head was spinning from blood loss. Panic had long set in, and Nezumi was running on pure adrenaline.

     You can’t die. You’ve got somebody who needs you. Come on, you have to keep running! Damn it!

     The sound of gunshots rang through the street rat’s skull, and his wound stung. He hadn’t heard footsteps aside from his own in a while, and he wondered if he’d lost his pursuers, but he had to keep running. He could not risk making a single mistake; it could mean losing his life.

     A twig snapped beneath his shoe, and he flinched before very suddenly turning a corner around a tree.

     However, Nezumi’s foot caught on something, or, more accurately, someone, there, and it sent him screaming and sprawling across the forest floor. He tried to move, he had to, but he’d lost too much blood now; he didn’t have the strength.

     That didn’t stop him from giving it a shot.

     Flailing and scrambling, Nezumi tried to get himself upright. His hands slipped on the damp leaves, his feet slid, and he only ended up back on his face.

     “Damn it!” he snarled, slamming his fists down against the ground. “I’m too damn weak! I’m so weak! Damn it!”

     His fingers curled into the dirt, and he realized he was crying, his shoulders shaking with the force of his tears. This can’t be happening... Everything was supposed to be fine now... 

     “Somebody...help me...”

[ratboyy]

whitewasped.

     “Sure you were,” Shion grinned, wrapping an arm around Nezumi. “You were definitely up at… what time is it?” He paused to think, and as he did, he scooted himself closer to his boyfriend. “Right! You were obviously up at almost 12 a.m.!” He scoffed, poking Nezumi’s stomach.

     “Is it so impossible for me to be awake at midnight?” Nezumi scoffed right back, failing at an attempt to dodge Shion’s finger. “I stay up much later than this, usually, you know.” However, he wasn’t going to argue further; he was tired, despite his best efforts at pretending not to be. He lifted the blanket that he’d so purposefully wrapped himself up in, and wrapped his boyfriend in it, too. It was simply because it was cold, not because Nezumi wanted to get as close to Shion as he could. Definitely. Obviously. 

     “Aren’t you tired?”

[ratboyy]

whitewasped.

     "Geh!?” Shion yelped as Nezumi rolled over and wrapped his arm around him. Shion blinked, staring at Nezumi. “I-I mean,” He stammered, fiddling with his hands. “I th-thought you were asleep! Did I wake you up?”

     Nezumi smirked lazily and pulled Shion closer, burying his face into his boyfriend’s hair. Although he’d never admit it, he’d missed him. It wasn’t like he was trying too hard to hide it, though. “Nah,” he lied, “I was already awake.” 

[bishie-chan]

[ratboyy]

bishie-chan:

鼠苑 │ 吹波波 (Pixiv Id 2821286)

Characters: Shion & Nezumi Anime/Manga: No. 6

※ Authorized reprint

[ratboyy]

whitewasped.

ratboyy

     Shion opened the door quietly. It was rather late, and he was just getting home from work. “I’m home.” He whispered, closing the door behind him. He lightly dropped the things he was carrying on the floor.

     Nezumi’s probably already gone to bed. Shion yawned, shuffling towards the bedroom. He slowly opened the door, and blinked so his eyes would adjust to the darkness. Seeing Nezumi’s sleeping figure made him smile softly. Wow, Shion, you sure are gay aren’t you? He snickered at himself. He carefully made his way towards the bed, being careful to make the least amount of noise he could. He tried to sneak into the bed without waking Nezumi, getting close to his boyfriend.

     Nezumi was used to having to be alert, even in his sleep. No noise went unheard; even the slightest of sounds could wake him. So, the slight creak of the door and Shion’s footsteps startled him awake. But, he knew those footsteps; they did not startle him into a panic, as most others would. In fact, they did the exact opposite, and he relaxed. 

     The street rat had planned on not letting his boyfriend know that he was awake. But plans changed as Shion snuggled up against his back. Almost soundlessly, Nezumi rolled over, and wrapped an arm around his boyfriend’s waist. 

     “...You’re late.”

[ratboyy]

drill-peck.

     “No one should be content living a lie. It’s hard to do, and it’s tiring, too. But I won’t bash you for it; that’d be wrong of me.” Beta folded her arms across her chest. Then, she tapped her fingers against her elbows, thinking.

     Nezumi spoke again. 

     Beta raised an eyebrow. “Oh?” she said. “You have someone who cares for you? How lucky. If I were you, I’d cherish them. But don’t let yourself get too close–if you do, betrayal will come.” Beta dug her nails into her sleeves. “I, um… I mean… be smart. People are tricky things, and their emotions are even trickier.

     “You’re wrong, though. I do care about you; I care about everyone. I just don’t get to show it much, because I’ve been very hurt by someone I used to love.” Beta shrugged. “But I doubt you care about that.”

     “Maybe not. But I’ve been doing it so long that if I did anything else, it would feel wrong. So why should I change?” Nezumi frowned and crossed his arms. “There really isn’t a point.”

     “Believe me when I say that I know I should not get too close to people.” He huffed. “I’ve been betrayed and hurt a few too many times to not be able to understand that.” Why do you think I left him? 

     “No. Don’t sugar-coat things. I don’t believe in that bullshit. Getting close to people always leads to sadness and betrayal, and you seem to know that, too.”

     Nezumi looked down, away from Beta. “Don’t you know that caring for people like that can get you hurt?” I’m just like you, aren’t I? “I guess that I understand, so in a way, I do care. People are disgusting, aren’t they? I’m sorry.” He can’t help but that, Not Shion, but who is he to say that? Maybe even Shion is, too.

[ratboyy]

whitewasped.

     When Nezumi kissed his cheek, Shion felt his face heat up. “Well excuse me for having a boyfriend who’s being vague!” he huffed, puffing his cheeks out. As he listened to Nezumi speak, he pouted. “I don’t care if you’re ‘not nice enough’ or if I’m ‘too nice’. All that really matters to me is that you’re back”

     Nezumi laughed, poking Shion’s nose. “When am I not vague? And look at you, you’re all red. Like a beet! You’d think you’d be used to this by now. Jeez, what am I going to do with you?” And then he sighed, standing up from his spot beside Shion on the floor of the alleyway. “Come on. We have stuff to do, don’t we? We can’t just sit here for the rest of the day ‘til the crowd dies down, as much as I’d love to. Let’s just find another way to get where we’re going.” And then he held a hand down to help his boyfriend up. 

[fujinumasatorus]

when you’re in class and your teacher tells you to do problem No.6

[ratboyy]

whitewasped.

     Shion was silent. He didn’t know how to reply to Nezumi. “I… I don’t…” he stumbled with his words, pausing. “I can’t answer that right now.” He closed his eyes, furrowing his brow. “I honestly don’t know how to answer you.”

     Nezumi snickered, and pulled away from Shion only to kiss the scar on his cheek. “It was a rhetorical question, idiot.” He lifted his arms and wrapped them around his boyfriend’s shoulders. “This is you we’re talking about, not me, and I’m the only one sitting here who’s that much of a jerk. Like I said, again, you’re too nice. And I’m not nice enough. Did you forget that while I was gone?”

[ratboyy]

drill-peck.

     “You’re probably right. But the person who had this thing before me were using it to manipulate their friends, so… I figure if I don’t do that, then… I’m better than them. You know, like, morally.” Beta shrugged. “But, uh… don’t think that just because I know, you have to do something about it. Because you don’t; I’m willing to forget this whole thing ever happened. What I said before is still true, though: I want to help you. It’s just up to you whether you’ll give me a shot or not.” Beta cracked a smile. Then, she laughed quite boisterously. “Ha! I remember when I said that same exact thing to someone… boy, they were upset. But that doesn’t matter–the thing is, I know. But, see, that girl I met the other day got me thinking… she was so dedicated to helping everyone, even me. And I know I don’t deserve that shit. So… what if I tried to do the same thing? I mean, I have the power, and a fuck-ton of time, so… why not? Of course… people are scary. Terrifying, even. But… wouldn’t you say it’s worth it? If I get to make at least one person’s life a little better?” 

     “I can’t say that I will do anything about it. I’m happy—” Nezumi cut off. He was lying. Who was he kidding? He wasn’t happy! What a ridiculous thing to even suggest. He cleared his throat. “I’m content in living the life I do, even if it is a lie. However...” He trailed off. “However. You do not have to forget about it. There was someone who was just as, if not more, determined to...understand me, as you are. He didn’t really know anything other than what I gave him, though. And I guess I did give him a shot. So, hell, why not you too?” What could it hurt? Everything, that’s what. Oh well. Who am I not to take risks? 

     “Yeah. People are really scary. All they ever do is ruin things and kill other people. Why should you, or I, care about what goes on in their lives?” But Nezumi couldn’t help but sigh. “I guess, maybe, making a difference in the life of someone you care about is worth it. But you don’t care about me, so why should you care about making a difference in my life?”