Rain was pouring on the other side of the glass. How I wish I was out there... It feels soothing. Everything is calm yet noisy then. I would've loved to feel the water bouncing off my skin ever so as it drenches me, taking away my sorrow and pain. I put my hand on the glass. It's cold, yet I feel warm.

It bounces about.

It drenches me in itself.

My love is right here.

- Rain by Tea

Nature is my inspiration. Life is my canvas on which I paint. The mind is the brush in which I use to create delicate strokes. Talent is the colors in which I use to bring my art to life. Art is my passion.

How I have longed to go along with nature by my side. If inspiration could not be found, I would find nature for it had always been my inspiration. I may not show any signs of emotions, but I, too, am a creation of life. I may seem to be absent-minded, but my mind is a work of art. My character may look as if it is of no use, but I am filled with talent enough to share to the world for generations. I may not show it, but art is my everything.

As much as my love for nature, my name describes myself just right. Shizen Ame, that is my name. It means nature rain. People just call me Rainie though. I have a younger twin brother, Shizen Kuuki, nature air. We are so close that we can't get closer. I couldn't ask for anything more. He is the one who got me painting. Without him, I would've stayed in my shell.

Then, everything changed after that day. The day...that Kuuki passed away. It was our birthday. At his funeral, I sang "Happy Birthday" to him. We had no relatives that actually cared enough about us to even come at his funeral nor did we have parents. It was only me there. Tears were streaming down my face as I sang.

"Kuuki, stay strong, okay? I'll stay strong if you do. We're twins, remember? We're always connected to each other one way or another. Don't get lonely, okay? Make lots of friends, okay? That's why, you don't have to worry about me."

My heart felt heavy at the time. Reason being is that...I saw Kuuki die right in front of me, and I...couldn't do anything to help him. That memory plays over and over in my head nonstop, day by day. I just can't stop blaming myself for it. I've been chained down by regrets. I can't possibly be free if I keep on doing this.

"Onee-cha—"

"Kuuki!"

It just doesn't stop. I want to forget. I don't want to forget. I don't want to remember. I want to remember. All of this was because of that incident. I couldn't help him. That's right. You're useless. I wanted to save him. It's too late for that now.

I couldn't do anything. I couldn't even move until after he was gone. I didn't even try to save him. I'm a horrible older sister. I've pretty much locked myself up again after that. That was most likely what Kuuki didn't want me to do. I'm sorry, Kuuki. For you to feel all that pain alone even though we're twins, I have to compensate for it. This is the only time I will go against your wishes. This is the only time...because we both do not believe in wishes.

Every time when I visit his grave, I would sing "Happy Birthday" to him. All the same when I go there. I would always place a bouquet of different types of flowers that we loved along with a hand-made paper one. We used to enjoy making origami together as well as flower arrangements. I'm allergic to pollen, so it was quite difficult for me. We used to smile. He was the one that brought out mine. Without his, mine would never shine.

Currently in the present, I go to Rakuzan High School. I'm like the outlier in a math problem here. There are those who don't really stand out in a good way and stuff, but I'm the farthest from them all. I act like the average high schooler here but not exactly. I didn't join any clubs since the incident, I don't talk to others unless it's mandatory, and I would stay away from others. Kuuki would be crying if he was here.

Kuuki, I'm staying strong. Are you? Did you make lots of friends? I don't really have any, but it's okay. Art is my friend. I learned that from you. My paintings still have feelings in them with care even if I am down. They're not empty. I might bring you one next year. Until then, okay?

I was walking around the school when I stopped by the entrance of the gym. I glanced inside just for a moment before leaving. It was extraordinary. The basketball team was in there practicing, and their forms were amazing. It had art within it. I never thought that art could be found in sports. That proved me wrong. Unconsciously, I walked in the gym and sat down on the bleachers to watch. The whole practice was over about half an hour later, and no one said a thing about me watching. It was pretty strange. Maybe they thought that I was nothing to them.

Even after they left, I stayed back for a while. I could still remember their forms from how they moved to how they stressed out their bodies. I took out a sketch pad and a pencil. I created detailed sketches of them. When I was on the one with the guy with red hair and different color eyes, my sketch pad was snatched away from me. I looked up to see the original standing right in front of me.

Okay. I was bored as inspiration hit me. Review, PM me, all that good stuff. Until next time, my fellow readers!^^ I do not own Kuroko no Basuke. I do not own anything except my OCs.