( &.Ā castificusā )
Ā Ā Ā Ā Nezumi spends four years running (though he doesnāt think heād use those exact words in his own defense, there is no more apt description), and everything comes to a head on a pleasantly warm evening in the new city heās pretending to call home.
Ā Ā Ā Ā Time comes to a complete standstill. The world isnāt spinning. His blood has run ice cold.Ā
Ā Ā Ā Ā Dramatics aside, it feels like he canāt breathe. Heās spent so much time putting so much distance between himself and No.6, and yet of all the gin joints, here is Shion. Standing right there, not even twenty feet away. This is it. This is the sad, ill-fitting story of how he dies. Right here in the middle of the street with people bumping into him, with a heart that just doesnāt seem like itās going to stop pounding, and half a mind to run back the way he come.
Ā Ā Ā Ā But he canāt do that, can he? All he can do is stare like the wide-eyed animal he is, terrified of moving. Perhaps if he stays still long enough, Shion will forget heās even there.
Ā Ā Ā Ā (Paradoxical that he was scared of Shion back then, has spent years shaking that fear, and has only succeeded in making it worse.)















