Rain, rain, go away.
Come again another day.
It was nursery rhyme as old as the water droplets themselves.
Mello had always wondered about what it meant.
And in truth—the answer was, that it meant for the pain and suffering to fade in the world—not just the rain.
Suffering?
Another mystery.
The blonde tempted the rain as it fell against the stained-glass windows, sliding to the sill on which he sat. He bluntly pushed the window open, and looked down. It was a second story window, so it was fairly a drop to the ground—one that could cause injury.
Mello didn't tempt it anymore.
He slid to the side, and shut the window again.
It dribbled down the glass.
He watched it.
When he could see.
The blindfold jerked around his eyes, blinding him. A hand was placed over his mouth, restricting talk.
He knew what it meant, and who was doing it.
He was being kiddnapped...
by Beyond Birthday.