Dumbass

Nezumi left a bit of clues in the note for Sion to figure out. He knew that somewhere Sion was completely puzzled about in his the way he ordered and specified about the additional details provided. It was to be of some puzzle in order to distract Sion from his way of work. This would allow time to show his face after four years since he had last seen Sion in the flesh, at the parting of the last kiss. Smiling now, his eyes gazed down at twelve years old, Marcus, busy delving into the world of Shakespeare, having introduced it to him two days ago. The idea of Hamlet, spawned against the little boy and he nodded his head, ready to take on the challenge.

Seeing Marcus now, it was a reminder of his smaller self in the years before after leaving from twelve years old Sion from the unfortunate rainy day. It was his own will to keep him moving and books were his cave of relief to relax and worm his way into. Marcus was the ideal being of his incased self and he planned to hold on that for a while. Well, he wasn’t being narcissistic, but it was to provide some sort of comfort.

Now coming back to the note given, he only wrote a two liner. It had specified these word directly, enough to confuse the reader at most. Oh how ironic it was in a sense. 

If you a spy a wet lost rat,

Where do you find it once again?

nezumirat:

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As the weeks passed coming into months, Nezumi arrived in the small west district accompanied by a small brown haired boy he had managed to befriend with since the smaller boy had kept spying and…

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As the weeks passed coming into months, Nezumi arrived in the small west district accompanied by a small brown haired boy he had managed to befriend with since the smaller boy had kept spying and trying to follow him out of curiosity. The boy had gone by the name of Marcus not giving out his last name upon some desired reason. It was intriguing to Nezumi he had allowed himself to attain another person in his wake, but he didn’t care. Let the kid do what he wants. It wasn’t his fault if Marcus allowed himself to be put in the face of danger. 

Nezumi had found Marcus located near the dumpster areas, seeing him forge for food as his lanky, skinny body suggested he didn’t get the proper nutrition needed for growth or protein amounts for function. Nezumi was looking for anything he might find useful or at least functional for his own use. From there, sprouted Marcus, curiously watching him with interest and coming to follow him in his hideout. The boy did not go into his base, rather sitting and hiding as he got out of his hole just like a rat in the process of hiding things secretly and with good intentions.

For those months alone, Nezumi was stuck with Marcus now acknowledging his existence and on request bringing him to one of the districts to see how the districts were fairing. It was killing two birds with one stone and so, to this advantage, Marcus would see the newly repaired sights and Nezumi would see how much everything changed. Following close to Nezumi’s side, Marcus never left Nezumi and his eyes took in everything that surrounded him. It was a first sight for Marcus and he was deeply moved by high, structural buildings. 

Nezumi preceded to lead Marcus over to a bread and fruit stand, offering Marcus a red, delicious apple. With an astounded look scattered against that small frame, Marcus, generously took the apple and munched it. Nezumi bought a couple loaves of bread for the both of them. Spending the day together, Marcus and Nezumi made their way to a park bench to eat and watch the people that passed by.  

nezumirat:

No. 6: nezumirat: No. 6: nezumirat: No. 6: nezumirat: No. 6: @nezumirat:A rat…

Nezumi had taken the advantage to plan a few things ahead of himself and for Sion, in what he had in store for the both of them. Since he hadn’t seen this guy in months, it was good to get…

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Nezumi had taken the advantage to plan a few things ahead of himself and for Sion, in what he had in store for the both of them. Since he hadn’t seen this guy in months, it was good to get something out of Sion while he had the chance. Even if Sion went against it, he wanted to have his fair share of play.

The rat went into the streets and dissapeared between the walking figures of late walkers of wandering people. The other rats had began to communicate with each other and headed in small clumps into the city. They traveled into the night, reporting to Nezumi in the dead of night. He went and looked up seein gthe small flood of rats come in on his order. Picking up each one, one by one, he studied the recorded material and kept note of it in the back of his mind for future reference. using a spare pad and pencil, a bit dull from use, he scribbled a few notes here and there of what piqued his interest from what the rats had collected. 

He knew it would take a bit, but what he needed most was the overall plan to be formulated and to be enacted.

nezumirat:

No. 6: nezumirat: No. 6: nezumirat: No. 6: @nezumirat:A rat scuttled over the…

The rat creeped out from it’s hiding place to slowly move toward the white haired boy was, reading the book against the table. Moving stealthily on the floor boards, it reached the table and began…

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The rat creeped out from it’s hiding place to slowly move toward the white haired boy was, reading the book against the table. Moving stealthily on the floor boards, it reached the table and began climbing on the chair and up on to Sion’s back. It positioned itself behind to grip it’s small paws behind the chair board. It spied at Sion in close angle to look at his face, which was peaceful and relaxed.

The rat opened it’s mouth, as if to talk. “Pretty relaxed aren’t you Sion? Much more since I last seen you. You seem to be.”

Nezumi’s voice resounded over the small rat that he held over in his side, talking close to it, so his voice could be heard only distinctly toward Sion. “Better not get too comfortable Sion. You never know what’s going to happen if you don’t.”

The rat left a small capsule rolled off from scratching around the tied parcel that was tied around it’s neck. It slipped loose and landed in Sion’s book, while the rat managed it’s escape and dissapeared into the shadows. 

nezumirat:

No. 6: nezumirat: No. 6: @nezumirat:A rat scuttled over the paved road that…

The rat had dissapeared beneath the flour bales spying a few grains in the corner. Picking up a morsel of left over food, the rat ate quickly and returned to its post, resuming to spy on the white…

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The rat had dissapeared beneath the flour bales spying a few grains in the corner. Picking up a morsel of left over food, the rat ate quickly and returned to its post, resuming to spy on the white haired boy. Letting the camera in it’s eye record what it was seeing, it shut off it’s lenses and went to investigate a better view of the white haired boy. 

It crawled in the interior of the house and soon found it’s way to the other side of the room particularly in the bread cupboard. It rested and laid itself in a comfortable position before watching the boy in a new view. So far, Nezumi kept a record of about five rats that watched over Sion’s household as well as the premises of the outside. The rat sniffed and moved its nose softly, giving a few twitches.

It would wait to see when the white haired boy would be alone, then the fun with begin…

nezumirat:

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A rat scuttled over the paved road that was prominent over in the west District. Things had slowly progressed in healing over the months and the rat’s eyes moved to view the surroundings. With it’s quick feet and scuttling, it moved with efficiency toward…

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A rat scuttled over the paved road that was prominent over in the west District. Things had slowly progressed in healing over the months and the rat’s eyes moved to view the surroundings. With it’s quick feet and scuttling, it moved with efficiency toward what seemed it’s destined location was: the bakery.

Sniffing it’s nose in the air, the rat moved with ease toward the shop and slipped into the back door as it was closed by a woman in an apron, busy toiling about in her activities for the day. The rat snuck between the flour bales and lifted itself on it’s hind legs to peer out, watching a particular human with white hair. Inside of it’s eye, a camera revolved in and contracted as if it were studying something closely.

In the wasted lands over beyond the West District, Nezumi laughed softly as he held a grey mouse in his hands, as the rat opened it’s mouth and projected what the other rat was doing. A smile hovered over Nezumi’s lips as he continued to watch the busy life in the bakery.

sionwhitehair:

nezumirat:

Living on his own was not of difficult, rather a more comfortable and liberal life than back in the correctional facility. The reality life was much more of a softer and moderate situation for him, since he was, after all a child born in the quite village in the distant forest area. It was until the government used genocide, wiping out all of his family, friends, and anyone he knew, lost and completely slipping between his fingers. It was then he knew that being weak, he couldn’t stay to who he was.

Sending out his rats were also of convenience and always reported the day to day reporting from other districts, rather than him going himself. It seems life in No.6 particularly was beginning to thrive and flourish. The other districts, however, continued is government run down of the citizens. Political leaders rampaging against the citizens whom had no free will, it was endless and he could only laugh at their misery and sorrow.

nezumirat:

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In the days that followed, Nezumi was in hiding, hiding away from the sources from all the other districts. He had chosen to do this since e hated getting caught up in political turmoil or anything to do with the government. It was pretty much a bunch of…

One day, a few months after everything had begun to settle, he came home, tired as usual, but didn’t rest. He first helped his mom with closing her bakery for the day. The bakery had flourished more during the past months than it had ever before. This was because the people of the West district had begun to settle into No. 6, what with there being no more wall. 

After he had finished with closing up shop, he set the baby boy into his chair and began to feed him his dinner. 

Living on his own was not of difficult, rather a more comfortable and liberal life than back in the correctional facility. The reality life was much more of a softer and moderate situation for him, since he was, after all a child born in the quite village in the distant forest area. It was until the government used genocide, wiping out all of his family, friends, and anyone he knew, lost and completely slipping between his fingers. It was then he knew that being weak, he couldn’t stay to who he was.

Sending out his rats were also of convenience and always reported the day to day reporting from other districts, rather than him going himself. It seems life in No.6 particularly was beginning to thrive and flourish. The other districts, however, continued is government run down of the citizens. Political leaders rampaging against the citizens whom had no free will, it was endless and he could only laugh at their misery and sorrow.

nezumirat:

No. 6: @nezumirat:

In the days that followed, Nezumi was in hiding, hiding away from the sources from all the other districts. He had chosen to do this since e hated getting caught up in political turmoil or anything to do with the government. It was pretty much a bunch of…

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In the days that followed, Nezumi was in hiding, hiding away from the sources from all the other districts. He had chosen to do this since e hated getting caught up in political turmoil or anything to do with the government. It was pretty much a bunch of meaningless humans fighting blindly around them in their happy secured environment, like zoo animals.

This really did intrigue him to his humor, seeing the vast people worm their way through life, day after day, until they lives ended, just like that. Ah well, it was not a something to think about right now. How could he? 

He let his mind wander toward the following memories in the past months that have had happen and it was brought to his conclusion that he did miss Sion only slightly. He wasn’t the type to admit all the way nor would he, but time would tell.

sionwhitehair:

In the days following the destruction of No. 6, the days had calmed from the chaos of the sudden outbreak, deaths, and destruction of the government. A new, hopefully better, government was beginning to make its roots and Sion was trying the best he could to help it along. He had made a public…

-He paused before reconsidering the question Sion just had asked this very moment. It seem life in No.6 really had dimmed the humans of subjects such as this and it completely baffled him. He averted his face away from Sion’s sight and a smile hovered over his lips. He had to make sure whatever he said would be a logical explanation.-

Yes, it’s possible for males to like another male. It also applies to females as well. But, again, it seems that the subject for you in your schooling hasn’t said anything about gay or lesbian relations?

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-It was interesting to watch Sion deeply think about things. He made an innocent expression to his liking, which made he even tease him more. He quietly laughed to himself. Things couldn’t get any better. For the meantime, he would lay things low for the while until Sion could actually figure out what to do. God forbid if he did anything rash and insensible. That would bring the end to him.- So you’re managing your time well done here? -He smirked looking up to him from his eating. He really hated prolonged awkward and still moments like this.-