A/N: I included a music link in the beginning because I wanted to help set a mood for readers. I recommend that you click the (safe) link and wait for the music to start prior to reading. For those of you who are curious, the song is called "Rain," by Sid, and it was used as the 5th and final opening them of the anime Fullmetal Alchemist: Brotherhood. As far as my writing abilities, please rate and leave constructive critisizm in your reviews. Lastly, I will mention that, although this is a one-shot, it was taken from a much longer fanfiction that I have been intending to write, and this is merely a test to see whether people would want to read it. With that said, enjoy, my fellow Wild Arms fans :)
Music: Rain
The sky was suffused with such dark, stiff clouds that a person looking at the window from indoors would have thought it were dusk. But the long-portrayed fallacy of rain and mourning on the same day, at the same time, had come true this afternoon.
The two youths that had known him since childhood loomed over his grave, unable and unwilling to measure how long ago they came, or how long they had stood there, or when they would leave, or when it would begin to rain, or when night would fall… All this was thrown into the icy wind that seemed to want to push them over the edge. The existence of time had been negated. All that they knew was that they came together, because if not together, then not at all. Carved into the stone sepulcher, as carefully and as decently as possible as to show the late man respect, were the words:
"R.I.P. Tony Stark."
Mr. Stark stared with an empty expression, and voiceless thoughts, still expecting to wake up in his bed and recount this dream with the old man in the home that they shared. He had hoped this dream would end before he truly broke down. He had already lost a friend to a demon's will. He was so certain that he'd never have to live through that again—no, never allow that to happen to him again. Never let Rebecca go through something like this again. He had made it his job. So certainly, this is just the trauma of that day, 2 years ago, stored away in his subconscious and tormenting him in his sleep. Surely, in his waking life, he was strong enough to protect his old man, his family… He kept telling himself this over and over, until he was ready to forfeit his existence just to escape this unbearable scenario.
Rebecca buried her face in the crease of Dean's neck, as he draped an arm around her, tacitly giving her his permission to grieve as she might. He wouldn't stop her this time.
Everything seemed to exacerbate this horrible feeling. Rebecca's unmitigated wails of pain that Dean had never heard before. The feeling of powerlessness that Dean had, because he could not hold back either of their sorrow, or go back in time like Avril had, or pray to all the Guardians so that they would bring back their loved one. But then, why couldn't he? Were they not listening? Were they testing his sense of hope by seeing how long until he gave into his despair? Or were they just apathetic to his pain, and even more maddeningly, to the pain of the girl who was breaking right in front of him? Did they know how he felt, or did he have to scream and swear to them and carry his voice into the firmament until they heard him and granted his wish? And when, he asked himself, did he begin to lose control of everything?
There was no growl of thunder this time, and rather than spitting in their faces, the clouds went ahead and showered them gently out of cruel kindness. Kind because it hid their tears, but cruel because it was too light to reach their faces to wash them away.