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a hand suddenly reached over to him. it was nezumi's. it gently pried shion's fist open, finger by finger, gently, as if toying with it.

"i look horrible. my hair is a mess, my face is dirty―it doesn't get worse than this. even the witches from macbeth wouldn't want to come near me. i can imagine the look of horror on my manager's face if he were to see me like this."."you look good enough to me.".

their lips overlapped. it was a searing, but gentle, passionate kiss. "was that a. goodbye kiss?"."a vow." nezumi smiled. "reunion will come, shion.".

invited along by nezumi's voice, shion had smiled, and seen the sky.

'i'm standing here and facing you in all seriousness.' those words were heavy―so heavy that shion found them hard to vocalize.

there were so many things he still needed to tell nezumi. the joy of meeting him, the gratitude for everything he had done for him, and the profound respect he had for him―shion had not been able to get any of these adequately across.

"i want to know. i want to know because there are still so many things i don't know.".

"don't go naming my mice without permission."."well, you wouldn't name them yourself," said shion, unfazed. "―he seems to like it a lot. right, hamlet?".

shion's white hair shimmered orange, lit by the light of the heater. he never said it out loud, but nezumi liked shion's hair. he thought it was much more beautiful than the black hair he had before.

'what has trapped you and kept you here? would i be able to cut these chains free? could i cut my chains of hatred? and shion, who binds me? would i be liberated?'.

nezumi had been prepared for shion to become shackles that bound his ankles. but there was also the opposite. there was a possibility that he himself would become the fetters that bound shion's wrists.

"What, can’t accept that I came back for your sake?" Grabbing Shion’s arm, Nezumi pulled him close. Shion had intentionally created distance between them, but Nezumi broke it down by force.

they were connected more closely, more intimately to each other than anyone else. he had been avoidant and apprehensive towards this relationship, but nevertheless he could never completely sever it; somewhere in his heart he had desired it. .

'when we've run past the finish line, will you still be laughing? will you be smiling as you are, unchanged from now?'.

'we really are saying good-bye.' nezumi had finally felt the reality of their parting in his flesh as he watched shion’s profile, with the boy’s lips pursed in a stiff, almost grumpy, line. 'tomorrow, i’ll be leaving. shion will stay, and i will leave.'.