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"I bet you get bored, don't ya?" Generally, Sherlock would have had great pleasure in correcting this poor choice of words, but, although he hated to admit it, the scruffy cabbie had his complete and undivided attention. Well, the cabbie and the unknown pill he was admiring between finger and thumb. "I know you do; man like you. So clever." Flattery. He was flattering him, even now, when he was barely listening. "But what's the point of being clever if you can't prove it." It wasn't a question. It was a statement. Truth, pure and unspoilt. He held the pill up to the light and examined it further. It had an overpowering beauty that he

#Contains 16+ material, mature in the next part!# The dawn was setting slowly, both Nezumi and Sion we're quietly spending their time in Nezumi's room. Nezumi was flipping through pages of a book, but soon placed the book in the bookshelf and went to his bed, dropped himself into it staring at the ceiling. ''I'm going to sleep now. Would you mind darkness?'' He exhaled, mildly sighing. ''It's okay.'' Sion blew out the only candle that lit the small underground room. And stood up from the sofa he was sitting on while sipping a warm drink. Nezumi turned his back towards the room facing the wall-side of the bed. He pinched a tiny crack in