Disclaimer: Nobody in the Gravitation universe belongs to me. I claim no kinship whatsoever and sing Maki Murakami's praises. The only thing I'm getting out of writing these is sick sadistic pleasure out of making the character's lives even more difficult. ,
Kyoto Rain
By Nemia
Ayaka stared out of her bedroom window, a bit bored, lonely and restless. Because it was a Sunday, there wasn't even school to attend, and she'd already completed all of her studies.
It had begun raining again, something it did often these days in Kyoto. It was the start of the rainy season, but she didn't mind; she loved the rain. Something though, something about this day and the view outside her secluded hideaway, reminded her of a scene from one of Yuki Eiri's novels. A smile touched her lips as she recalled the words that had been written with a sole purpose; for women to devour them, begging for more.
"And the rain came down, baptising them in nature's waters, as they slowly wrapped their arms around each other. In their ardor, they were oblivious to the weather, their hearts and souls reaching for the other. Their heads coming together, noses gently touching, their breaths mingling with each other's, they finally gave in to the love they shared."
She'd read that book so long ago, but she could still remember every line, every emotion hidden within that the real Yuki Eiri wanted to keep from the world. Only Shuichi seemed able to draw them out from her ex-fiance. However the outcome, she would not regret the choices that were made, by all parties involved. Each of them: Yuki, Shuichi as well as herself, were happy with their lives as they were now. Even if a blonde would rather eat his cigarettes than admit to it. She was glad to have been a part of that, helping the two men realize that what they had was special.
Coming out of her reverie, Ayaka glanced at the clock and picked up her phone. Waiting patiently through several rings, her smile brightened as the other end answered. Seating herself on the chair so that she could continue to watch the rain, she murmured, "Good afternoon, Hiro-kun. I have tomorrow off from school, would it be inconvenient for me to stop by Tokyo?"
The raindrops tapping on her windowpane responded to the giggle that Hiro's answer had caused. The rainy season in Kyoto always was the best time of the year.