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Cherish in the Rain

            The day has just come to a close with school letting out the bells ringing and students rushing through the hallway. After some time and effort of making her way through the stomping feet of the crowd. Emiko had made it outside the school deciding to make her daily visit to her brother a little early.

    She had made her way over to the dorm to grab her bag as she looked up at the sky to see the sky starting to grey. She thought to herself "I'll have enough time." However making a mental to store her umbrella for later just to be safe.

    After making it through the dorm and having a small chat with Akiyama. Emiko made her way over to Yuriko. "Sensei I'm going out for the afternoon." Her white hair waving as she was practically jumping wanting to get out the door. "Alright, Just be back before curfew." Yuriko stated without looking up from the packet she was grading.

      Emiko practically flew out the door not a trace left as she raced to the hospital to see her sickly brother. It was about a fifteen minute walk to get to the hospital. Emiko had time she thought to herself as her shoes tapped lightly against the dry sidewalk of the city street. She looked to her side to see a nicely lit building with all sorts of plants blooming by the door.

       Sometimes she would bring flowers to her brother when they were kids they would always go and pick flowers. Her brother had taught her how to make small crowns out of them and it is a fond memory for Emiko. The small bell of the store rang as she walked in greeting the male at the desk. "Are you wanting your normal arrangement?" The man asked as he looked at Emiko. He could tell that her brother had gotten worse just from the look on her face added to the dark bags forming under her eyes. She had nodded as she always got the same thing a mix of their favorites they picked as a kid. "You know you don't have to discount me every time." Emiko stated as the brunette man proceeded to ring up her bouquet of flowers that Emiko clutched in her hand as if she loosened her grip they would float away.

     "Well there for Hukaro right?" The boy had asked smiling to himself at the mention of his name. " Yes but-" Emiko got cut off before she could even finish her sentence. "He deserves them plus he's my friend as much as he is your brother consider it a gift." He smiled at her and waved goodbye and she walked out of the store still not completely satisfied with the outcome of what just happen. Now with the flowers in tow she walked out into the cool breeze her hair slightly frizzing to the new temperature as she headed to the hospital.

            A loud grunt of frustration was heard that rang through the dorm, a loud sigh was heard out of the mouths of some and while others were just used to it at this point. "What do you mean she went out? The storm is supposed to be incredibly strong later!" The angry brunette shouted not realising the own volume of his words. "Yamato calm down I told her to be back before curfew the storm is supposed to come an hour after said time" The annoyed teacher pushed her glasses up still not looking up from her packets as she marked another answer wrong. 

     "Uhm I don't mean to go against you sensei but the sky seems to beg to differ" A brunette stated as he looked out the window his face reading a nervous and concerned look. "Hisamoto is right.." The pink haired girl replied looking outside and then quickly back at the book she was focused on. Yamato's face turned from anger to a look of more concern, quickly remembering he was definitely in public he went back to his resting face trying to hide is emotions.

       Yamato sat on the couch in the dormitory as he huffed and crossed his arms. While his back slouches and he sinks into the couch. "Listen just because your girlfriend isn't within two feet of you doesn't mean you have to pout like a four year old" The blonde said as his antenna twitched in anger.  " SHE IS NOT MY-" Yamato cuts himself off noticing something on the counter. It was a neatly wrapped clear umbrella dry as the desert. Emiko had forgotten it in her excitement and left it there.