Listen to the rain

~splash splash splash~

Who would have thought that the sound of rain could be this deafening. Each single drop echoes through her head as it crashes on the ground, hungrily devoured by the sand of Alabasta's desert. And each single drop is an unwelcome reminder that she has survived. That she survived again. She had been prepared to die today. For her idea, for her dream. It is not like there would be anybody to miss her, so she had put everything in her search without a second thought and it had filled her life with sense and purpose. But the search, the hunt after her goal, is over now and gone are purpose and sense, leaving nothing behind but the scared little girl from twenty years ago. She is alone again. Even her dream has left her now.

~splash splash splash - drip~

Blood mixes with the rain, drawing red patterns on the sand. Her blood. Maybe, just maybe she will die nonetheless. Her wound is deep after all. Then again, life has never been this kind to her, so she does not expect too much. But she is tired of running, tired of hiding and deceiving. Why is she not allowed to lay down and sleep, sleep and never wake up?

~splash splash - drip - splash - drip~

Yes, she had been prepared to die without regrets, what she had not been prepared for was to survive every single time. Her mother, her fellow archaeologists, Saul, her home... Every single drop of blood is a face disappearing from her life while she has to stay and every drop of rain is a hunter at her heels she cannot escape from.

~drip - splash - drip drip - splash~

She has no desire to survive like this, unlike the person that carried her out of the tomb, dragging her limp body along with himself and all she wanted was to demand him to stop, to let go of her so that she could die in peace, down in the grave chamber, away from the deafening rain. Buried by history... that seems like a suitable place to die to her. But its to late now, she is already up here and the boy is gone, carried away by the king. He seemed like her complete opposite, she thinks. Living with every fiber of his being he is life. He made it seem so easy.

~drip drip drip~

Her vision is fading, everything is a blur of colors and even the sound of the rain is becoming fainter and fainter. But right before darkness is finally coming to get her, she hears a new noise, the sound of footsteps approaching her at high speed and a hoarse voice shouting words she cannot understand anymore. But she knows what this means. Someone spotted her and she will survive, once again.

A face appears in her mind, beaten up badly, grinning despite the poison running through his veins.

Yes, she is surviving. But maybe, just maybe, this time she will also try to live , she thinks.


A/N: Just a little thing i wrote while...no.. instead of learning -.-'

reviews are appreciated, but not necessary

btw... what genre is this? i have no clue ...

Robin belongs to Eiichirō Oda