Diclaimer: I don't own the characters or the series. Amano Akira does. I'm just playing with them for a bit.
Nothing of Note
He wasn't sure how long it had been raining. He hadn't exactly been paying attention to when the first drops fell, hadn't cared when they had first touched his face, didn't know how long they had been continuing since. It as raining heavily now, noted belatedly but noted in any case. It would have been hard to ignore it now anyway as his feet fought to find somewhere to settle on the muddy ground and slippery grass. Not that there was much grass left; their fight had messed up the small clearing in the forest, now a mess of mud and trampled leaves and grass, the falling rain only serving to make it more unreliable.
There was a momentary lull in their battle, both eyeing the other warily across the clearing. Dino held his whip taut between his hands, ignoring his aching muscles and the bruises he'd certainly gained from their fight. Kyouya wasn't holding back. It was just as well; Dino was certainly doing his best to fight seriously, too. Nothing less would have been enough to face Kyouya.
The rain fell down on them, gluing their clothes to their skin and hair to their face. Kyouya had cared just about enough to wipe the wet strands out of his eyes, but there were still dark locks clinging to his temples. There were no sounds on the clearing aside from the falling rain and their breaths, heavy after hours of continued battle. He could practically see Kyouya breathing even across the clearing, the younger man's chest heaving even as he shifted his feet ever so slightly.
Kyouya's arms shifted just a bit, and Dino caught a hint of red on the white shirt on his side. He would have felt guilty except he knew Kyouya would have bitten him to death for such stupidity. They'd both started the fight perfectly aware that they might get hurt, a fact well evident in Dino's own bruises and aches. Just because Kyouya was thus left with a few tears from the lashing whip on his shirt didn't mean he had any cause to feel guilty.
The rain washed at the blood clinging to Kyouya's shirt, leaving it with more of a pink tone, only barely visible in the falling night. Kyouya himself didn't seem to notice or pay attention, his eyes intent on Dino. A couple of wet strands fell over his eyes, bringing no reaction whatsoever. The predator's attention was entirely on his prey, the dark grey eyes promising nothing but pain.
The tip of Kyouya's tongue slipped out, sliding slowly over his lips. Dino swallowed, trying to ignore the shiver running down his spine. Focus, Cavallone. You're not done yet.
Kyouya's hands shifted ever so slightly, seeking a firmer grip on the handles of the wet tonfas. The minute movement, only barely visible even to Dino's trained eyes, was all the warning he got before Kyouya attacked towards him, swift despite the treacherous terrain.
Focus. Block. Attack. Ignore the rain.
Notice nothing but Kyouya.
Nothing else will hurt you.