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Title: Once Upon on a Rainy Day
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fonulyn
Rating: PG
Pairing: Die and Kaoru
Disclaimer: I do NOT own any of the persons mentioned in this nor have any connections with them. I do NOT get any money from this, and it's written solely for entertainment purposes meaning no harm.
Comments: It rained. We had a hard day’s work behind us, chopping my grandmother firewood and other stuff like that. I got an inspiration and when we had a break from work I typed this down. This has been a bad day this far, and I'm not completely happy with the fic either... I don’t know if there’s any logic in it at all, and I don’t know how it turned out really^^ So be nice and make me happy by commenting.
Once Upon on a Rainy Day
Rain has always held some special meaning for me. I don’t know what it is, maybe there is an artist deep inside of me that likes the mystic atmosphere that veils everything when it rains hard. Or then I am somehow a melancholic person and the rain just suits me better than bright sunshine. It might be that there really is no special reason, and I just have developed some sort of liking to the rain on my own.
It was raining hard again. I had spent the whole day sitting on the couch with my guitar and a crumpled piece of paper with some notes scribbled on it. Somehow I always seemed to get my best ideas when the weather was like this, rain drumming against the window and water creating random patterns along the cold surface of the glass. Behind that particular window there was just another building, but as I was in the first floor I could see the tree that grew just beside it. I have no idea how the tree had decided to stay there, since no one had really planted it or taken care of it. Still it had staid and this time I had been staring at it.
The tree reminded me of myself then. Alone against the pouring rain, standing there with the power of its mere stubbornness and the will to make it. It didn’t matter how many people there were around me, somehow I always had felt I needed to cope on my own, not to show my weaknesses to anyone. There are only three persons in this whole world that know for sure that I even have weaknesses.
One of those persons I am myself. I know how insecure I can sometimes be, and how much doubts there can be in my mind although I always play the all-knowing leader. Another is my best friend. Countless times we have spent together, laughing, drinking, talking and just being, and he knows almost as much of me as I know myself. Not all though, and I bet he would be surprised if I someday told him how much there is that’s bothering me.
The sound of ringing doorbell interrupted me from my thoughts and I dragged myself up from the soft couch. Placing my precious guitar on the seat I had occupied only seconds ago I headed to the door, not really anxious to meet anyone. I would’ve preferred to dwell in my thoughts alone. On the other hand, what would it have helped, I would’ve just gone through all the things again and notice that I still couldn’t control every aspect of my life the way I would want to.
Being the perfectionist I am, I also want to give the impression that I am always where I’m needed. So I couldn’t have staid on the couch under any kind of circumstances, since who knows, the one behind that door might need my help desperately. Or just want to punch my face in, how should I know. Still I needed to go and open the damn door.
As soon as the door swung open I was confronted with a pair of deep brown eyes of the third person who is allowed to see how weak I can be. He was soaking wet; his red hair was sticking to his forehead and cheeks although he tried to brush it off, his clothes were practically hanging heavy on him and he had folded his arms across his chest to get even a tiny bit of warmth. For a moment I just stood there, too surprised to see him there, especially without an umbrella or anything. I don’t know why, but he just stood there without saying a word before I spoke first.
“Die? What the hell are you trying, you’ll get yourself sick or something.” I didn’t care to cover the annoyance and the worry in my voice, and stared at him admonishingly as he just kept on standing in the rain without making a move to come in.
“I came to get you.”
I couldn’t believe I had heard right. Came to get me? To where? And why? Besides, who the hell does he think he is, coming to my door and just telling me he came to get me. No one needs to tell him that I would follow him anywhere and whenever he decided to ask or command me. I can at least keep up the image that I am in control of my own actions.
“Came to get me? Why?” I must’ve sounded utterly dumb, since that wide grin of his slowly spread over his face.
“Just get in the car and stop asking questions.”
Needless to say, I followed him to his car. But not without grabbing an umbrella and opening it so I wouldn’t be as soaked as he already seemed to be. The engine was already running, so as soon as I closed the door behind myself he took off, speeding along the driveway.
I have to admit that I was a bit nervous. Not because I wouldn’t have trusted him, but only because I like to know where I’m going. Someone might say that I always wanted to know everything, and I can’t really deny that. It just is that usually I know everything that I need, everything that concerns me and my life. He is the only random factor in my life, bringing this kind of surprises.
He was clutching the steering wheel almost knuckles white, and I could tell it was because he was cold. I don’t know how long he had been standing behind my door before he rang the bell, but judging by he looked it was quite a long while. I stared at him from the corner of my eye, softly chewing on my lower lip and pondering if I should ask him what was this all about.
Neither of us said a thing during the drive. He kept his eyes on the road, and I kept my eyes on him, looking slightly questioning in case he might take a glance towards me. I snapped back to reality when the car stopped, brakes squeaking. I didn’t know where we were, and I turned fully towards him and even opened my mouth already to ask. However I was only facing his back, as he had already opened the door and stepped outside from the vehicle.
It took a moment before I realized that he had gone to the pouring rain again. Another moment I spent there thinking if I should follow him or stay there safe from the water, waiting until he decided to come back. I took my umbrella and carefully stepped outside, trying to shelter myself with it. The wind was blowing so hard that the umbrella was hardly of any use, and soon I was almost as wet as Die was. Still I held stubbornly on the thing that was supposed to keep me dry.
“Isn’t it fascinating how the rain is so strong?” I flinched a bit as his words cut through the rain and reached my ears. He was standing a bit further from the car, looking somewhere in the distance, back facing me. I took a few steps closer, accidentally stepping in a small puddle of water and getting my shoe filled with water. This time I knew to expect his next words, and only continued on my way closer.
“Some things just are stronger than I am.”
I was already standing beside him, and turned to look at him. He was smiling slightly, and looked at me through the rain. I had the vague feeling he wasn’t just talking about this amount of water falling down on us, and I nodded. “You don’t need to be stronger than everything. Sometimes it’s better just let the things flow through you.” I kept my voice soft, and tried to smile at him despite the cold that made me shiver already.
Then, at that moment when he looked at me I knew what he meant. It was there, clear in the depths of his eyes that he cherished something for me, something even stronger than our friendship. But it also was clear that he would never admit it. It was something sacred, something not to be destroyed by too hasty words, and so he had decided to keep quiet.
I knew it anyway, and when I looked back at him, I know he saw that I mirror the feelings. He was smiling although the cold rain was still pouring on us, and I bet he was freezing as much as I was. Still that smile lighted up my day, and I couldn’t help but smile back at him. It seemed as if he wanted me to know, why else would he have dragged me here today, in the pouring rain?
Somehow I didn’t even notice that it was raining anymore.
Author:
fonulynRating: PG
Pairing: Die and Kaoru
Disclaimer: I do NOT own any of the persons mentioned in this nor have any connections with them. I do NOT get any money from this, and it's written solely for entertainment purposes meaning no harm.
Comments: It rained. We had a hard day’s work behind us, chopping my grandmother firewood and other stuff like that. I got an inspiration and when we had a break from work I typed this down. This has been a bad day this far, and I'm not completely happy with the fic either... I don’t know if there’s any logic in it at all, and I don’t know how it turned out really^^ So be nice and make me happy by commenting.
Rain has always held some special meaning for me. I don’t know what it is, maybe there is an artist deep inside of me that likes the mystic atmosphere that veils everything when it rains hard. Or then I am somehow a melancholic person and the rain just suits me better than bright sunshine. It might be that there really is no special reason, and I just have developed some sort of liking to the rain on my own.
It was raining hard again. I had spent the whole day sitting on the couch with my guitar and a crumpled piece of paper with some notes scribbled on it. Somehow I always seemed to get my best ideas when the weather was like this, rain drumming against the window and water creating random patterns along the cold surface of the glass. Behind that particular window there was just another building, but as I was in the first floor I could see the tree that grew just beside it. I have no idea how the tree had decided to stay there, since no one had really planted it or taken care of it. Still it had staid and this time I had been staring at it.
The tree reminded me of myself then. Alone against the pouring rain, standing there with the power of its mere stubbornness and the will to make it. It didn’t matter how many people there were around me, somehow I always had felt I needed to cope on my own, not to show my weaknesses to anyone. There are only three persons in this whole world that know for sure that I even have weaknesses.
One of those persons I am myself. I know how insecure I can sometimes be, and how much doubts there can be in my mind although I always play the all-knowing leader. Another is my best friend. Countless times we have spent together, laughing, drinking, talking and just being, and he knows almost as much of me as I know myself. Not all though, and I bet he would be surprised if I someday told him how much there is that’s bothering me.
The sound of ringing doorbell interrupted me from my thoughts and I dragged myself up from the soft couch. Placing my precious guitar on the seat I had occupied only seconds ago I headed to the door, not really anxious to meet anyone. I would’ve preferred to dwell in my thoughts alone. On the other hand, what would it have helped, I would’ve just gone through all the things again and notice that I still couldn’t control every aspect of my life the way I would want to.
Being the perfectionist I am, I also want to give the impression that I am always where I’m needed. So I couldn’t have staid on the couch under any kind of circumstances, since who knows, the one behind that door might need my help desperately. Or just want to punch my face in, how should I know. Still I needed to go and open the damn door.
As soon as the door swung open I was confronted with a pair of deep brown eyes of the third person who is allowed to see how weak I can be. He was soaking wet; his red hair was sticking to his forehead and cheeks although he tried to brush it off, his clothes were practically hanging heavy on him and he had folded his arms across his chest to get even a tiny bit of warmth. For a moment I just stood there, too surprised to see him there, especially without an umbrella or anything. I don’t know why, but he just stood there without saying a word before I spoke first.
“Die? What the hell are you trying, you’ll get yourself sick or something.” I didn’t care to cover the annoyance and the worry in my voice, and stared at him admonishingly as he just kept on standing in the rain without making a move to come in.
“I came to get you.”
I couldn’t believe I had heard right. Came to get me? To where? And why? Besides, who the hell does he think he is, coming to my door and just telling me he came to get me. No one needs to tell him that I would follow him anywhere and whenever he decided to ask or command me. I can at least keep up the image that I am in control of my own actions.
“Came to get me? Why?” I must’ve sounded utterly dumb, since that wide grin of his slowly spread over his face.
“Just get in the car and stop asking questions.”
Needless to say, I followed him to his car. But not without grabbing an umbrella and opening it so I wouldn’t be as soaked as he already seemed to be. The engine was already running, so as soon as I closed the door behind myself he took off, speeding along the driveway.
I have to admit that I was a bit nervous. Not because I wouldn’t have trusted him, but only because I like to know where I’m going. Someone might say that I always wanted to know everything, and I can’t really deny that. It just is that usually I know everything that I need, everything that concerns me and my life. He is the only random factor in my life, bringing this kind of surprises.
He was clutching the steering wheel almost knuckles white, and I could tell it was because he was cold. I don’t know how long he had been standing behind my door before he rang the bell, but judging by he looked it was quite a long while. I stared at him from the corner of my eye, softly chewing on my lower lip and pondering if I should ask him what was this all about.
Neither of us said a thing during the drive. He kept his eyes on the road, and I kept my eyes on him, looking slightly questioning in case he might take a glance towards me. I snapped back to reality when the car stopped, brakes squeaking. I didn’t know where we were, and I turned fully towards him and even opened my mouth already to ask. However I was only facing his back, as he had already opened the door and stepped outside from the vehicle.
It took a moment before I realized that he had gone to the pouring rain again. Another moment I spent there thinking if I should follow him or stay there safe from the water, waiting until he decided to come back. I took my umbrella and carefully stepped outside, trying to shelter myself with it. The wind was blowing so hard that the umbrella was hardly of any use, and soon I was almost as wet as Die was. Still I held stubbornly on the thing that was supposed to keep me dry.
“Isn’t it fascinating how the rain is so strong?” I flinched a bit as his words cut through the rain and reached my ears. He was standing a bit further from the car, looking somewhere in the distance, back facing me. I took a few steps closer, accidentally stepping in a small puddle of water and getting my shoe filled with water. This time I knew to expect his next words, and only continued on my way closer.
“Some things just are stronger than I am.”
I was already standing beside him, and turned to look at him. He was smiling slightly, and looked at me through the rain. I had the vague feeling he wasn’t just talking about this amount of water falling down on us, and I nodded. “You don’t need to be stronger than everything. Sometimes it’s better just let the things flow through you.” I kept my voice soft, and tried to smile at him despite the cold that made me shiver already.
Then, at that moment when he looked at me I knew what he meant. It was there, clear in the depths of his eyes that he cherished something for me, something even stronger than our friendship. But it also was clear that he would never admit it. It was something sacred, something not to be destroyed by too hasty words, and so he had decided to keep quiet.
I knew it anyway, and when I looked back at him, I know he saw that I mirror the feelings. He was smiling although the cold rain was still pouring on us, and I bet he was freezing as much as I was. Still that smile lighted up my day, and I couldn’t help but smile back at him. It seemed as if he wanted me to know, why else would he have dragged me here today, in the pouring rain?
Somehow I didn’t even notice that it was raining anymore.