Blot out the Rain
Written for the TGQ Fanfic Contest 2007 at the TGQ boards.
Disclaimer: I do not own TGQ, its plot or its characters. Blame Amagi Seimaru and Satou Fumiya for my incessant obsession.
White-hot electricity crackles across the sky, dabbed black and hues of grey.
The sky weeps. Teardrops, incessant and chattering against the glass window. The thunder rumbles its displeasure. It hates dreary days. I do, too.
It's only four-thirty. But it looks nine. The sun has been entirely obliterated. The only light comes from our classroom.
Megu snaps at Kyu, face flushed red with peevish irritation. Probably something to do with her and his slightly perverse inclinations. Kyu blames hormones (and I suppose it is true), but that, as Megu insists, is no call for him to peek, and, far worse, to tell other people. Kyu's protests get increasingly weaker, and what was previously a heated argument is slowly covered up by the rhythmic thud of rain. But neither cool down.
For once, Kinta and Kazuma are united as the frustrated pair scream for them to just shut up, go get a room and leave them alone, for god's sake. The cry is masked by the thunder's continuous drumroll, but the message is clearly audible. Kinta pulls his hair out over the homework Hongou-sensei set; Kazuma struggles to fix the Internet connection on his laptop. Neither succeed, and Megu's ire only increases. The fury flashing in her eyes could rival the terrifying lightning outside.
At this point, Nanami-sensei blasts open the door and his voice, shriller and keener than even Megu's, evidently shows that even the good-humoured Nanami-sensei can be easily affected by dismal weather.
We end the lesson, fifteen minutes late, but it's still raining, harder than before, and you can hardly see a metre in front of you.
Kyu forgot to bring an umbrella (so did I), so we step out into the drivel of sheeting water. But it's not just sheets, it's curtains, fighting through yards and yards of endless thick material, flailing with no hope. Water runs down my back, my face, into my eyes, everywhere.
The Futile Battle between Man and Water however, comes to an abrupt, screeching halt.
"Stupid, macho guys", Megu grumbles as she holds the umbrella over the two of us. Kinta grins sheepishly as he shifts his hold on the umbrella, ensuring it covers himself as well as the diminutive Kazuma beside him. "Wanna go for takoyaki? I'm not paying though – " he slaps his pocket. "Broke."
He pokes Kazuma. "You can pay, rich kid."
Sharing the two umbrellas, we walk towards the train station, laughing as Kazuma indignantly protests.
The lightning flashes, the thunder rolls overhead. The sky is relentless. But as we walk home together, as a class, our laughter blots it all out. And it always will.
A/N: Yay for short, useless drabbles! Please R& R 3