I'm experimenting with longer stories, something like a threeshot (does that even exist?) but I'm so unmotivated I probably won't continue without people urging me on.
Yes, that is a blatant request for reviews and also probably true :)
I don't own the series. That's all. (I also realized I never really read it completely, I should really get out of the habit of focusing on secondary characters' love lines if you can count the number of stories about them with both hands)
Memories of Thunder
'Where is that damn thing?'
Yahiro sighed as the lift doors closed behind him when it reached the light, airy and reasonably spacious attic at the top of his home (his mother loved the 'romantic and quaint' winding staircase and 'atmospheric' darkness that came with the attic originally, that was before she blindly fell through the aged railings and consequently broke her foot in three places). His steps rung out on the wooden floor as Yahiro made his way into the room.
The boy paused in the middle of the floor space and tried to remember exactly what he was looking for. His friends could see from the casual placement of his hands on his chin that he was methodically searching through the countless papers inside folders inside cabinets within the well oiled machine called his brain (his enemies could only see him plan their demise down to the details of their shoelaces, but that's irrelevant to this situation…not to mention usually wrong)
6.30am-8am Waking up and breakfast
Notable events:
1. Hurricane and rain
2. Received files on company X for father
3. Met with Mr Y for light discussion at breakfast
4. Fired Mr Y for embezzlement
9am-12am Annual sit in meeting with major shareholders
Notable events:
1. Ms Z appears nervous, slight tension in voice, should investigate her dealings with rivals as noted in two minor newspapers more seriously
2. Note to self: stop father telling jokes
3. Ran out of space on paper for doodles
4. Still raining
12.05am Father asks for company A files
Notable events:
1. Could not access memory of A files temporarily
2. Father issues deadline of 1 day to find files
3. Hunch that file is in attic
4. Go to attic
Yahiro frowned and stared out of the lone window through the attic, he would find it much easier to think if it would just STOP RAINING. He watched as fat drops dotted the window and mentally closed and locked all the corporate cabinets inside his thoughts, he wasn't going to get anywhere with work right now.
The sky thundered and a streak of lightning pierced the sky, Yahiro shrugged and approached the window, leaning on a small antique (Edwardian, he noted) desk as he did so. He quite enjoys watching the elements rock the world, empathizing with nature's need to cause chaos just for the hell of it every now and then. There was probably more to it than that, but he knew he had a good feeling about thunderstorms since childhood.
As he made a motion to sit on the desk (he just remembered it was his first official work desk from childhood and wondered if he really was that tiny once) something shiny jammed on the side of one of the minute drawers caught his eyes. Yahiro looked at it with a little interest before plucking it easily into his hands. It winked briefly in the lightning's glow.
A girl's hairpin? Was it Akira's? Or was I ever that kind of child?
He frowned and inspected it closer. It was a silver accessory, well made with some sort of engraving of words and pictures along the side, just a typical expensive trinket.
Akira never wore things like this. But who else could it be? I never hung out with any other girls willingly when I was-
He stopped thinking.
Ah...
He remembered the smell of rain, a slice of memory almost out of reach.
Her.
Yahiro played with the accessory in an absent minded fashion as his brain raced through older and older files, tipping useless recollections over the edge of his consciousness in its rush, searching for that thunderous day where the heavens opened, one very much like this one, a summer afternoon when he was merely 8 years old…
He closed his eyes and remembered the real reason behind his love for thunderstorms.