Nada de macarrão instantâneo picante e cozido demais. Nada de contas matemáticas alternadas de comentários sarcásticos. Nada de cabelos da cor da lua e abraços repentinos, que o fariam corar. Nada de filmes ruins com finais felizes e ou noites inteiras de respirações compassadas. Finalmente, nenhum afago e nenhum beijo, além dos situados em seus mais remotos sonhos. Nezumi não sabia se foi pela posição, mas uma tosse esquisita o tomou de súbito, sua garganta seca como farinha, o pulmão apertado como se prendesse alguma coisa. Cuspiu algo de estranho que grudara em sua língua, e não pôde mensurar sua surpresa quando reparou que, contra os claros lençóis de pano, destacavam-se uma dúzia de pétalas. Pétalas finas, compridas e lilases, juntas por um centro tão amarelado quando o Sol em tardes de verão: Aster tataricus era sua espécie, Rato sabia, pois era popularmente conhecida como Shion no Japão.

No dia em que Shion e Nezumi se mudaram para o novo apartamento no extremo da antiga No.6 - e repito, somente nessa hora - perceberam que havia apenas um quarto. Rato se ofereceu para dormir no sofá, é claro, mas Shion lhe disse que como haviam duas camas de solteiro, então não teria problema. Até aí, tudo certo, cada um dormiria em uma parede. Ótimo. A questão foi que, para surpresa de Nezumi, Shion juntou as duas camas no terceiro dia em que estavam ali. Ficou sem reação no começo, quase "engessado", mas dormir ao lado do garoto se tornou algo natural mais rápido do que o próprio imaginara. Continuavam no limite da divisória dos colchões e cada um possuía um cobertor individual, mas a presença quente, viva, de alguém (não qualquer um - Shion) a seu lado sempre que precisasse pegar no sono era, no mínimo, absolutamente reconfortante. E bom. E quando eles eventualmente davam as mãos era.... muitas mais outras coisas que Nezumi nunca teria coragem de dizer na frente do platinado. Sendo assim, era de se esperar que Nezumi se encontrasse perplexo quando, em um não-tão-belo-dia, Shion separasse os móveis novamente.

onde Shion é um garoto trans que está passando pela pior fase da sua vida, o romance escolar. Apaixonado por seu melhor amigo que nunca demonstrou interesse romântico no albino, Shion também tem que aceitar não ser um garoto cis sempre tendo suas crises de disforia e dupla personalidade.

It's been three years since Nezumi left. Thanks to everybody chipping in, No.6 has been rebuilt. Shion's health is slowly depleting- he knows that his time is limited. In desparation, he journeys out into the unknown beyond the walls, hoping to see Nezumi one last time before his life comes to an end.

The story takes place in the "ideal" and perfect city known as "No.6". Shion, a boy raised in the elite and privileged environment of his home, gives shelter to another boy, who only gives his name as "Rat" on the former's 12th birthday. What Shion soon discovers is how drastically life will change after meeting with the mysterious Rat, whom he had saved one unforgettable, stormy night. This is not my story, it's Atsuko Asamo's and I can publish this because of http://9th-ave.blogspot.mx/

The story takes place in the "ideal" and perfect city known as "No.6". Shion, a boy raised in the elite and privileged environment of his home, gives shelter to another boy, who only gives his name as "Rat" on the former's 12th birthday. What Shion soon discovers is how drastically life will change after meeting with the mysterious Rat, whom he had saved one unforgettable, stormy night. This is not my story, it's Atsuko Asamo's and I can publish this because of http://9th-ave.blogspot.mx/

The story takes place in the "ideal" and perfect city known as "No.6". Shion, a boy raised in the elite and privileged environment of his home, gives shelter to another boy, who only gives his name as "Rat" on the former's 12th birthday. What Shion soon discovers is how drastically life will change after meeting with the mysterious Rat, whom he had saved one unforgettable, stormy night. This is not my story, it's Atsuko Asamo's and I can publish this because of http://9th-ave.blogspot.mx/

The story takes place in the "ideal" and perfect city known as "No.6". Shion, a boy raised in the elite and privileged environment of his home, gives shelter to another boy, who only gives his name as "Rat" on the former's 12th birthday. What Shion soon discovers is how drastically life will change after meeting with the mysterious Rat, whom he had saved one unforgettable, stormy night. This is not my story, it's Atsuko Asamo's and I can publish this because of http://9th-ave.blogspot.mx/

The story takes place in the "ideal" and perfect city known as "No.6". Shion, a boy raised in the elite and privileged environment of his home, gives shelter to another boy, who only gives his name as "Rat" on the former's 12th birthday. What Shion soon discovers is how drastically life will change after meeting with the mysterious Rat, whom he had saved one unforgettable, stormy night. This is not my story, it's Atsuko Asamo's and I can publish this because of http://9th-ave.blogspot.mx/

One rare, peaceful day in the West Block -- Shion, who chose to remain in No. 6 after its destruction -- Nezumi, who wanders like the wind. And finally, the secret of Shion's father. Vivid fragments are cut out from the lives of each, instilling spirit back into the story whose end was a sore parting for many. This is not my story, it's Atsuko Asamo's and I can publish this because of http://9th-ave.blogspot.mx/