Rainstorm
Inspired by the downpour we had today and a conversation with a friend.
Disclaimer: I own not the characters, I only own the ideas.
Warnings: shounen-ai, fluffy-ness
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The clock reads three twenty six.
Rain beats on the window above our bed.
Instead of rolling over and falling asleep again I get up.
I tiptoe out of bed and across the soft carpet, careful not to disturb Malik, who's still asleep.
Eyes wide I stop when I reach the sliding glass door that leads out onto a small deck. I just stand for a moment in silence watching the rain.
With a quick grin I slide the pin out of the doorframe and twist the knob up. I slide open the door and step out into the downpour.
After I close the door I just stand for a moment, letting the rain soak through my thin t-shirt and pajama pants.
I take a few more steps away from the house. I tilt my head skywards with my eyes closed and I begin to spin.
Spinning and smiling as I start to feel the rain on my scalp through my thick hair.
It twirls around my in wet clumps and I feel so free.
I love rain.
I never thought rain was sad, to me it's a sign of new beginnings and of cleansing.
It rained the day I met Bakura.
It rained the day I woke up after the battle city tournament.
It rained the day Malik kissed me.
The day dad came home early for my birthday.
When I graduated high school.
The day I realized how beautiful my life is.
All those sweet memories and thousands more happened when it rained.
I love rain.
I start dancing. No real rhythm or sense to it but still I dance, turning and twisting in the rain.
I let out a giggle.
A laugh.
A cry of joy.
And I dance.
Every millimeter of me is soaked but still I dance.
And smile.
"Ryou?"
I turn to the confused voice of Malik and smile.
"Yes?"
"Why are you dancing in the rain in the middle of the night…?"
I just laugh and continue.
"You should come in, you'll get sick."
"Nope." I say carelessly.
"But you're soaked!"
"So?" I finally stop and look at him. "I like being soaked."
Malik shook his head and smiled. "You never cease to amaze me." he says as he leans against the doorframe.
I have an idea; I leap forward and pull him out by an arm into the rain. He shivers once.
"It's nice really." I say, "C'mon, dance with me."
He gets a slightly puzzled look, made all the more cute by the fact his hair is hanging limply in his eyes, so I place our arms around each other and begin to dance.
It's a slow dance this time, and I rest my head against his chest, but it's still a dance of celebration.
"You're right, this is nice." Malik admits after a few minutes.
"See?"
"Yeah."
And so we dance.
In the middle of the night, in the pouring rain, in our pajamas, we dance as only lovers can.
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owari
And yes, I gave Ryou my personal view on rainstorms and yes I do dance in the rain, just not usually at three am.
Oh, I have to brag, it's exactly 500 words (I'm trusting the word count on Word) ignoring beginning and endnotes (everything in between the _*_*_ only in other words). It's a thing of mine I like to do. It's an extra challenge. I'll stop babbling now.
Reviews appreciated ^_^