The Working Title that wont fit ANYWHERE: This Is Quite a Long Title For a Story Simply About What To Do Or Not To Do On a Rainy Day

Baccano! isn't mine, though how I wish it were.

"Oh the rain, the rain! Why must the rain be so sad...!" He had his hands out in grief, one palm up, the other holding his trusty giant monkey wrench. All around him, light rain drops fell, getting his clothes soaked, his hair wet, and so unjustly putting the blond in such a bad mood. "It's not supposed to be a sad story after all..." He looked up slowly, his bangs continuing to cover most of his eyes. "They create life... oh, the rain they bring water to the people and flowers and you would think it would be a happy story!" He closed his free hand and shook it uselessly as his volume, and the sheer speed of his words picked up with a flourish of emotion. "Its raining its pouring- the OLD MAN IS CONSTANTLY PITTERPATTERED WITH THOUSANDS AND THOUSANDS OF LITTLE RAIN DROPS!" He reached up. "Its simply mind blowin' what this world can do!" He paused, holding this ridiculous pose before squatting to rock back and forward as he continued another million words a minute. "But it still bothers me that no matter what I do or how I can explain it, the rain was, is, and will always be a sad sad story..." He jumped up, gesturing to the rest of his group, standing in the shelter of the old building. "Tell me what you think!"

There was a long silence.

"... I think you should get out of the rain befores you get sick, baws."

The tracks were still this time a day; she knew the train schedule well. She hobbled along, using her crutch to her fullest ability. She closed her eyes, giving a light grunt in pain as she misjudged where the track was, and bumped the foot of the injured leg against the aging metal. She didn't move right away, her head bowed as she tried to silently ride out the pain. Nicholas told her not to go, but she walked these tracks the same day every single year, injury or not. It was a special day to her, despite the fact that every year it seemed to-

She sighed out as the rain started to wet her shoulders and bandana. Every year, the same thing seemed to happen, this was just something impossible and something she'd yet to understand. How did it rain the same day every year? It also happened to be the day she walked these tracks. It happened too often to be called a coincidence, but she didn't mind it too bad. Even though it soaked her, her hair and her clothes, it was like a refreshing shower as she walked, as she observed the tracks even more. She was okay with it, as the rain seemed to cleanse her of her worries, however temporarily. She leaned her face up to the rain, and the increasing moisture caused her bandana begin to slide off, but she did nothing about it, accepting the droplets for several silent moments. Finally, she smiled, taking the bandana off completely and letting her hair get a little wet before continuing to move along besides those beloved tracks. Somehow, she was looking forward to the long distance she still had to go.

Rainy days were never busy ones.

With an annoyed sigh, Nicholas of the Daily Days collapsed onto the couch in the Chairman's office. "I hate rainy days." He murmured as his eyes went to work in finding shapes in the ceilings, something to pass the time as he complained. "No one wants to go out, no one wants to come in... no good stories seem to happen on rainy days." He sat up then, much too quickly, and pressed a hand against his aching forehead.

"Why don't you go home, Nicholas?" came the voice from behind the larger-than-life stack of books. "That's what Elean did. Even Rachel took off somewhere. I think we're all done for today, we're not expecting anyone and as you know, the workload is down to nothing."

"Eh..." but going back to what he had said not too long ago, it was rainy, therefore, he didn't want to be out there. Home was sounding pretty good right now though... Eventually he shrugged. "Sure thing. What about you?"

"I'll get going myself soon enough. When it gets like this outside, I like to curl up with a book in my home."

"I thought you lived at that desk." He said under his breath, but then his eyebrows rose as something clicked. "So..." He started off smoothly. "Well sir, I'd hate to leave you alone. I'll wait up for you and we can leave at the same time." And thus seeing what the mysterious man looked like.

"Get going, Nicholas."

With another sigh (He'd been doing that a lot lately.) He stood up. "Alright, sir."

There were some spare workers still scribbling and typing away as the rain beat down against the window. Nicholas halfheartedly wished them a pleasant evening and went over to the coat rack to get his coat and hat. From behind him, he heard the familiar croak of the door opening, someone walking in from outside.

"So sorry." He said, shrugging and fixing his sleeves without turning around. "Closing hours and all of those pleasantries, so unless you have a pretty story or a pretty penny, I cant-" That's when he did turn around, and caught the surprised gaze of another blond, standing in her normal clothes and dripping with water. "God- Rachel, you're soaked!"

She couldn't help but cringe the slightest bit at his tone.

Within seconds, his jacket was back off and tossed to the side along with his hat and he disappeared into one of the many back rooms, although his annoyed voice floated back to where she stood. "I don't get it- it rains every year on the same day and you pick that day to go out and about just waltzin' around like it was sunny. You can get sick too, you know." He returned, towel in hand, and without so much as a warning, began to dry her hair. "I don't want you getting sick. Jeeze, you worry me, and-"

He paused, in both his words and actions as they caught each other's gaze again.

"Uh..." He scratched his head uncomfortably, before calmly handing her the towel. "You are the best at gathering information. Can't have you getting sick you know." He put his hands on his hips calmly, trying to keep his cool. He hadn't seen her without her bandanna too often. "Lets just get you home for some more clothes, alright?"

Rachel blinked and nodded, but had to use 'wiping her face with a towel' as a disguise to hide the smile she couldn't get rid of. She knew there was some reason she loved the rain.

"Hey Isaac?"

"Yes Miria?"

"It's Raining."

"It is indeed, Miria."

"Hmmmmmm..." They both replied.

two very conspicuous characters stood on the street corner, underneath a store awning. The male wore a nice suit that wasn't fit for anything other an expensive party, along with a monocle and top hat. the woman was dressed in the same manner, a flowing blue gown... also with a monocle and top hat.

"Why are we dressed like this, Isaac?"

"Very simple, Miria! If we are dressed all nicely like this, we can't be thieves!"

"But... we are!"

"Exactly!"

Miria thought about it as much as she could, then smiling, she nodded happily. "Got it!"

"Excellent!"

"Excellent!"

Both characters commenced in several simultaneous poses.

"Say Isaac?" pose, pose."Yes, Miria?" poseposepose

"What are we stealing today?"

Isaac froze, thinking. "Well, I think when the water falls, the sun picks it right back up, right?"

"Right! Right back up!"

"So why don't we... steal the rain?"

"Genius! The Rain, the rain!"

Isaac bowed, tipping his top hat before flipping it over so that it could help 'steal the rain' "Shall we go steal water from the sky?""Sounds exciting!" Miria gave a thumbs up, her monocle popping out. "Lets do it!" She removed her hat as well, and they both went dashing out into the rain, laughing.

And then a car ended up hitting them again, unable to see the two street roaming lunatics in such a downpour, but... somehow, they'd be alright.

So yea, a little something I started in my spare time (and continued during Macroeconomics class) I plan on doing most of the characters from the Anime at least... ;w;

Up Next that's Finished so Far: Ladd, Lua.

Requests? Suggestions? Critique? Reviews? PLEASE?