Guess who decided to join @restructuralcommittee 's No.6 week making some doodles! (I wish I could make full colored pieces but I found out about this literally yesterday lol)
This anime/manga means a lot to me and I'm happy to share my love for it with other people 💖
For @weiselzelle, mostly, but I tried to include as many No. 6 week prompts as reasonably possible xD
Shion did not like the look of the sky. A mile back everything had been fine, sunny, balmy weather, and Shion had dared to feel optimistic. Now hazy gray clouds had begun to drift above like tumbleweeds, dampening Shion’s good mood. Rikiga would have called the sudden change in weather a bad omen. But then, Rikiga thought everything was an omen of some sort. The Chronos townspeople were a superstitious lot. Shion’s mother had warned him about the small-minded nature of small towns when he had told her he planned to set up his practice there.
It feels like an omen, Shion thought to himself.
“But it should be fine! Right, Lili?” Shion leaned down to pat his horse’s neck.
Lili chuffed and picked up her pace. Shion chose to believe the sound was one of encouragement and that the low rumble in the distance was the crash of wagon wheels and nothing more ominous.
A raindrop smacked the brim of his hat. Shion clamped his teeth together and prayed. The gods didn’t listen, however, and another drop sunk into the fabric of his white shirt like a smear of grease. Then another drop, and another, and Shion sighed and slumped in the saddle.
I should have turned around when I had the chance. I could still turn around now….
But he could see the ranch already. It was a large sprawling property, with a barn, a stable, a small home, and rolling fenced-in fields. He didn’t see any animals outside—another bad omen—but the path up ahead was lined with vibrant daffodils, which Shion considered a good omen. His mother had always said daffodils represented new beginnings, and that was just what Shion needed.
By the time he had reached the entrance gate, the rain was a steady stream and had the makings of a real storm. He had to find shelter quickly or he wasn’t going to be at all presentable to the owner and that wouldn’t do. He had already been warned countless times that the man who owned this ranch was a savage, and a cutthroat, and an all-fired bastard, and if Shion was crazy enough to show up and try “peddling his horseshit” all he would get was a boot in the behind. But adversity had always lit a fire in Shion’s belly, so, naturally, since the townspeople seemed so certain this was a fool’s errand, Shion was determined to succeed. He had to look his best, talk his best, and come back triumphant.
This rain had complicated that plan quite a bit, though. Shion pushed Lili to a canter, heading toward what he thought was the stable. He knew it would be better manners to go to the house and introduce himself before barging onto a stranger’s property, but Lili became skittish in bad weather and he didn’t want to abandon her unprotected. There were a few trees huddled to the side of the building, which would make good shelter for them both while Shion collected himself and figured out what to do next.
Shion slid off his horse and gave her a soothing pat. The rain was crackling and constant as a waterfall now. Thunder and lightning were all that were needed to make this a proper storm, and Shion felt like they weren’t far off. He squinted through the deluge. The buttery yellow lights of the house wavered in the distance.
Shion did a quick inventory of his person. His shirtsleeves were thoroughly drenched. He was really glad of his vest over it, otherwise, he’d be introducing himself to the rancher in a translucent shirt and that was not an option. Even Shion wouldn’t take a business proposition seriously from a man in such a state.
Not an auspicious beginning, but that’s okay. I’m here already and he appears to be home, I might as well introduce myself.
Shion drew in a deep breath and stepped toward the house.
Something snagged the back of Shion’s collar and he skidded in the wet dirt. The next thing he knew, he was plastered against the side of the stable, staring into a pair of merciless silver eyes.
“You picked a terrible night to trespass,” the stranger said.
His voice sounded pleasant despite the sentiment. It made Shion feel like they were friends, sharing a joke. He almost smiled and gave a playful response—that is until he felt the cold caress of a blade against his throat.
“Care to explain what you’re doing on my property?” the man asked. His tone remained friendly and his eyes never left Shion’s. The man’s eyes were dark and bright at the same time, roiling and thundering like captured storms. Shion’s skin pricked with electricity.
The man had the prettiest face Shion had ever seen: heart-shaped with delicate features, but there was a hardness to its lines that kept the man from looking too feminine. His skin was tanned—nothing new since ranch hands spent their days in the sun—and beneath the man’s wide-brimmed hat, Shion saw he had long dark hair.
He smelled good too. Most ranchers and cowboys wore their clothes for days on end without changing or rinsing themselves. Shion nearly gagged at the scent of sweat and muck every time the Johnson brothers sidled up to him at the bar. But this man smelled like horses and petrichor, two scents Shion found particularly soothing.
Shion held his hands up and out to the sides. The universal sign of I mean no harm. “I’m not here to steal anything.”
“Great. What are you here for, then?”
The flat edge of the knife traced its way over Shion’s Adam’s apple and up the curve of his jaw. Shion hummed nervously and swallowed. It was hard to think with all the stimuli flooding his brain.
“You,” Shion managed.
The man’s expression darkened. The knife’s blade skimmed Shion’s skin, prickling like a thorn. A warm bead of blood slipped down the side of his neck. Shion gasped and hurried to explain himself.
“No, not you as in you! I mean, I’m here for the horses!”
“So you are here to steal my horses.”
“No! No, I mean I’m here to talk to you about the horses! I’m a veterinarian.”
Gods above! Why can’t I talk right? Shion squeezed his eyes shut in humiliation. I’m such an idiot.
Behind Shion’s lids, lightning flashed and thunder crashed hot on its heels. They were in a full-blown storm now.
The knife withdrew and Shion cracked open his eyes. The stranger scowled at him.
“A veterinarian.” The man said the word like it was a foul-smelling thing he was holding an arms-length away.
“Yes,” Shion mumbled. The man’s gaze raked over his person. Shion could only imagine what he was thinking about the sopping wet, muttering fool standing before him. This was definitely not going well. He should have turned around when the first raindrop hit him. Better yet, he should’ve listened to the townsfolk and stayed far away.
Enough with the muttering, Shion scolded himself. Business! You’re a businessman. This is not unsalvageable!
“I’m new to town,” Shion said, trying to inject some authority into his voice. “And I’m trying to establish myself with the locals. I heard you haven’t had a vet come down to check your horses in a while. I’m here to offer my services. For a free trial, since we don’t know each other that well. But I’m certain that you’ll be happy with my qualifications.”
Shion let out a satisfied breath. There! That’s how it’s done. Totally competent.
“Where’re your instruments?” the stranger asked.
“They're right here, on Lili.” Shion moved to grab them, but the suspicious glare of the rancher made him stay put and he gestured instead. The man glanced at the saddle bag.
“I don’t need your services. I care for my horses myself—and for good reason. They don’t take too kindly to strangers.”
“It’s commendable you take care of them on your own and haven’t needed to call to town for anything. But if you’ll excuse my… erm… directness. I am a trained professional, so…” Shion cleared his throat. “I’d like to get a baseline of the horses’ health in case one ever does need my help. I’m very good with animals; I haven’t met a horse that disliked me. I think you’ll be impressed if you’ll give me a chance.”
“That’d be a pretty big feat because I’m certainly not impressed with what I see now.”
Shion fidgeted. The moment stretched on, fraught with the hiss of rain and the crash of thunder. The man exhaled noisily through his nose.
“What’s your name?”
“Oh! Sorry, I’m Shion.”
The man clicked his tongue. “Well, Shion, bring your horse inside. She looks like she’s about to die of fright.” He turned and headed for the stable.
Shion smiled. He took Lili by the reins and coaxed her forward.
“Thank you,” Shion said when they were safely inside. The rush of rain was much quieter now, and Shion felt immediately comforted by the smell of hay and horses. “I didn’t get your name.”
“You didn’t, huh? I’d’ve thought the townsfolk would sling it around like a curse the moment you asked directions here.”
Shion thought a moment. “They mostly said, ‘that dirty cowboy.’ I might’ve heard some other descriptors, but… I don’t think they warrant sharing.” Shion shrugged and smiled awkwardly.
“I’ll bet. Nezumi,” he said and pointed to Shion’s left. “You can put your horse in that stall. There’s some feed in the corner if you need it. The rest of the horses are down there. Come when you’re ready, Mr. Trained Professional.”
Shion’s cheeks heated. Nezumi smirked and stalked away.
“He’s very intimidating,” Shion whispered to Lili. “I think I might have bitten off more than I can chew….” Lili grunted in evident agreement.
Shion made sure his horse was settled in comfortably, then grabbed his medical bag and crossed the stable.
Nezumi had taken his hat off and laid it aside on a stool. It was a handsome hat, black with little wear on it, and freshly cleaned from the rain. Even more handsome was its owner. Shion tried not to stare too much, but he couldn’t help a furtive glance at Nezumi’s hair. He had braided the wet strands over one shoulder and tied it off with his neckerchief.
Nezumi extended his hand toward the stalls. “Go ahead, work your magic.”
Shion counted three Quarter Horses. They stuck their heads out, snuffling quizzically. They must not have had many visitors. Unsurprising, given their owner’s misanthropy. However, they didn’t look unfriendly. Shion approached the bay first, talking calmly while he did to establish a rapport.
“Hello, beautiful. Hear all that rain outside? You’re lucky you’re in here where it’s safe and warm. I, unfortunately, haven’t been so lucky today.”
The horse tilted its head and eyed him, ears swiveling. Shion extended a hand slowly, giving it plenty of time to decide if it didn’t want him near, but it didn’t seem to mind. The horse gave his hand a few sniffs and lost interest when it realized he had no snacks. Shion gave its neck a pat.
“Seems plenty friendly to me,” Shion called to Nezumi.
“So it would seem,” Nezumi drawled. “The damned traitor.”
Shion laughed. “What’s this one’s name?”
“He doesn’t have a name.”
“Is he new?”
“No. The horses don’t have names. I don’t see the point.”
Shion half turned. “So you just say, ‘horse’ when you talk to them? How do you differentiate?”
Nezumi made a face. “It’s not like they’re identical. I just say, the black one, the bay, or the palomino.”
Shion frowned and petted the bay again. “Seems sad. Horses like to be named.”
“Is that what they teach you at horse school?”
“Every companionable creature likes to be named, whether they understand it or not. How would you feel if people went around calling you ‘that human’?”
Nezumi’s mouth curved upward. The sudden sharpness of it reminded Shion of a poised scorpion’s tail. “Better than ‘that savage’ or ‘Miss Nancy.’ Though I would feel best if people didn’t call me at all.”
A tendril of anger curled in Shion’s stomach. He knew that the townsfolk had plenty of lewd opinions on what cowboys got up to when they were far from civilization. Cowboys loved to wear flashy, bright clothes and made a spectacle of themselves wherever they went, so the rumor mill had plenty of ammunition to run on. He didn’t like the idea of the townsfolk making assumptions about Nezumi based on his profession and he especially didn’t like the insinuation that the townsfolk had been insulting Nezumi to the man’s face.
Nezumi was wearing an olive green shirt with a dark brown vest over top, and all the rest from his hat to his boots were black. There was nothing showy about his style of dress and nothing in his demeanor that suggested anything worse than grumpiness. He presented himself as respectably as any townsman. Just because he was pretty and happened to be a native cowboy, they thought it was grounds to degrade him.
Disgusting. Shion wished Nezumi would name names so he could give those good-for-nothings a piece of his mind.
“Well that’s a scary face,” Nezumi said, chuckling. “Easy there, doctor. I don’t need you storming Chronos in defense of my honor. I can take care of myself just as well as I take care of my horses. Speaking of, are you going to look at the horses or are you just here to talk my ear off?”
Shion flattened his fisted hands over the damp fabric of his pant legs. “Right,” he muttered, trying to shake off the cloud of irritation. “Sorry.”
Shion drew the bay horse out under Nezumi’s watchful eye and listened to its heart, lungs, and gut, then moved on to the condition of the rest of its body.
“Very nice,” Shion announced when he had finished. “You have a very healthy bay horse.”
“I know that. As I told you, I care for them myself.”
“Yes, alright. I’ll be checking ‘the black one’ and ‘the palomino’ next.”
Nezumi crossed his arms. “Uh-huh. Very cute.”
Despite the dry tone, Shion thought he saw the edges of a smile forming on the man’s face. He couldn’t help but smile back. Nezumi’s eyes dropped to his mouth. Or so Shion thought.
The air in the stable suddenly felt very warm. Shion’s fingers itched to loosen his necktie, but he didn’t want to draw attention to himself.
“Your neck alright?”
“W-what?”
“Your neck. I nicked it outside, didn’t I?”
“Oh.” He had forgotten all about that. He felt the spot. “It’s alright. It’s already closed up.”
Nezumi stepped close and tugged one of the trailing ends of Shion’s necktie. The silky fabric unraveled and slithered away. Nezumi peered at the side of Shion’s exposed neck. For a moment, the roar of the rain pounding the roof was the only thing Shion could hear. Or was that the blood rushing in his ears?
“Hm,” hummed Nezumi. “Yeah, it’s as you say. All closed up.”
Nezumi had the longest, darkest lashes Shion had ever seen. Thick as a horse’s and probably just as soft.
“You can have this back whenever you’re done admiring me.” Nezumi stepped away and waggled the necktie in front of Shion’s face.
Shion snatched his necktie from Nezumi’s hand and strode to the black horse's stall to hide and catch his breath.
Was that flirting? Was he flirting with me? Or making fun of me? He wanted to look over his shoulder but he was afraid of what expression Nezumi would be wearing. If he were laughing at him Shion didn’t know if he could stand it. Better to not look. Shion furiously refastened his necktie. He thought he might’ve heard Nezumi chuckle.
Horses. Check the horses, panic later.
All horses were in good health, and all three were perfect angels the whole time he conducted his checks. Shion suspected Nezumi had been lying about their fractious nature, either to discourage him or test his determination.
“I will admit,” Shion said as he secured the stall door behind the palomino, “you do take exquisite care of your horses. But they still need to have their teeth examined at least yearly. Especially the black one, since she’s younger. You don’t have to bring them to me, but bring them somewhere.”
Nezumi shrugged. “Alright.” He plopped his hat back on, then cocked his head to the side. “It’s stopped raining.”
Shion strained his ears. “Oh, yeah. Seems so.”
“And it’s gotten late. You should head out. The missus will be wondering where you are.”
“Hardly,” Shion laughed. “There’s no missus to speak of.”
Shion paused in the middle of stuffing his stethoscope back in his bag. Wait a minute…. He hazarded a look. Nezumi’s gaze was guileless, but… There was a definite atmosphere. Or was he just imagining it?
“It’s late just the same,” Nezumi said. “And it’s a long ride back. You better get going.”
Shion smiled feebly and closed his bag.
They walked out of the stable together, Shion leading Lili by the bridle. The horse was leery at first, but she perked up when she stepped out into a wet, but clear night.
“Well, um. It was nice to meet you.”
“Mm.”
Shion frowned and pretended to check the fastenings of Lili’s saddle. He wasn’t sure how to close this encounter. Nezumi hadn’t given him much to go off of. He didn’t say he would employ Shion as his vet and he kicked him out the moment he had the opportunity. Shion thought there was something to the flirtatious remarks, but maybe he was leaning a little too hopefully into the cowboy stereotype.
What a long night… Shion sighed and tilted his head skyward. The storm had wrung the clouds out to nothing; stars shone down from the inky blackness, free as fireflies. “Well, guess I’ll— Oh, look, Pegasus!”
“What?”
“Pegasus, the winged horse. It’s a constellation.” Shion pointed out the star formation, but Nezumi wasn’t seeing it. “I suppose it is a bit abstract,” Shion confessed. “You have to really use your imagination to see it.”
“Are you calling me unimaginative?”
“I didn’t say that. Though, I will say a truly imaginative person would have given their horses names.”
Nezumi snorted. “This again. You’re such a horse fanatic.”
“And you aren’t? You’re a cowboy!”
“Eh. It’s complicated.”
Nezumi’s eyes glowed like slivers of moonlight, but his gaze felt more scorching than the sun. Shion could have stood on that stable’s threshold and stared for hours.
“I’ll get going,” Shion said at last. He swung up into Lili’s saddle. “Perhaps I… Perhaps I could come by again this weekend?”
Nezumi’s brows furrowed beneath the brim of his hat. “What for? You said the horses are healthy.”
“They are. It wouldn’t be to see the horses.”
Nezumi considered him. Shion wasn’t sure what was going on in the man’s mind. He could guess—he hoped he had interpreted the man’s actions correctly—but Nezumi was slippery.
Well. In for a penny, in for a pound.
“I can’t really explain it well yet, but… I find myself drawn to you.”
Nezumi made a face, but he didn’t immediately say anything, so Shion took it as a good omen.
“I’ll be busy this weekend,” said Nezumi. “I don’t have time to stand around and listen to you.”
“Oh. Okay.”
“If you can run your horse as fast as you do your mouth, then come. But only as long as you can keep up.”
Warmth blossomed in Shion’s chest. He sat forward in his seat, but before he could respond, Nezumi set off toward his house, boots squelching in the mud.
No. 6 Week Day 1 prompt: Rain | The Sun & the Moon | Fantasy AU
It is I, a writer who loves writing prompts and decided to join @restructuralcommittee 's No. 6 week because I love No. 6 so much and especially Shion and Nezumi. Enjoy this oneshot that I hope to expand on one day! I had an absolute blast writing this!
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