Me: I'm starting another story. Mainly because I found this after rummaging through my fanfic folder. I saw that I had already written five parts to it so I just thought; 'what the hell'. I didn't put much effort in this writing the story though, so forgive me if you think the writing is a bit sloppy.


It was raining that night.

Sion heard the first warnings of a storm happening just as he had glanced outside, turning his eyes away from the book he had laid before him. His room was dim but the lightning outside provided more than enough light for him if he were to shut the lights off.

Somehow, with the breathtaking scene happening outside, his thoughts raced and he found that it was hard to look away now that he had his complete attention driven away.

His mother was asleep seeing as it was well past midnight already and the entire street didn't even shift at the harsh winds that pounded on their windows. Sion watched as the rain quickly coated the little window beside his desk, creating different shapes and shadows that spilled over the floor and on the walls.

He had forgotten to shut the curtains again. A bad habit of his that he never really bothered to fix seeing as he was always so used to seeing the open view from the large window back in his house in Kronos. As he grew up, he was always so used to just looking off to his side in thought and expecting to see dark black sky looking back at him with that single light from the moon illuminating from above.

Sion leaned back on his chair.

There was a storm that night too. That night that it all began. The night that completely changed him, as a man and a simple person. And Sion owed it all him.

Briefly, he wondered if Nezumi was thinking to same thing where ever he was right now. If he could see the very same sky Sion was looking at right now and remember that night when Sion first gave him his first stitches, his warm bed and food and his friendship.

Sion wanted to know. He wanted... to see him again.


Deep within the swirling storm that dangerously began to stir over her head, her trembling hand couldn't hold on anymore. The more she persisted on the wound to stop bleeding, the more it flowed out from between her fingers. She almost chewed off her own bottom lip just trying to ward off the pain.

Come on. She told herself. You've felt worse things than this.

The rain drenched her clothes and let the crimson liquid run free from the gash on her hip and another on the side of her right thigh. She had scraped it against the sharp edge of a rock after trying to slide past some shady men that seemed to have spotted her before and called out to her.

How sick can they be? She was injured and bleeding and all those men thought of was trying to get her out of her clothes.

Her stomach churned but she forced the bile down her throat and pushed her legs to move along the slippery surface. It seemed she had arrived at a bus station, she wasn't sure. She didn't even know if she was in the right place.

As she weakly hung onto the sides of shops and many walls for support, she found her vision wavering from time to time. It was from the blood loss in her wounds. They were getting worse and it told her that she needed to get help now or death will follow after.

Gritting her teeth stubbornly, her sharp but dreary looking azure eyes flickered and blinked many times to see past the blinding rain and look for any signs of salvation.

Surviving. That was all she thought of right now.

A sharp wind began to pick up around her and she knew she wasn't going to last with these wounds and that storm. And just as he hopes were close to diminishing completely, she took one last look upwards at the sky and her breath stalled when she saw someone, a man standing at the balcony of his house.

Even though the wind was practically slicing through him and threatening to strip him of his clothes, he just stood there.

He had the most beautiful snow white hair that danced around him and showed off his pale fair skin, making it easy for that strange mark around his neck and cheek for her to spot even as she stood there, a good several feet away from him.

Her back hit the wall behind her as her gut gave a sickening wrench and she had to bite her tongue just to keep the strange acidic feeling bubbling in her gut down. Yet she couldn't take her eyes off the man. He looked so calm yet it showed in his stance that he was fighting the force of the wind that blew through him.

He looked like a true angel from the heavens.

It made her heart flip despite the subtle pain that still coursed through her body. She could hardly feel it anymore though. The sight of him became a brief distraction from the burning sensations in her body. She wanted to just reach out to him and call out, but what would she say? She didn't know his name and she could hardly think of anything to call a stranger by when you haven't even met eyes yet.

Still, she yearned to be close to that angelic figure as if he were the very salvation and key to her survival. It seemed to have distracted her too much as the next second, she found her vision blurring until all she could see was this black abyss before her body fell weak.

Though, she could feel her heart still pounding away when the eyes of that angel finally flickered downwards at her.


Me: What do you think so far? :) Is it to your liking? Or no? Please review and tell me your thoughts, criticism is always welcome.