Title: the Sky is Crying
Author: Mooncatz AKA redd-cliff-rhapsody
Disclaimer: I don't own a thing. Not a thing. Not even the pocket lint in my pocket. Technically, because I get other people to get stuff for me, it belongs to my relatives.
Hello peoples! I've migrated from the PotC section over to IZ!! Isn't it wonderful? ^_^
Err, it was mostly because I'm a huge ZaDR fan… eheh. Heh. *ahem* moving on. I had writer's block while working on a longer IZ fanfic, a ZaDR, that I'm planning to post up here some other time, and came up with this! It's a bit angsty, a bit sad, a bit picking on Dib… … what? It's fun to pick on Dib. And now, just warning, because if I write anything else on this, it will most definitely have ZaDR in it.
In case you're wondering why I write ZaDR when there's a rumor that the great Jhonen Va-something (I always forget his last name! Argh! *gets all embarrassed-like and smacks head on the wall*) doesn't like the pairing HIMself, well… I like bugging the creators of fandoms I like! It makes me feel all powerful and stuff. … moving on to the fic.
Yes, I have had sugar today, how did you know…? ^_^d
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The Sky was crying.
For him or his family, he couldn't tell. But he knew one thing was for sure, there was only one he thought was tear-worthy out of the two. His Family.
The small boy walked down the slick sidewalk. His scythe-like hair was dripping steadily, not like anyone would notice until he went inside, and his glasses were so blurry, it was like he wasn't even wearing them.
Dib continued on his way down the street, squinting slightly and pulling his soggy black trench coat closer to himself as the rain continued pounding. A couple of people hiding under an umbrella looked at the boy like he was crazy, but he was used to that kind of look. It didn't bother him anymore; why should it? He had more important things to think about. There were too many important people to mourn.
There were too many to mourn.
It made Dib think; what point was there to living if it was all just going to end one day? Just cut short? What if there was no afterlife, and just darkness? He didn't want to die. Even if nobody believed in him, even if nobody cared, he loved living. He never wanted it to stop.
But he knew it would. Dib sighed and stopped walking. He lifted his face, stared up at the sky. Watched the rain pour down. Felt it hit his cold skin. Yes, he could feel the cold, but it didn't bother him much. He had a different ache inside, one that overpowered the cold.
Dib sat down on the curb. He watched as a car went by, watched as the red taillights stained the road red. It made the road look like it had two waterfalls of lava drifting over it. Or, it could have been two trails of blood.
The thought made Dib shudder. Blood on the road. He knew what that looked like. He knew, and he wished he didn't. He wished desperately that Gaz hadn't wanted to go to the lab to see Professor Membrane. He wished that his father didn't decide that it was his duty to drive them home. And he wished most of all, that he could have been in the front seat along with Gaz and his father.
Then he wouldn't have to feel this way at all.
Nobody could tell, not in the rain, that Dib had two trails of tears running down his face. It blended in perfectly with the rain. Tears of frustration, tears of pain, of annoyance. In that moment, Dib wished he was stuck in that landscape forever. The rain pouring, slicking the road as cars drove by, a dark gray world that nobody liked. He didn't want the sun to shine anymore.
Because, in Dib's opinion, there was no reason for the sun to shine. It never needed to shine again. He'd live forever in a gray world and love it. Love it, and hate it.
That sounded nice to him. A life of love mingling with hate. Perfect.
Somehow, Dib fell asleep as he sat on the curb, curled into a sitting fetal position, with no protection from the world apart from his wet trench coat.
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