K Project Yata Misaki and Oc One-Shots

It Was Raining

She took pleasure in the feel of the cold water droplets hitting her skin. She savored the feel of her bright cherry hair getting soaked into a dark blood color. She looked up at the rain, her mascara running down her face. She wasn't sure if it was from tears or the rain anymore. Was she still crying? It always felt good when the weather was grieving with those who had lost something important. Her world was flooded and she watched as the rain tried to flood the streets of this advanced city. She felt peace in the agony of the weather. Its pain soothed her own. She spun in it, gleeful and broken all at once. She rejoiced in the sky's sorrow. It was like her pain was answered, it was justified. Her justification had died, now she had to look somewhere else. She was thrilled the sky volunteered today.

She walked, practically skipping in this storm. She'd been out for hours now. She was soaked but not cold. She felt alive as the rain stung her skin. She felt a rush when it started hailing. Small bits of ice pelting her, leaving red marks on her fair skin. Her darkened ruby eyes slid shut as she stood there, arms out, face tilted to the sky. She let the ice hurt her. She hissed with joy. The pain, that sweet pain soothing the storm brewing in her heart.

He wanted to go home already. It's been so boring lately and he was ready to go home. Of course, it had to storm right when he was ready. Hazel eyes scanned the room. He let out an annoyed huff, this of course, was ignored. It seemed he did this all too often for anyone to take notice. He couldn't skateboard in this rain. Nothing was going on, he had today off and it was wasted visiting an old friend's bar. Well more like an old comrade but he didn't care anymore. He tilted his head back to stare at the ceiling. Chestnut locks falling away from his neck. He was quickly reminded it was a little too hot here when the lack of hair pressing on his neck gave him a feeling of relief. He did get annoyed more easily in heat that he did not create. Though those days of making his own source of warmth were gone.

The bar erupted in chatter when someone saw something out the window. He couldn't begin to care. He spent his final fuck when someone was complaining about their so-called girlfriend leaving them. He knew better though, that guy was good at picking girls up but not keeping them. When did life become so mundane? Probably when their power source was destroyed. It wasn't all bad, that destruction brought back a long-lost friend. That friend was probably home by now snickering. He knew about the visit today, which means that he knows about how impossible it would be to leave now.

The room got louder and now he was annoyed. A yelled to shut up left his mouth. No one listened to him this time. He finally got up and threw his friends out of the way. He was pissed now and wanted to know why the hell everyone was so dead set at looking out this window. He caught a glimpse of red. A solemn red that would make the youngest cry. This girl was just spinning in the hail. Letting herself get bruised by the chunks of ice falling all too fast. The hail was starting to get bigger. Staying out there would probably result in this crazy female getting beat up by it. He cursed himself for being so gentle to the opposite gender. The guys around him seemed to be laughing and talking about how crazy this lady had to be.

A look at her face when she paused to stare at her onlookers told him everything he needed to know. Those eyes. Broken and hollow. She had lost something important. It was a look these people around him, and even himself had for at least a year. He frowned at that pain in his heart. It wasn't wishy-washy. He was a man, yet, he felt the need to hold this girl. The thought brought goosebumps to his skin. As much as he respected and wanted to protect females they also terrified him in an unexplainable way. He took a deep breath and went to the door. Looks like he'd be facing some fears today.

Laughter, oh she loathed it right now. The stupid bar was filled with people laughing at her. Her pain, she stopped spinning to stare in disbelief at these people. How dare they laugh when the brightest star ever to grace the sky went out. It pissed her off when people didn't seem to care about this heavy loss and people laughing at her way of coping, that was like a slap to her face. She was ready to leave and go home till ruby met hazel. There was something she couldn't understand, sympathy and empathy. Did he feel that star crash too? Or maybe these eyes devoid of that star told him all he needed to know. She frowned when the man vanished back into the crowd.