'Aɴᴅ ᴛʜᴇɴ ɪᴛ ᴘᴏᴜʀᴇᴅ' { sᴏᴜᴋᴏᴋᴜ }

Tʜᴇ ʀᴀɪɴ- Part one

. .And then it poured. .

Chapter 1. *The rain (* part 1: **first encounter** )

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Their first encounter; Day 1

The rain came down, it clattered onto the houses and onto the rocks and pitted into mere swamps. It was rather dark already; who would've known something as colourless as-the rain, could bring so much darkness and, so many.. emotions? 'God's own poetry' they'd called it. However though to dazai, it only felt like it was mocking him. It only marked yet another moment he was alive- another minute- another. second. of suffering.

He had only one thing in his mind as of now: the indispensable feeling of nothingness. He'd known how it felt to know everything There was nothing else to know about. He already knew everything. He knew how revolting the world was. How loathsome the people were; And yet those very things were what he cared about the most. He knew just how much people didn't care; he'd known everything- everything except love..

Rain poured down on the people indifferent to their plans. The thunder started settling to a softer continuous rumble which was almost drowned by the sound of the rain. Ironically, even though he hated it he also somehow loved the rain. The air felt fresh and there was a cool breeze that settled a calm atmosphere. It's a chance to break barriers and let the emotions flow and allow the rain to mingle with tears on the face. He tried to rub the condensed water droplets on the glassy window of the bus to get a clearer view of the busy street.

There- he saw someone standing right outside. Almost soaked in rain. His hand rested on his waist and his head tilted a bit to his right; posing like the next top model. Only, he won't pass because of his height. He had gorgeous blue sapphire eyes. It shined like the ocean-lit up by a thousand stars. He looked rather annoyed. He sat there awhile- staring at the ginger boy, until he realised his stop had come. He rushed out as he tried to heedlessly fit everything inside his bag- being a jumbled mess.

Walking down the street he stopped to take a look at the boy again for a second or two. At a closer look he looked kind of girly but you could tell he was a guy. He had wavy ginger hair- soaked in the rain coming down to his shoulder in locs, and eyes as captivating and beautiful as the night sky.

It took dazai quite a bit to realise he had been staring for a while now and had to strike up some kind of conversation or he'd look like a creep..
"...Why are you alone.?.."

...the moment he uttered those words he wanted to run away. ("Maybe I shouldn't have said anything at all? Maybe he didn't notice me staring? No, no.. he definitely did. I mean- it's not like we were gonna meet again! I should've just pretended to be a creep and ran away!") This- was dazai's thought process the moment he uttered those words. Yes. He would do anything to avoid human interactions along with the fact that question was plain idiotic because he was alone too.

"Well.. my friends ditched me so i kind of have to walk alone."

This only made dazai chuckle. It was a-'once in a blue moon sight'. The sight made chuuya quite astounded. The gloomy emo- hoodie guy came up to him to ask him about himself and smiled?
"He doesn't really look that bad now that I take a closer look.." chuuya muttered under his breath. Softly- so dazai couldn't hear. Chuuya was interrupted by lightning as he was about to say something- shocked he turned around in a fright to look back, as though something had happened. Dazai seized this opportunity to take off his jacket and covered the other with it.

"Don't worry my house is right down the lane" he said from a distance as he walked off before chuuya could respond. He wanted to thank him, but alas- he was gone. As he looked at the jacket; on the left hand- at the very bottom was written a name.
It was quite hard to read as the ink was a bit smudged by the rain.
"..Daz-? Dazai?. Dazai osamu.. So that's his name."

Chuuya walked back home thinking about the incident-it replayed in his head over and over again. He wondered if he'd ever meet that guy again. If he did, he'd like to give the jacket back and thank him a good deal lot. (Even though he was already soaked and it didn't do much.) And then, ofcourse- kouyou also gave chuuya a good scolding about how she was worried sick and how there was a thunderstorm going outside and he was out talking to strangers- Oh but, how was he to know that, that encounter, was going to change his Entire life?

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- end of chapter 1 (part 1) -