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Shion slid his hands down his pale green shirt, smoothing the crisp fabric and frowning at the mirror. “Would the blue be better?”
“Your mama’s not going to care what you’re wearing, Shion.” Nezumi called from where he sprawled on the bed.
Their old room in West Block had been left untouched while Nezumi and Shion were away. Returning to the space felt familiar. After a good dusting and airing out, the pair were pleasantly surrounded by the mementos of a life lived together.
Shion huffed, eyes turning to his unruly hair. “That doesn’t mean I shouldn’t at least try to look nice.”
Shion began attempting to smooth disobedient bits of hair into place. He was only vaguely aware of the sound of a book snapping shut and approaching footsteps. Giving up on his hair, he turned his attention to the astonishing amount of lint built up on his pants. Arms wrapped around him from behind. His body relaxed back into Nezumi as he straightened to make room for the solid comfort of his arms.
“You look like you’re going to be late.” Nezumi said, lips curling up at the edges.
“We’re not–” Shion started. Nezumi lifted his arm, filling Shion’s vision with the watch from in No. 3. “Oh.”
“Oh.” Nezumi echoed, his smirk softening into a smile. “Come on. You already made Inukashi wait what, five years for this? Gonna make them wait longer?”
“Okay,” Shion sighed. “Let’s go.” He glanced at his reflection one last time as Nezumi tugged him to the door.
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The park where the Correctional Facility once stood was now a sort of garden. Lush greenery lined walkways and spread out into open areas. Flowers popped from the green, blooming in a variety of colors. Benches scattered about the place, some full some empty, and in the near distance children giggled running around a playground. Shion brushed his fingers over a chrysanthemum as he looked for his mother or Inukashi.
They were setting up not far from the playground; his mother was setting out a blanket while Rikiga orbited around her nodding and offering various items and generally looking oblivious to the nuisance he was being. Inukashi stood apart from them watching little Shion run around the playground, a large white dog flopped at their feet.
Shion tugged at the bottom of his shirt, taking a deep breath to steady himself. Nezumi caught his wrist, gently tugging Shion to face him.
“Here.” Nezumi revealed a freshly plucked purple aster, tucking it behind Shion’s ear. Shion blushed as Nezumi’s fingers trailed down his face, tracing his scar. “Perfect. Now, shall we go see Mama Karen?”
Inukashi perked up as they spotted the pair. “I was starting to think you bailed on me!”
“As though we would pass up on Karan’s cooking.” Nezumi scoffed. He brushed past Inukashi, accepting a quick hug from Karan before he began pulling containers from the basket she’d brought and arranging them on the blanket. Rikiga huffed in annoyance and left him to it, following Karan to greet Shion.
“Sorry we’re late.” Shion said as his mother pulled him into a hug of his own. “We didn’t make you wait too long, did we?”
Karan tightened her grip for a moment before letting go. “Not long at all. Come sit, come sit. Are you hungry? I made plenty, so have as much as you want.”
“Shion!” Rikiga clapped him on the shoulder with a wide smile. “Good to see you. Traveling with Eve hasn’t been too stressful, has it?”
“Of the two of us, I’d think I was the more stressful to deal with.” Shion settled next to Nezumi, who had made quick work of setting the food out and was now busying himself with loading up a plate.
Rikiga reached for a sandwich. “Well, if you ever want a different travelling companion–”
Nezumi snatched the sandwich Rikiga had been reaching for before he could touch it.
“Eve!”
Nezumi cocked his head to one side, eyes wide with overexaggerated innocence. “What?”
“You third-rate–”
Karan thwapped Rikiga’s arm. “Leave them be. You shouldn’t have been antagonizing him in the first place.”
Inukashi dropped into the spot beside Shion, cackling. “Serves you right, old man.”
Any protest Rikiga might’ve made was headed off by little Shion, who came racing to the blanket yelling, “Mama, Mama look!” The boy brandished a large stick.
Inukashi nodded in approval. “Pretty good stick.”
Karan smiled and gestured to a spot on the blanket between herself and Inukashi. “Why don’t you set your stick down and come have some lunch?”
“‘Kay.” Little Shion dropped down and pointed to the flower still in Shion’s hair. “That’s pretty.”
“Thank you.”
Compliment given, little Shion started stuffing his face, looking like a mini mirror to his parent as they did the same.
Shion relaxed, half leaning back against Nezumi as he nibbled at the food and caught up with the people he cared most about. Nezumi joined Shion in the telling of their best stories. Nezumi added poetry to the dance of vast oceans and depth to the revival of healing forests as they crept up mountainsides, while Shion grounded the recounting with details of work done and discoveries made. Inukashi spent the meal bragging about how well little Shion was doing, joined by little Shion in praising Karan’s cooking as their plates were filled again and again. Eventually, little Shion ran off to play again, the dog trotting after him.
Shion was struck by a little pang of regret that it had taken him so long to come back for this. He had missed the people he’d left behind and he felt them missing him. Next time he wouldn't stay away so long. He was sure Nezumi wouldn't mind. They wouldn’t stop wandering entirely, neither of them were quite ready to settle down yet, but they could come back to visit more often.
Little Shion came back as Nezumi and Karan started packing up the remains of their picnic, his stick had been replaced with a bundle of flowers. Asters in an array of colors. He shoved a white one at Inukashi. “For Mama.”
They took it. “What’d you pick these for?”
“So we can match!” He held out a pink flower for Karan. Rikiga got yellow, and Nezumi was given purple. “So you extra match.”
“Thank you.” Nezumi handed the flower off to Shion, “Would Your Majesty do the honors?”
The stem was too long to properly fit behind Nezumi’s ear, so Shion had to shorten it before sliding it into place. He caught himself mapping Nezumi’s features as he pulled back. The flower looked natural against his hair and seemed to soften his eyes, he looked like a woodland fairy. “Perfect.”
“Then we extra match.”
Inukashi made a retching sound. “Will you two knock it off? We were so close to having a good day.”
Shion laughed a little. They planned on sticking around for another week or two. When the two were back home from their picnic Shion carefully placed the flowers in paper, pressing them under books, preserving their memory. A reminder of those left behind and far away. A promise to always come back.
Merry Christmas @Kiussart! I've had Inukashi and Nezumi's confrontation in my head since rewatching the anime, so I hope you enjoy my drawing of it here. Wishing you a wonderful new year!
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