Wish ~Yato x Reader AU~

Chapter 1: Missing Rain

Someone that I once knew told me long ago that when it rains it means someone misses you.

The rain, cold and lonely, falls from the sky just as tears fall from their eyes, one cleansing the soul and the other nourishing the landscape, though both bring a sense of pain. The rain falls, tapping the ground as tears tumble to the floor, sobs echoing through the air as thunder reverberates and grumbles through the clouds, its force trembling the earth. Lightning cracks and whips across the gray billow just as their emotions dash across their beaten features; pain, sorrow, loneliness, longing, desperation. It is all there. Their breathless gasps become the shrieking cries of the uncontrollable gale that glides between buildings, shaking tree limbs as their breath blows their hair. That was what I was told.

But that's all just childish.

Looking back at it, it does have a sense of romanticism to it. To think, something as unpredictable and powerful as the weather can be influenced by something as simple as human emotions. It just sounded so hopeful and romantic to me. Every time the sky would become blanketed by gray clouds and the rain would trickle down, I would become slightly excited and enthusiastic that someone was missing me. However, that was when I was nothing more than an impressionable child.

I squeeze my eyes shut and massage my temples with my fingers, sighing. Though a romantic and beautiful thought, it was and still is utterly ridiculous. To even consider such a magnificent force like the weather can be swayed by emotions is foolish at best. Foolish and just stupid. I cringe at imagining a younger and more hopeful version of myself beaming at such an absurd idea. Still, it's been so long since I even thought about that. At least six years. So, why am I thinking about it now? Why at this moment? Of course, that's a comical question. I know the answer.

It's because it's raining.

My gaze lingers on the view beyond my window. A dark blanket of gray clouds drapes over the sky, the mass choking out any hopes of the sun's golden illuminance from breaking through. Brilliant flashes of white and blue whip and snaps through the thick veil, followed by the low growls and grumbles of baritone thunder. The roars slightly tremble the earth, but I could be mistaking thunder for the bus's engine, but that is irrelevant. What really has my attention is how the round droplets skate down the window, leaving trails of water behind them. It's almost soothing in a way. How the dim light and deep shadows dance within each little drop. How the soft taps of the rain strum against the window. How the dreariness is calm and peaceful. How it all just seems comforting. But that's the rain for you. Calm, majestic, soothing. At least, that's how I choose to see it.

I fold my arm up and rest my chin on the heel of my hand as I keep my concentration focused on the outside view. Almost nine hours. I tell myself. Almost nine hours I've been on this trip. Shouldn't be much longer now. To say I'm excited is a bit of an understatement. I am a great bundle of emotions all mixing together -excited, anxious, eager, nervous, elated. The anticipation is just so overwhelming, but it's all in a good way. This is all good. It's all for the better. I know it is.

I lose myself in thought when I hear the small voice of a little boy eagerly say, "Mommy, Mommy...are we there yet? Are we? Are we, Mommy?"

I sneak a settled peek over at the seats across from mine. Occupying them is a young woman in her mid-twenties and a small boy no older than four years old. The two of them both have beautiful jet-black hair that goes beautifully with their tan skin, though she wears her inky locks in a messy braid while his is cut into a cute undercut. Her eyes are beautiful dark brown orbs that reflect the dim light in them while his are deep gray, the emotions noticeable in them. The pair are dressed in clothes suitable for the mid-autumn season as jeans cloth their legs and sweat jackets protect their arms, keeping them snug.

"Are we almost there, Mommy?" the little boy repeats, his eyes meeting his mother's.

The young woman smiles, "Riku, shh. You shouldn't be so loud. It'll disrupt the other passengers."

"But I want to see Daddy," he pouts, pursing his bottom lip. Crocodile tears begin to well up in his eyes. "I miss Daddy, Mommy."

I continue to observe as the woman wraps her arms around her son and pulls him close, shushing, "Shh. We'll be there soon, Riku. Just about twenty more minutes and then you'll see your father. So, you have to be a good boy for just a little bit longer, okay? Can you do that? Can you be a good boy? For me? For Daddy?"

There's a brief moment of silence before Riku nods, "Okay. I'll be a good boy."

The mother pecks her lips against her son's forehead and cradles him close before the two turn their focus to the moving scene beyond their window. I won't deny it, they are cute. A mother and her son. What is more pure than that? A mother's love for her child. Nothing can beat that. Nothing whatsoever. That kind of love...that kind of pure and raw love that is bound by no conditions that begin before birth. That love is a love like no other.

A small twinge pulls at my chest, causing me to return my own concentration back to the view beyond my window. The angry billow up ahead is still appearing as vicious and violent as earlier, but that is not what is tugging at my heart. Not at this moment. In fact, the storm pales in comparison to what I'm feeling. It hurts to think about this, and I hate when it crosses my mind. So, I work to shove that thought from my head.

I once again support the weight of my skull on the heel of my hand and work to refocus my mind. Twenty more minutes, eh? I ask internally. Just twenty more minutes after all this time. I'm so close. I'm almost there. Twenty more minutes and I'll be there. That familiar sensation of mixed emotions begins to overwhelm me, refilling me once again with all that I had been feeling earlier. Excitement. Anxiety. Elation. Eagerness. Nervousness. I can feel it all once again, but none of it frightens me.

This is good. This is all good and is exactly what I need. I swallow, digging my nails into my palm. This is what I've been waiting for. The seconds are rolling over into minutes, dwindling the time of my journey down, only fueling my excitement. My leg bounces with anticipation, my nerves barely able to contain themselves. Almost there...

...almost to Tokyo.

**Bello my lovelies! So, some who were here before (when I had this up originally) may notice some similarities, but I will say I feel better with this version. It doesn't feel as forced. At least, to me it doesn't. That said, even if you were here when I originally posted this, there will be differences. So, don' just assume it's all the same lol. Anyway, first official revamped chapter of this book has been posted. Hope y'all are ready for another crazy ride! Thank you so much for all the support! Always feel free to leave a vote, comment, or follow me! Stay fresh! Wuv yous!! <3**

-Noel Ross