Title: The Visitor, Chapter 1

Summary: Shion was just about to leave him. Not for good, but at least to teach him a thing or two. The only problem is, he's sure they can reconnect after the accident damages his lover. AU.

Rating: M

Warnings: -Yes, there shall be smexy lemony goodness. There is also a language warning.

-I have a tendency to make Nezumi at least a year or two older than Shion. He just seems to fit it in my mind, so sorry~

-OOC-ness.

-Remember the pretty prostitute and Nezumi's director for this one, okay? I'll be giving them the names of Irene and Tony. Just helps the story along, so myeh!

-Also, I do prefer violet eyed, no marking on face Shion and short haired Nezumi. "Novel style". If you don't know what that looks like, go to my profile and click on the picture links I have there~!

-Inspired by "The District Sleeps Alone Tonight" by The Postal Service. Check it out sometime.

Pairings: -NezuShi -Rikiga sorta got Karan back [how cute, right?] -one-sided ShiSafu

+Smeared Black Inc+

Dark brown eyes glared coldly at the taller man one last time before turning to the apartment's door without another word, carrying his packed suitcase awkwardly.

"Fine, go! You've been nothing but Hell since—!" the brunet shut out the rest of the sentence, not wanting to hear another word; he made sure to slam the door extra hard before rushing down the metal staircase. The streets were busy, as expected for a Friday afternoon. Everyone around them was going home for the weekend, getting off work, or heading to the night classes for college. Still, he hurried blindly, trying to ignore the pain in his chest.

'Come after me … please, if you love me, come after me …!' He begged inwardly, trying to hold back the tears around strangers. Still, so far there was nothing; just the fast cars, the steady hum of people travelling and talking to one another, and the quiet clicking of the crosswalks. He didn't glance up as the crowd around him moved to cross the street; he simply allowed his feet to follow, finding himself on the other side before he knew it.

5 seconds. 4 seconds.

"Shion!"

The brunet looked up, brown eyes wide as he saw the raven haired running towards him. Down the staircase, past the apartment building, past the crosswalk…

'Nezumi …!' his heart felt lighter. That was enough for now … he was coming after him after all …

There was something wrong. In the matter of a few seconds, he realised that something was not right. Nezumi was already halfway across the pedestrian crossing...

'The crosswalk!' his mind screamed as loud as possible as his brown eyes quickly jumped to the light just past the short raven hair, seeing the red warning light blinking.

"Nezumi!" he tried to warn the man, before he realised it was too late. Instantly the taller man's gaze snapped to the large Yukon coming towards him, quicksilver eyes growing wide in the realisation that he was very much in the way. "NEZUMI!"

+Your palms are sweaty, and I'm barely listening to last demands+

All he could feel was the painful throbbing. Every pulse brought him to feel like a giant needle was stabbing its way through every part of his nervous system. Had he partied too much last night?

Slowly, Nezumi dared himself to open his eyes. He quickly regretted it as he was met with the bright light and dull blue walls. The grey orbs quickly shut.

'I'm in the hospital?' he sighed lightly, wondering slightly what had happened last night. Carefully, slower than before, he opened his eyes again, daring to take in the details. There was a vase of flowers on the table, past the monitors that were hooked up to him. Beyond the table was a wide window, facing the North Ogilvie VI College and the West Village; where he would reside next year. Ah, it was a rather homey view … his gaze turned back to the room and moved to go look at the door, only to freeze and nearly jump as he caught sight of someone sitting, asleep, next to him.

He was … astonishingly odd. He couldn't have been more than a few years younger than himself, but he seemed to have an almost white sheen to his hair, and he could see a nasty glimpse of a scar around his throat. Who was this boy?

Nezumi let out a groan as his head throbbed, which startled the person next to him to start up.

"Huhmmm? Nezumi …?" he was in a drowsy stupor, but … how did he know Nezumi's name? "… Nezumi …? Nezumi? Nezumi, you're awake?"

'Ah! Too loud!' He glared at the white haired boy, hissing in annoyance. "Ow, oh wow, keep it down!" he insisted, pained.

"O-Oh, yes, of course. You're really awake! Oh thank goodness!"

"… Wha—? Were you at the party or something? How bad was I?" he did seem genuinely worried. Had they hooked up last night? Had to be a sophomore or something; he probably dyed his hair to try and be as 'outgoing' as the older kids.

Instead the boy seemed to tilt his head in confusion. "Ah? … Party? Nezumi, are you alright?"

The raven haired boy moved away from the hand that had gone to touch his forehead. "Don't …" he insisted, wincing. "My head … hey, can you get a doctor?"

He realised his entire body felt … unused. It ached, and felt numbed; maybe it had been a week or so…

"Of course, of course …" the white haired kid moved to the door, calling for someone to come. Nezumi noticed that, despite the boyish face, this kid was tall; possibly taller than him. Maybe he was an upperclassman? He moved to get up, but found the white hair's hand on his shoulder. "You … you should stay lying down …"

Nezumi stared up to him, mouth open, ready to grumble, when he was caught up in something- this kid's eyes. They were so … stunning. A pale violet; beautiful, bright, pulsating with life, love, and worry.

'… Who are you?'

Before he could voice his question, the doctor came in.

"Nezumi? Nezumi, how do you feel?"

Honestly, he was starting to panic. What was going on? Why so much worry? Why was he starting to feel like he wasn't in the hospital due to a college party gone wrong?

"Do you know where you are Nezumi?"

"… I … I'm in a hospital, right? N-Near the West Village …" He glanced over at the white haired man, seeing a small glimmer of hope.

"That's right, and what year is it, Nezumi?"

"… 2016, September, isn't it?" Last week had been the last weekend of August … Inukashi had spread word about the party in his apartment just before school would start up again.

"N-Nezumi …?" He was drawn to the violet eyed man's voice, feeling the stare. "N-Nezumi … i-it's … it's 2020 … y-you've … you've been asleep for two years … in a c-coma …"

"Shion, I do suggest that you wait," the doctor said strictly. "We can't shock him back-"

Nezumi didn't hear the rest. 2020? Asleep for two years in a coma? He was twenty-two now? What had happened? Wait, two years? … Since 2018? Wait … he was missing four years of his memory? How could that have possibly happened!

"N-Nezumi …"

"Please wait outside."

He stared after the white haired man. … Four years? Which meant he knew this boy- didn't he? Had they been in class together? Was he a friend? Did he just happen to be nearby the day of … the day of …

"W-What happened?"

+I'm staring at the asphalt wondering what's buried underneath+

Shion waited outside, antsy, as the doctor explained to him to take things slow. Nezumi was in a very fragile state of mind right now. Nezumi was in a very fragile state of mind right now; he would have to adjust slowly, and since the raven haired man had no family left he would be left in Shion's care.

As if Shion didn't know of that … the past two years, Shion had been worrying over the man, always coming to visit after class. He had to re-take his last year at North Ogilvie VI, unable to concentrate on his studies when Nezumi was in the hospital in a coma. Every morning, he'd clean up the apartment then go visit the unconscious man, tidy his room, talk to him and tell him how much he loved him; how sorry he was for getting him nearly killed. Every night he had the nightmare of just watching the … the catastrophe of Nezumi's accident.

How the heavy car didn't even screech to a stop until the man it hit had already flown onto the hood of the car parked at the edge of a rival lane; the torture of seeing, as if in slow motion, Nezumi impacting, his head breaking the windshield; of him bloody and broken ... How Shion didn't even notice he'd moved himself to get closer to Nezumi, just to have the Yukon that hit the raven-haired ram into his side and nearly run him over, how his head had nearly shattered the window he'd been forced against- glass and rocks scratching up and scarring parts of his own body. How Nezumi would not wake up!

… He hadn't even noticed the stress had gotten to him until Safu pointed out how white his hair was getting.

After months of showing no signs of coming out of his coma, Shion knew he would have to go back to school the following year. Nezumi would kill him for dropping out in the first place…

Now though … now Nezumi was back. He was awake, but he didn't remember Shion. When Nezumi said the date he assumed it was he knew they were doomed. In 2016, Shion and Nezumi hadn't met yet; Shion had been a freshman, Nezumi a sophomore, back in college. They hadn't meet until Nezumi had passed him and Safu outside, sharing cake after Safu sang "Happy Birthday" to him … and Nezumi had joined in with her singing, sat next to them, and asked for a small slice. They'd passed each other before in the halls, but that had been the first time ever Nezumi had talked to him. He said he fell in love with Shion's 'real' eyes …

"Just sign these papers, and we'll release him to you."

Shion snapped out of his memories, realising he was crying. The man nodded, and quickly signed the waver with a shaky hand.

"I-I … is this really okay? H-He's okay with it?"

"Well, you two are roommates, and you are the only documented person on his medical papers as any possible, reliable person."…

He nodded, standing and going back to the room. The words echoed in his head. 'Take it slow.'

"… So … you're my roommate?" Nezumi was still in the bed, holding the picture frame Shion had put above his head when he had missed six months of the real world. The picture of him and Nezumi in their new flat when it was still empty, nothing but a mattress on the floor and a laptop.

"Y-Yeah … my name's Shion …" He attempted a smile.

"… Shion," the raven haired tested the name, smiling lightly. "So this is you? Brown hair? Brown eyes? Flawless skin? What happened? You look worse than I do, and I'm the one in the hospital bed."

When he chuckled, Shion felt relieved. He was still the sarcastic and ill-mannered man he'd been so fond of.

"… Stress." He chuckled back, sounding pathetic. "The hair I mean …"

"Ah. That's a lot of stress. Not over me I hope."

"Not all of it's your fault. There's school too. And my mom's wedding."

"A wedding? Stressful? Ah, isn't that a happy event?" He moved his legs over the side of the bed, putting bare feet on the dull linoleum floor.

"Well, my friend and I had to plan it so … no, not really. Plus, you couldn't go so …"

"Oh? Was I invited?"

"You would have been. My mom thinks of you as a second son," his voice cracked and he didn't notice.

"… What about that scar on you? Or your eyes? You're brown eyed here." He waved the picture again.

"… I tried to save you during the accident …" Shion bit back the tears as the scene played for the billionth time. "… Oh, my eyes? I usually wear coloured contacts; people get a little freaked out-"

"I think they're nice." he cut the smaller boy off. "…How does one acquire eyes like those … um, Shion?"

Shion nodded, letting him know he got the name right. "It's just a trait one's born with." A wave of nostalgia hit him, feeling the déjà vu' as if he were a freshman, explaining it to the upperclassman who had stolen a piece of cherry cake. "It's usually an albino trait but, not always … I'm infertile." He added quietly.

"That must be awful for your lover." The smile stung Shion more than the words. Nezumi made a move to get up, and Shion foresaw the problem before it happened. He quickly made it to the shaggy haired man's side, helping him up as he nearly fell to the floor.

"W-Why don't you sit down Nezumi? You just woke up from acoma and broken bones, t-there's no way you're ready to walk yet!" Sure, without the doctor's permission, when Shion visited and was left alone, he'd move the man's body a bit to give it some sort of exercise when he could, but there was no way that was enough to support the body of 63 kilograms.

+Where I am+

Nezumi had allowed himself to be wheel chaired out, and even allowed Shion to help him into the passenger's seat of the car. Shion marked inwardly it was the man's first time that he allowed Shion to help him up the stairs to their apartment without complaining. However, when he made it to the couch, Nezumi pushed himself to stand the moment Shion took his violet eyes off him.

"W-What are you doing!"

"I'm not going to sit around doing nothing!" he snapped, colours blooming now that they were away from the hospital. "… I can't just … sit in a wheelchair. I'm going to walk."

"…I missed that pride of yours …" Shion chuckled lightly. "But, as your- your roommate, I insist you take the wheelchair."

"As owner of my body, I disagree," he growled, legs shaking as he used the back of the settee to steady him. "I'm not going to be chaperoned around—around …" Big grey eyes looked over at Shion, who was in the small kitchen. "… Shion … I'm not in school anymore, am I?"

Shion walked over to the man, offering to help him sit. At first, he only got a cold glare, but when he jolted and almost fell under his own weight, he practically stumbled into the shorter man, was caught, and promptly so put back onto the couch.

"I can't help you if you won't listen," he scolded. "… But no, you're right. You're not in school anymore Nezumi. You're twenty-two, and all grown up."

"… So what do I do?"

"You were working at the theatre a few blocks away from here; and over at the nightclub … but that was… a while ago. Once we get you up and functioning without the sofa, I'm sure they'd love to take you back."

Nezumi couldn't help but let out a small laugh at the joke, even if it was at his expense. "So you're going to be watching me huh? … Take me to that stupid therapy session the doctor mentioned? You're going to keep us going? … I was working two jobs, how are you alone going to support us?" The grey eyes were almost daring.

"I have work and outside help. I'm not a child anymore Nezumi, don't challenge me." The shorter man stared back, not sure of his own expression. "… I'm going to take good care of us."

Shion moved to kneel in front of the older man, feeling so torn. Nezumi had taken good care of them. They went out to eat whenever they could, or Shion would cook whatever exotic recipe he'd found on the internet; they'd never once worried about rent. While Nezumi was gone, Safu had often invited him over for meals, and the rent went down out of the landlord's sympathy and love for the two tenants. Now … everything was on his shoulders. He was going to return every favour Nezumi had given him.

"… I'm going to take good care of us," he said again, taking hold of the raven hair's hands, smiling meekly. "First I'm going to give you a haircut, because I have never seen you with hair that long."

+Where I am+

"If he tells me 'heel to toe, heel to toe' one more time, I'm shoving the fucking walker-"

"He's just trying to help," Shion argued helplessly as the raven haired growled swears under his breath. "Hey, three months and on a walker… that's amazing Nezumi."

"I'd be doing better if he'd stop making me stay on the simplest exercises-!"

"No, you wouldn't," the white haired interjected as he pulled into their apartment's parking space.

"What's that mean?"

"Nezumi … three months and you're on a walker. That's… that's incredible. Hardly even believable. It takes people years to get that far … you're this far because of how determined you are, but you still have to do the exercises. Please just …" he sighed, trailing off.

The elder stayed quiet, fixing the grey scarf he was wearing, feeling guilty. After all, it was Shion and the mother of the boy he'd yet to meet that were keeping them at a stable income … that was the reason he was able to even get to therapy.

"… Yeah…" he said pathetically. "You're right."

Shion smiled as he hoped out of the driver's seat and over to Nezumi's side to set the walker in front of the now open door. Nezumi stubbornly pulled himself out of the opening before nearly collapsing on the four legged contraption, exhausted from the exercises even if he wouldn't admit it.

Shion kept his eyes on Nezumi as he led him upstairs. The last time he'd tried to walk behind him—just in case—he'd nearly been hit with the elder's walker in annoyance, and given a sharp, 'I'm not weak!'

He opened the door to their apartment, going straight to the bedroom to change for school. It had been odd that first day … trying to keep things … 'slow'.

"… There are a lot of pictures of us, aren't there?" Nezumi's grey eyes scanned over the photos on the walls.

"… You're my best friend Nezumi," Shion said pathetically, trying to smile. "… Is it too weird?"

"… Can we just … take a few down? I mean, I like them but really, isn't this a lot?"

Shion, needless to say, had removed a majority, storing them in a box that was now on the top shelf in their wardrobe. Every day, when he moved to get changed, he frowned at the box and at the new stab of pain it brought.

"…There's only one bed," Nezumi pointed out as Shion led him to the room.

"… W-Well, we take turns using it." The violet eyed laughed softly. "… Since we both wanted a big bed, and there's not a whole lot of room—"

"I get it," the older hushed him quickly. "… I don't mind sleeping on the couch. You must have gotten used to using it."

"N-No! You need to use the bed! It'll help you! I don't mind the couch, honest! B-Besides, I think I've gotten more than my fair share," Shion insisted.

He pulled out a clean shirt; the sweater Safu had given him last Christmas, and a pair of pants to replace his pyjamas. Ah, morning therapy … just the wakeup call he needed to clean the house and finish last-second fixes on his homework before picking Nezumi up.

"Lunch is in the fridge, just warm it up. I hope you like stew."

"If I liked it last week, I'll love it today." Nezumi laughed from the couch, waiting politely as Shion got dressed. "Hey, that girl who came over the other day … um … Safu. She's your girlfriend, right?"

Shion passed the older, fixing his book bag. "Oh…no, no, sorry." He answered, almost distractedly.

"Why not? She's nice."

"… She's not really … my type …"

"Type?"

"…I'm going to be late Nezu-"

"I'm going to harass you when you get home you know." The man smirked.

"… I believe you." Shion chuckled, exiting the apartment and locking it behind him.

+*The Visitor*+

Elusive Illusions: So, here is my first fanfiction to be posted. I have notebooks full of these, so as soon as this one's done, be prepared for more! In the meantime, please review this story so I know whether or not I should continue. There's still a few more chapters to come~

*Thank you YourFlawedDesign for talking to me about possible reasons for violet eyes. I get Shion could have also had a recessive trait given to him if both his parents were blue eyed, but Karan is not and we don't know who his father is so …

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