Kiss the Rain
By - Isabella Smith
"Shall I compare thee to a summer's day?
Thou art more lovely and more temperate:
Rough winds do shake the darling buds of May,
And summer's lease hath all too short a date . . . ."
- "Sonnet 18" By William Shakespeare
"I felt my world's clashing into an unforgettable dusk of wind, that would forever leave me scared. Things like this aren't forgettable, none of it is, just like a natural phenomenon; where the screenings of the people dieing around you will forever be heard in you subconscious, and you powerless to stop it. I felt as if everything that once made me wasn't there anymore, me was gone; forcefully made into a solid and frigid being that crawled and spreads it's way inside me bit by bit, making me change, as if a transformation. What would be my purpose without the person the wind blew away while the whole chaos took form? What would be left without my last and only purpose of life?"
Chapter 1 - Light House
Arriving---
I took a deep breathe of the wide open space before me and then let it out with the same delicate rhythm as my hair followed the winds chaotic beatings.
"Sana," Called our Rei "What are you doing over there? The rooms are all set and our stuff are well organized already. Want to come in and rest now?"
he suggested. I nodded then limped towards where he was. I had broken my leg in a car accident me and Mama were in. Of course, mama didn't have the luck I did in just fracturing her leg. Mama perished because her head took a severe hit that went straight to her brain and she just couldn't take it. Our home was just as beautiful and wonderful as I had remembered it. The house was white and there was a swing in the front yard that gave it a pleasant touch in an early morning.
"Our house is so far away from the other ones." I pointed out.
"I think privacy will do us some good."
I knew he was right. A loud musician next door would be no option I would take for myself to bear. I stepped in the house and looked around, eyeing everything and remembering Mama's foolishness with a few giggles now and then. I headed upstairs and walked inside my room. This place was the one that had the most memories.
Me and Aya used to play dolls here.
Me and Mama used to argue often here.
Me and Rei used to sleep in this bed together.
Akito Hayama stole a second kiss from me in this room.
I smirked at the thought, thinking of our childhood. The last time I had seen Akito was when we were just thirteen and now it's been four years. The memory of him seemed so distant yet clear and unforgettable. I smiled again, trying to hold it back a little. I wondered if he still goes to the same High School Fuka said she was in along with Aya, Tsyoshi, and Gomi. Then again, his father would always be moving from place to place because of his job so maybe I would never see him again. I felt my phone vibrating in my pocket then I grabbed it and answered.
"Sana! It's me!"
The voice sounded familiar and I tried taking a guess.
"Aya?" I inquired.
"No. Fuka, silly!" I laughed along with her.
"Give me your address!" she demanded. I huffed.
"Write it down." I gave it to her, repeating the street number so she wouldn't get confused.
"Got it!" she yelled through the phone. "Has Akito called you?" she asked.
"How could Akito call me?"
"Aya forced me to give him your number. If he doesn't call you then forget about it." I felt my knees weak and disjointed.
"Call me?" I echoed.
"I already told you, if he doesn't then forget about it." she persisted.
"But why did they want to give him my num-" she cut me off.
"But nothing. If he doesn't call forget about it. You know how he is." she pointed out. "My mom is calling me so I guess I have to go. See you." I hung up the phone then stared at it blankly, waiting for it to come alive again. I felt a sudden swarm of butterflies fluttering inside my stomach, giving me the urge to throw up. I didn't usually react this way towards any guy, yet with Akito it was different, it would always be different. All day I waited and waited for his call but he never did and the darkness of disappointment had sunk me but I still had some hope he would eventually call.
School---
I took deep breathes trying not to make them be heard then walked into class. "Sana!" A voice called out in a loud whisper. "It was Fuka and Aya calling out my name. A smile bloomed on my lips and I let free, letting it be able to be seen by many, yet understood by few.
"Ah, miss Sana Kurata. Nice to have you back in Japan. You were in our Elementary school weren't you?" asked my new teacher, Mr. Tanaka.
"Yes, sir." I smiled lightly then he asked me too take a seat. I grabbed an empty seat near Aya and Fuka then took a glimpse at them and another smile blossomed on my face.
Lunch---
"So do you like your teachers so far?" asked Fuka while we were in the lunch line.
"Yeah, Mr. Oriume seems aggressive, though."
"It's OK. I had him. He's only like that in the beginning." Aya said, trying to comfort me.
"Hey Aya, is Tsyoshi still your boyfriend?" I asked. I saw the heat rise in her cheeks after the question had escaped from my mouth.
"Yeah." she stuttered in a low mutter.
"That's good." I added with a warm smile.
"There they come." Said Fuka from behind me. I turned around trying to follow her gaze then finally noticed what she meant. It was Tsyoshi waving to us then giving a shocked look when his eyes were on me. Beside him was the person I thought I would never encounter with for the rest of my meaningless existence, Akito Hayama. "Sana!" Tsyoshi called out. I smiled then gigged when I saw he almost tripped on his way to give me a warm welcome. Akito looked surprised as well but he tried not showing it by covering his eyes with the blond bangs that usually always cover his bronze eyes when he looks down, I missed that part of him, so mysterious and reserved.
"Sana when did you get here?" asked Tysyoshi.
"Hadn't Fuka told you that I was coming back?" Fukastarted whistling then lead us to a table in the center of the cafeteria. I followed her then everyone followed me, including the speechless Akito. When we sat down I tried to get Akito's gaze on me to start up a conversation but he never did look, not once. And if he did he would only quickly look away.
"How's your life been, Akito?" I asked trying to break the tension that seemed to be killing me in secret.
"Same." he uttered.
"Is that good?" I wanted him to be more broad in his answer.
"Yeah." he ended.
"Good." I followed. Everyone had their own little conversation as I stared into space only thinking. I felt my underwear getting wet and I started wondering if I had already gotten my period. I grabbed the book bag that was on the ground next to my seat then got up.
"I have to go to the bathroom. I'll be right back."
Bathroom--
Once I had changed my pad, I walked out of the stall and washed my hands. I took a good look in the mirror before I left, straightening my red hair with my hands and pulling on my shirt to look neat. As I walked out, I decided to grab my Science book from my locker seeing that it wasn't too far away. I might as well take advantage now that I'm here. As I was walking I found the same Gentle eyes I had been gazing at in lunch, right next to me locker. He looked up at me and the butterflies that once had fluttered in my stomach were back, ridding me from my hunger.
"Hey." he greeted, now more liberate of speech sense there wasn't anyone around.
"Hey. What are you doing here?" I asked curiously.
"My locker. I came too get my books." He said as he pointed to his locker with he thumb.
"Oh. Yeah, me too." I said pointing to the locker that neighbored his.
I opened it while my hands were beginning to shake as my knees quivered. Once I had grabbed my books, I tried looking for something else so I wouldn't have to leave and go back with everyone else. I would rather stay here with him, in this quiet and tranquil hall, only with him.
I closed my locker once I had spent too much time looking for something I wasn't even looking for.
"Are we going back?" I asked him as he stared down at the ground. He was quiet and hesitant but I felt he had felt the sudden urge to speak his mind and heart out too me. I felt that's what he was trying to do now.
"Where had you been all this time?" he asked solemnly.
"Phoenix." I replied, trying to hold back my heavy breathing. He was quiet again, looking like his constant thinking was beginning to bother him.
"Sorry I wasn't speaking too you before. You know how they are." I understood him. He didn't want Fuka or Tsyoshi to start teasing us. I nodded.
"I understand. They never will get that there's nothing between us, though. They have that idea stuck in their head that they want to get us together and that we are a couple. If you ask me that's a bit-" he cut me off as he gabbed my wrists and binded me against the lockers, limiting my movements, leaving me unable to break free, he was to strong. He stared into my eyes with a pained expression. He inched closer too me, our faces a breathe away as his lips hovered over mine. 'Close the gap between them.' I thought. But he pulled away.
"I'm sorry." he said looking down again, his hair covering his eyes. I felt disappointment again but with a hint of frustration.
"Why didn't you finish what you started? You always have, why didn't you now when I was ready and when I actually wanted too. Or is it only when you do?" I argued. He looked at me surprised noticing how much I had matured and grown in brain and body wise.
"Y-you wanted too?"
"I would've pulled away if I didn't, you were giving me enough time too do so." I pointed out. He was quiet again, so obviously trying to think things over but there was no response to his speechlessness. He inched closer to me again, not being as aggressive, as my back slowly touched the lockers just as before. This time I hadn't felt the surprise, even if it wasn't a surprise seeing he was Akito Hayama. I only felt that this moment was the only one I wanted to stick to for the rest of forever, for the rest of our forever. I felt his breathe now and I closed my eyes as I expected to feel the same warm lips as I had felt before when he had stolen those other three kisses from me. This one wasn't being stolen, though. It was being given wholeheartedly and undeniably.
"Sana?" The voice sounded familiar. We broke from our trance and I cursed the damn person who had ruined this moment. It was Fuka and I had second thoughts about that whole cursing idea.
"I'm sorry." she uttered.
"I'll leave you two alone now, sorry for interrupting the beautiful moment." Akito turned too look her opposite direction, stepping away from me again. I took a glimpse at her as she tightened her fists and marched out of sight around the corner. 'What's wrong with her?'I asked myself in thought. I knew what she had seen had surprised her but mad? I knew Akito was and that he wouldn't dare try this again. At least not here.
"Akito are you free today?" I asked. He nodded in approval.
"Can I stop by your house to go see Natsumi and your dad. I miss them." I was honest.
"Sure. But they won't be home today. They're in New York because of another one of my dad's business trips, I didn't want to go." He answered.
"Oh. I'm glad you didn't, though. Are you having second thought?" I asked smiling while staring at the floor.
"Never." he answered.
"I think we should head back now." I grabbed his hand then we went, taking our time and walking slowly to treasure the moment and also to prepare ourselves for an explanation.
Back Home---
"Fuka did you tell anyone what happened? Everyone was quiet when we got there." I asked angrily.
"Of course not. You guys weren't even kissing and besides I'm not gonna spread something like that. So did he actually kiss you?" she asked seeming curious.
"No. All thanks to you." I pointed out.
"Well, I'm so sorry. I had no idea!" She said firmly.
"It's OK. I understand you didn't know."
"So, are you his girlfriend now?"
"I don't know." I replied.
"I think he's to much of a pervert for you. You are pretty immature." she pointed out. I sighed.
"OK. I'll call him right now." I was only lying too rid myself from her grasp.
"OK. Tell me the details later . . . Bye." I hung up the phone then had second thoughts about not really calling him. I wonder if Fuka was mad about what had happened earlier.
"Is she in here?" called a voice from the hallway. It was a strong and manly voice, not so familiar too me. My door cracked open and I peaked too see who it was.
"Sana! I haven't seen you in years!" It was the silver haired and blue eyed boy I had so dearly grown together too as fate slowly teared up apart.
"Naozumi?"
