A/N: This was actually supposed to be for the word "rain" in my 100 drabbles thing, but I discovered I wrote something else for rain so I was all "woes!", but then I added onto it and made it its own one-shot! Yay! Kyoru forever, man.
Disclaimer: Takaya-sensei's!
It's dark and it's thundering and lightning and all you can see is his eyes. His eyes, wide and afraid, stare at you and haunt you as they morph in the falling droplets.
Afraid. You never see them like that. So wide and innocent, like a child who has discovered he's done wrong. It was unnatural and strange and it scared you more than anything.
Seconds after the thought you notice his body change. Your umbrella flies from your hands as they grip the air, squeezing for something—anything—to take away the pressure that's pushing down on your body. You see him, not the monster but the boy, the soul, scream in agony and fear and hate and anger. He bounds away, startling you. A smell, a smell so terrible attacks your body. It feels like it will never leave and it will be there until you die; like a poison, swamping around your body.
You run. You ignore Kazuma, standing by the door in a lonely sort of way. You ignore the windows with people staring out. You ignore the rain and the mud and the thunder as you kneel, and you feel it rising up your throat and there's nothing you can do to stop it.
Nothing.
You sit, panting, thinking. If you feel this terrible after only seconds of facing him, how must he feel having this curse laid down on him for his entire life? For his entire future? How poisoned must he feel? How sick and weak must he be?
And you remember the soul, not the body. You remember the boy with the cat eyes, so beautiful compared to your normal human eyes. You remember that he hated you, hated you with a passion, but when you got to know him he was just so…sweet. You remember that you told him you loved him and you blush at the memory, still panting from exhaustion and fear. You remember him and as you feel the rain pelting down on your body you know there is nothing you can't handle.
So you stand up, and one of your shoes slip off but you don't bend down to pick it up. You are on a mission and you can't be stopped.
You see him by the lake, and even from this distance where he is barely a dot you can smell the stench. But you brave it, panting and hobbling your way to him.
And he turns and you see those eyes in that body, and you know it doesn't look like him, but it is him. Those eyes, so soulful and full of things he wants to say but can't. The body, large and dark and inhuman, twitches as he spots you. But you focus on the eyes, the only part of him you recognize. And you realize he must notice what you are doing, because his eyes change and the anger leaks away. All you see is hurt, and you want to stop it and you will stop it. Because you want to help and the only way you can help is to first look in his eyes.
See his soul. Stretch and poke and talk. Try to reach him. Try to understand him. And as you take a step closer, you know that no matter what you want to help him. Because his heart is breaking and you want to tape it back together again.