Aishite; a No. 6 fanfiction
A/N: Written on a whim. PLOT BUNNY SLAYING TIME! (I'm not that bloody to kill a real bunny, lol OR AM I)
Was listening to Scissorhands by Hatsune Miku (Vocaloid). I love the Mi-chan cover :D HIS HAIRRR! And at the same time, I was watching No. 6. So this is what happens when they're both combined - kind of!
Story set somewhere from episodes 3-6, maybe, where nothing very big was happening yet, but after Shion turned albino.
Title: Aishite
Category: Anime/Manga » No. 6
Author: jennifersayshi
Language: English, Rating: Rated: T
Genre: Romance/Angst
Published: 28-10-11, Updated: -
Chapters: 1, Words:
DISCLAIMER: I do not own No. 6 or Vocaloid.
愛して 愛して 愛して 愛して
愛して 愛して 愛して欲しいだけ
Love me love me love me love me
Love me love me love me love me…is just something I want.
Nezumi couldn't help but stare at Shion. The albino was so innocent. Pure, fragile, gentle. And he was the complete opposite; clouded, rough, dark. And he wondered why Shion kept sticking around with him. All Nezumi'd done was get him out of a pinch. It was a returned favour.
But love... Nezumi wanted love, no matter how far away Shion seemed from him. Even though Shion deserved better. A lot better than Nezumi.
They kept walking to the Dogkeeper's, next to each other, in silence.
この指にとまった 雪は溶けないまま
The snow stopping on these fingers can’t even melt.
"You love him, don't you?"
Nezumi whipped his head around to make sure that the smaller man wasn't around to listen, and grabbed the Dogkeeper by her shirt. "You keep quiet," he snarled, unsheathing his flickblade from his pocket. Swiftly, he held it to her neck, as she laughed amusedly.
"So you do."
"No I don't."
"You jolly well know you do. Now put me down."
"Take your first sentence back."
"You should learn from Shion, you know."
心もブリキだと 何処かで誰かが笑った
If my heart too becomes steel, it means that someone, somewhere, laughed
映す景色は 歪んだまま
As though the scenery on display has become distorted.
He was isolated from the crowd. He preferred to be left alone. He didn't, and couldn't, care for petty relationships, when some time or another had to fade and leave behind broken bits.
People in the markets of the West District gossiped a lot. About the weather, No. 6, who just got married, Nezumi hanging out with this new guy called Shion. And Nezumi didn't do anything. Either he didn't notice, or again, he didn't care.
They were laughing at Nezumi, behind his back.
"The poor young fellow, having to follow the Rat around all the time. Wonder if Nezumi mistreats him. Hah!"
この手は この手は 君のその頬に
These hands, these hands, to those cheeks of your’s,
ただ触れることさえできない
they just can’t even bear to touch them
Reach out, lightly trace his skin. That's what Nezumi wanted to do, so badly. But his temper... he was afraid of tainting that porcelain skin, spoiling something on it, other than the red mark on his left cheek. Just to feel the smooth skin in contrast to Nezumi's calloused hands.
But no. He couldn't pollute the specimen that sat there. That would be a crime.
Sighing, Nezumi looked back at his book from the man that sat on the couch, and turned the page.
それなら それなら 僕はどうすれば
But if that’s the case, if that’s the case, then what should I do
その笑顔守れる？
if I want to be able to protect that smile?
"Why do you always have to smile?"
"It makes you happier. Try it!" Shion replied, with a huge grin, as if to prove his point. "Everything'll seem better."
"What if you're going to die?"
"All the more you should smile. Before you depart the world. Just look up at the sky, take a deep breath, and smile."
And although Nezumi may have rolled his eyes at Shion's naivety on the outside, he was really just hoping that Shion will keep that smile there forever, and that there wouldn't be anything that would come in between the smile and him.
Shion's smile defined him. When there wasn't a smile on his face...
Nezumi was nothing.
愛して 愛して 愛して 愛して
愛して 愛して 愛して欲しいだけ
Love me love me love me love me
Love me love me love me love me…is just something I want.
He loved that guy, so, so much. It was nearly killing him. He needed to know that he was loved by him as well. But how was Nezumi supposed to know, when he himself told Shion not to create any relationships or bonds?
Nezumi regretted the day that he would have to be Shion's enemy, because he wouldn't be able to hurt him in any way at all.
傷つけることしか 僕にはできないなら
But if I can’t do anything besides hurt you
In an outrage, Nezumi grabbed the other boy's hand, before running off and dragging him along.
"What do you think you were doing?!" the brunette growled, when they were somewhere safe. "Telling the children stories about No. 6? Do you really want them to grow up and get infected by the parasite bees due to unloyalty? Why pollute their minds??"
Shion was utterly angered by the fact that Nezumi kept treating him like a child. "Don't..." he vigorously shook off Nezumi's grip on his wrist. "I know what I'm doing! I'm old enough! Stop thinking I'm that naive!"
The shorter one then spun around to walk off, arms crossed in annoyance, and left Nezumi standing there.
He never wanted to hurt Shion.
君をいじめる奴らを
Then to you, and to those abusive guys,
この手で切り裂いてやればいい
the best result would be to tear all of you to pieces with these hands.
He couldn't do anything to please Shion. So instead, he deleted all those who dared to annoy or bully him. How DARE they even TOUCH his property?
Taking out everyone who got in Shion's way. Making sure those whores never came close to him. That was his new job, his silent way of taking care of Shion. And it was rather effective, venting his anger on whoever disturbed Shion.
But he wanted more.
そうだ これが僕の生まれた意味
That’s right. This is the reason I was born.
この手を この手を 誰もが恐れた
These hands, these hands, anyone would be scared of them.
あざ笑う奴らはもういない
The ones who ridiculed me no longer exist.
It seemed like everyone who came across his path began to fear him.
All the old women at the markets seemed to gossip only about Nezumi's sudden change of personality, destroying more than usual, as if there was some sort of crucial purpose to it.
Nezumi became the fierce, uncontrollable monster, that he always yet never was.
それなのに それなのに 神様どうして？
But even so, even after all that, God, why is it like this now?
気が付けば 独りきり
I’ve noticed that…I’m all on my own.
But violence came with isolation.
戦って 戦って その笑顔だけを
信じて 戦って 戦った それなのに
I was fighting and fighting, and in only that smile
I believed. I was fighting, I fought, and yet…
Shion didn't know anything about Nezumi going out and killing everyone. He only noticed that he never saw the same face twice... From the woman he'd asked directions from to the grocer he'd bought a few oranges from.
And meanwhile, Nezumi was out everyday, only to return at night, exhausted. Certainly Shion noticed the fatigue in Nezumi's limbs, but figured it was just due to working and all.
And meanwhile, Nezumi kept fighting, to prevent that smile from getting wiped off Shion's face, to save it from being destroyed. Maybe that didn't seem like the reason Nezumi kept telling himself, but deep in his subconscious, he knew it.
＜お前は僕が怖くないのか？＞
＜Aren’t you afraid of me?＞
Shion lay on the floor, stranded, with a blade held to his neck, willing to tear the skin that lay beneath it apart.
"Aren't you afraid of me?"
"No."
A wave of feelings overcame Nezumi, as he stood up, keeping his flickblade. He wasn't very sure what to feel at all.
＜お前は僕の側に居てくれるのか＞
＜Would you stay by my side?＞
Nezumi knew that eventually, Shion would have to choose between him or No. 6. Which would he save? Thousands of lives or one?
The ratio seemed unbelievably easy to decide, but still, Nezumi kept wondering and hoping and holding on to that string of hope that seemed to fray every time Shion talked about saving No. 6.
＜そうか、僕は…＞
＜I see, I am…＞
Still, Shion refused to decide. Not yet.
優しくて 眩しくて 暖かい何かが
Something gentle, radiant, and warm
この手を通して伝わる
could be felt through these hands.
"Nezumi?"
"Hn?"
"I love you."
誰よりも 何よりも 僕は弱かった
More than anyone, more than anything, I was weak.
もう二度と傷つけない
I won’t hurt anyone, anymore.
Nezumi was overcome by this deep, sharp ache inside, that didn't seem to go away. He stared at the boy next to him, who was looking back, waiting for his reaction.
He felt vulnerable, like a poor, helpless puppy. Which wasn't supposed to be how he felt! That was Shion's job, wasn't it? To be unable to do anything?
But no, the roles were reversed, and a chord struck in him, and he suddenly felt at peace with the world and felt like rejoicing, because SHION LOVED HIM!
この手は この手は 君のその頬に
These hands, these hands, to those cheeks of your’s,
今ならば触れられる気がする
Even now, it feels like I could touch them.
He reached out to touch the cheek that he dreamt of, and found that it was as soft as he'd imagined. Shion's skin was so smooth, it was almost absurd... As pure as Shion himself was.
No words needed to be spoken. Just Nezumi rubbing Shion's cheek with his coarse fingers, and the intense gaze into each others' eyes.
もう一度 もう一度 いつか会えたならば
Once again, once again, someday, if we could meet again!
Right now, he didn't care if Shion still went back to No. 6. Because he knew that he was bound to Shion now. And Nezumi would go anywhere Shion went. He was addicted. He just wanted to lose himself in their love, and stay like that, forever.
愛して 愛して 愛して 愛して
愛して 愛して 愛してあげられる
Love you love you love you love you
Love you love you love you love you…I’m sure I could.
A/N: That's a wrap :D
Just for your information, for the Author name swap, Jenniferee is for stories first published on FF.net, and jennifersayshi is for stories first published here.
Wow. That was probably the shortest time ever to write a story, or even a chapter.