A/N: Done! Finished! Gosh, it's been such a pleasure working on this story and it's so sad to see it end. For all good stories comes a finale though, and all good stories come to an end, as we all know. I've included a small surprise for you readers though involving DogKeeper, and I hope you like it!

Please review! And enjoy the chapter everyone!

Disclaimer: Hah! The last time I say this in this story. I don't own ANYTHING No. 6 related. Only the plot and Kali.

Chapter 11: Finale Part Two

Kali rolled a golden coin between her fingers as she lounged atop a sturdy roof, stroking the fur of a purring cat. Draped over her other arm was a bloodied dress she'd lended Shion, though she was less than pleased at the state in which it was returned. As the boy had promised, he'd given her the other half of her payment...in which her cats found inside the folded article of clothing behind the waste bins of the dark alley and alerted her to.

"The boy kept his end of the deal..." She pondered, rolling the gold coin over with her long, sharp nails. "How bewildering."

"Shion will always find a way to astound you." A voice came up from behind her, scaring off the stray cat she was petting. "He's the most puzzling human I've ever met."

Kali gave a feral smiled and stood to face the not entirely unwelcome intruder. "DogKeeper, how nice to see you."

DogKeeper waved away the greeting. "Yeah, yeah. Let's get straight to the point here."

"Which is?"

"The deal as I recall was that I send you customers and you give me fifteen percent of the profits from whatever job you are asked of." DogKeeper recited. "Shion honors his side of any bargain. Question is, do you?"

Kali smoothly walked with a cat-like grace over to where DogKeeper stood. "If payment is what you want, payment is what you'll get."

DogKeeper stiffened as a delicate hand slipped around his lower back and pressed him close. Smooth lips met his before he could refuse, tongue prying in and mapping out each and every curve and dip. Unable to retaliate, DogKeeper was struck still and paralyzed as warmth flooded his cheeks and pooled in his gut. Tracing the teeth with the tip of her tongue and biting his lower lip gently, she retracted her lips and stepped back in surprise.

"It can't be!" She gasped in revelation.

Eyes widening at the woman's realization, DogKeeper stepped forward. "Don't say it! Don't you dare say it!"

As always though, she didn't care to listen.

"You're a girl!"

DogKeeper blushed, her face hot with frustration at herself and at someone discovering the secret she'd been hiding since her mother taught her to walk ...albeit on four legs. "That's not the kind of payment I was referring to and you know it!"

"Oh, but why hide your gender?" Kali wondered. "Certainly you could have come this far being who you are instead of pretending to be something you're not."

"This is who I am!" DogKeeper barked at her. "And if you tell a soul about it I will personally feed you to my friends!"

"Oh, I intend to keep this hush hush." Kali brushed her index finger over her lower lip tauntingly, before whispering in DogKeeper's ear. "It'd be more fun keeping this grand discovery all to myself."

The ear grew red from the close proximity, and DogKeeper hid her blush behind a fist, averting her eyes.

It didn't work, for Kali broke her defenses and gave DogKeeper another kiss before leaping off the roof in a grand exit.

Only ten minutes later did DogKeeper realize she still didn't have her cut of the money and she erupted in a colorful array of curse words.

"You weren't supposed to get up." Shion lectured a poor Nezumi who stood just in front of the book case.

It was two days after the performance, and Shion was delighted to see Nezumi's condition gradually getting better. At an increasing rate, no less. On day two, the bandages came off to let the skin breathe a little and it made a world of difference.

However, Shion had been having difficulty making sure his patient stayed put in bed, and Nezumi's insistence wasn't making it any easier for him. Only today had Shion learned from Tom, who was told by Steve who had heard from the director...that Nezumi had gotten up out of bed to walk over and see Shion in the Tempest play. Now he stood in front of the nuance who blatantly refused to be a burden on those around him (which he wasn't).

"What? And miss out on my prodigy's first performance?" Nezumi put forth his argument as he crossed his arms over his chest and leaned lightly against the bookcase.

"It's been three days, your injuries-"

"My injuries are fine." Nezumi assured Shion before leaning down to capture his mouth with his own, missing and longing for the sweet taste of Shion.

Shion pounded weakly at Nezumi's chest before melting in his kiss. When the kiss finally broke apart, Nezumi wondered at the quiet Shion pressing his head against his chest. Nezumi didn't break the silence, but simply wrapped his arms around his Shion, hands grazing his lower back in their embrace.

A couple minutes passed like this. Finally, Shion spoke up.

"I killed another one, didn't I?"

Nezumi shook his head. "It's a kill or be killed world out there. You had to."

"Yeah, I know."

Silence reigned between them and Nezumi held Shion tighter. He whistled once, and two of the three rats skittered across the floor to the exit and the third, Hamlet, squeaked once before leaving with the rest to go patrol the perimeter. Silence reined between the two of them once more, until Nezumi found a topic he had wanted to address for some time, but never got to mention in the last few days.

"Who taught you how to fight like that?" Nezumi asked, brushing his hand up and down Shion's back, his thumb rubbing against the cloth of his shirt.

"DogKeeper."

"I'll have to have a word with him later."

Shion huffed a short laugh under Nezumi's chin. Seriousness overcame Shion's expression though, as he looked worriedly at Nezumi. "That man deserved worse than death for what he did to you."

Nezumi should have been worried about such morbid thoughts coming from his Shion, but instead he found those words comforting. Shion had a darker side, and he had seen it twice now. This time, Shion's eyes had been clear when he pulled the trigger. He was in his right mind. Now that he could fire a gun and defend himself, Shion no longer had to depend on Nezumi to rescue him. Some part of him crooned sadly at the loss, somewhat saddened that he was no longer needed.

Seems like Shion has been the real Hamlet in this story. Nezumi reflected, inwardly smiling at the strange parallel between the start of their relationship as friends, and the start of the relationship as lovers. Even though he knew Shion had become stronger, he found that he could never leave him.

"You are mine, Nezumi." Shion whispered quietly, jostling the boy from his thoughts. "Alright? Mine. No one else's."

Nezumi smiled reassuringly. "Always."

"I-I..." Shion started his request, but stumbled in forming it altogether. Frustrated at not being able to get the words out, Shion dragged Nezumi over to the bed, gently but intensely threw him down, and pinned him by the shoulders.

If it wasn't for the redness of Shion's cheeks, Nezumi would have thought the boy just wanted him to stay put and rest for once. As it was, Nezumi noticed the heat from the skin his fingers brushed beneath Shion's shirt and the scarlet red eyes were full of warmth and intention.

Nezumi, shocked at the white-head's initiative, froze in place with wide eyes. His gaze locked with Shion's, and loosened into a warm smile.

"Can I have you?" Shion asked, his lips a thin line of nervous pressure, but his eyes eager and determined.

"Of course-"

"No, I mean...can I have you? Like, all of you?" Shion blushed from the words escaping his mouth but he couldn't prevent them from bursting out in a flourish. "When I saw you on the floor...at the mercy of that man I couldn't stand the sight of it. I'm easily jealous. In fact, I'm downright possessive and if there's one thing I've learned it's that I love you. More than I can express with words. I-I want..."

"Shion." Nezumi lifted a hand up to the boy and reached around the nape of his neck, pulling him down until their foreheads touched and their breaths mingled. Shion's white fringe fell down onto Nezumi's eyes and face, draping them both in an isolated warmth. "Yes, I'm yours. I always have been." He smirked, "Alway will be."

Shion broke into a smile and leaned down eagerly, kissing Nezumi as though his life depended on it. The press of lips and brush of tongue was eagerly reciprocated on Nezumi's end, and each made quick work of each other's clothes; throwing them carelessly across the room in random directions.

Shion let his fingers trace the skin of Nezumi's chest, which had healed fast over the last couple of days. The chest heaved with each breath, the muscles stretching and releasing, no sign of wincing in pain, or shudder of breath.

All healed...good. It really has been too long. Shion let his fingers graze the sides as his head lowered to pleasure the spectacle in front of him. He smiled as a quick breath of surprise came from Nezumi's mouth, before the raven haired wonder reached up to entwine his fingers in Shion's soft, flaxen locks.

Shion's mouth trailed from collarbone to collarbone, open mouthed kisses gracing the soft skin like flower petals before lowering to lick the two softer spots below.

His efforts were rewarded with a moan from above and he continued, the skin beneath him growing warmer at the touch. He let his hands trickle soft as sin downward to Nezumi's knees, bringing the knees up to massage the undersides of Nezumi's thighs with the circular motions of his thumbs.

Nezumi found himself breathing hard, his breath hot and heavy. Though the pleasure he felt right then was nothing compare to the pure ecstasy he felt next.

While Shion's hands continued to massage Nezumi's legs, his mouth lowered further and further down his chest, marveling at every touch of skin. His hot breath landed on Nezumi's member before putting Nezumi into his mouth, his scarlet gaze warm from the intense heat.

A sharp intake graced Shion's ears and he looked up. The fingers in Nezumi's left hand gripped hard in Shion's hair, but were careful to not harm or pull. His face was a bleating red, his eyes scrunched up in desire and his mouth open and heavily breathing. Shion loved the sight of it, and found pride in the fact that he could make Nezumi melt into a hot mess.

It seemed Shion was an even heavier drug for Nezumi than the one he previously endured. Nezumi smiled and considered letting Shion in on his witty little thought, but the tongue on his member distracted him from all thoughts, causing him to let his head tilt back and hit the pillow, baring his neck and moaning to the ceiling.

Fuck talking.

Nezumi then let out a groan of surprise when he felt an intrusion near his lower regions, a feeling so tight and alien it made him gasp.

"Easy, Nesumi." Shion breathed, his lips brushing against the skin of his groin. "Tell me if you want to stop, okay? I'll give you the same curtesy you gave me on my first time."

"Unnng." Nezumi shook his head to clear it. "Don't...stop."

Shion grinned. He let a second finger follow the first, and scissored them to help Nezumi open up a bit more. By now Shion could hardly contain himself any longer, he wanted Nezumi so bad; but he scolded himself for his impatience.

Not that he needed to.

"Don't hold back, you idiot." Nezumi ground out between gritted teeth. Instead of waiting for Shion to prepare him further, he grasped Shion's wrist and pulled his fingers out. He then, to Shion's surprise, poised Shion's pulsing member right above his entrance, shooting him an intense gaze. "Fuck me, Shion. Fuck me to your hearts content."

Shion's face blushed five different shades of red. All he could do was nod, and move forward.

"Ahhn..." Nezumi fell back to the sheets, his body wriggling and his nerves dancing from the intensity. The pain was nothing compared to the whips and scorns of time his life had bestowed him, but the immense pleasure was simply agony. The tightness and movement pushing deeper and deeper...

All his life he'd been alone. Before he'd ever met Shion, Nezumi had felt empty and shallow. His heart hollow but built strong to survive the harshness of reality. Strong, and hollow.

But now Nezumi felt completely full for the first time in his life.

So this...this is what it feels like. Nezumi let the moist drops fall from his astonished eyes before allowing his eyelids to flicker, and fall. His mouth agape and letting loose a sound so foreign, he would never had believed it could have originated from himself. It feels...too good to be true.

His heart pounded with a fever, his body arching with a mind of its own. His toes curled and his fingers fisted the sheets. In the back of his mind he saw stars, but his thoughts had never been so clear. Every touch of skin on skin, every moan and gasp that lifted off his tongue, every shuddering breath was felt and cherished.

The black of night was heated with the fire of skin against skin, the hitch of breaths, and moans of pleasure. Every nightmare each of them had faced were blown away in their passion, and all that mattered was that they were here...and that they had each other safe in their arms.