Coffee Rain
Summary: As such bitter liquid poured over the existence of living beings, his sight blackened over the dark. Much more, what he wouldn't see was a girl who waiting in aeon on spot for him. KK AU
AN: Ne, my name is purachinae! I'm so new on this fandom; let's say this is my first experience in writing RK's fanfic. OOCness, errors, and so on, please tell me. And if you think it has quite good to be a story after all, tell me as well. Only a prologue I could give to you, and I will put my status on HIATUS due to final school examinations. During this time, I often read RK's stories, so I hope it enough to help me write it. Enjoy!
Note - This prologue is what will be a metaphor of whole story. I hope you can catch the meaning well. If not, then feel free to read the first chapter as soon as I finish my final study. Afterwards, you can compare the prologue with the full progression this story takes in. Enjoy!
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prologue: a single portrait yonder
Rain never be and wouldn't be, became such crystallize and innocent drop, soaked by crimson hue of remorse. As the beginning and finale eventually concluded upon realization by myself, I wondered. That was a simple and ethereal explanation of rain, too plainly sinful and doubtful.
It starting to hurt me, hulled my exposed skin to be real, as the only one color was memorizing into reminiscence; pure black and blank.
Anything and everything smoothed away towards nothing; united as one to whatever companion would be, not depending on irrationalism dominant color to win against; no matter how much kaleidoscope's colors you put to be, dark hue would remain as solid as root could be
That was how the rain was racing down onto me, soaking to reach out the areas of my body they fond to touch. However the difference was awfully obvious than any kind of rain I ever known.
This was black. The surface, luminescence like glass figure freezing in eternal evanescence; cold crystal in plain color. This rain embraced those features to melt away; became a single material. This was black; without any bit stain.
I knew what was going on. The before polychrome scheme became soft gray; pile of strays variegation was dullness. This vapidity had grown to the most; every object was seen from these eyes; beyond my sanity. Everything was lifeless statue.
From this angle, anything but nothing was showing through this unlimited dimension. Slow but definite, petal by petal thickened my sight; anticipating the free and peaceful farewell. And it did
Black. Completely black
Anyone glanced through cavity of my amethyst eyes would never make out the line of those true eyes. As my second realization hit me, that was the next pathetic reality I must begin to learn; those lavender were progressing to be different; didn't know when the real would return.
My face was facing upwards; waiting in anticipation of pour by pour coffee rain was serving me with. That bitterness, somewhat intoxicating sensation had captured my throat to never recognize a word to stop or even pause; it already late...
Vaguely, a portrait was stabbing its stares into my back
If I ever questioned who that was; I still sane. But as in futility, those senses were being left to lock away. Water of pure dirtiness and chained perpetual were the ones which bonded me tight, or it was me who reluctantly to let go.
For the undecided time, I knew it still there and always. But this body would remain to stand in this stage for aeon; and these eyes closed permanently.
I would start to grow numb and forgot its existence over there. And what would be redemption of this sinful, coffee rain...
¤ finished in Kenshin's POV, arranged by purachinae ¤