The Coming Rain
He had always liked the rain. The dark, gloomy skies that seemed to pelt the earth with tears always seemed to describe his inner turmoil perfectly. Not that he was always dark, gloomy, or depressed, but the emotions the rain brought seemed to fit him quite nicely. The rain brought the facade of sadness, when in reality it was quite tranquil. In this way too, he was like the rain. Smiles. Always smiles. When he was happy, he smiled. When he was sad, confused, or even angry he'd smile.
There were times when the illusion would falter. When someone got hurt, when someone did something that crossed the line, or when his inner turmoil overflowed. He did his best to not let anyone see this lack of control. And somehow, even if he felt like curling up into a ball and dying, he forced a smile onto his face.
He was the rain, a living facade, with a mask of a smile.
But there were also times when the mask was not needed. When his friends did something he couldn't help but find hilarious, or when the thrill of a battle was just what he wanted. He was a "carnivorous" creature underneath his docile attitude and appearance. He loved the adrenaline that coursed through his body, the barrage of attack and blocks that came naturally to him. He loved the fight with an unseen and yet unyielding passion.
But for now, he waited for the rain.
He sat on the balcony of his house, a distant look in his eyes as he stared up at the sky. Rain was coming. He could smell it. He could feel it. It began to sprinkle. His eyes lit up with astounding elation. Then all at once it began to pour. A sigh escaped his lips as the cool, calming water splattered on and around him. It was a relaxing feeling. All the emotions he hid seemed to be washed away by the rain.
It was like a new beginning, every time rain escaped from the sky.
He stood there becoming refreshed, renewed by the gray tears of the sky. It may have been an hour from when he first stood there that his father realized he was outside and told him to get out of the rain.
"Takeshi! Are you trying to catch a cold?"
A warm smile was his response, and the dark haired teen went inside, ready to continue his facade once more.