Disclaimer: characters owned by Kazuya Minekura. sniff...not me...
Brilliant amethyst orbs stared into the darkness. Beyond the glass pane of the window, rain poured, drenching everything. Relentlessly, mercilessly, it drummed on the roof & splattered upon the ground. The parched earth greedily sucked up the water like a sponge, but even so, there was too much. Monstrous puddles sprang up from every indentation, from shallow potholes to deep ditches. And that one pair of melancholy eyes continued to watch everything, from the monotonously smooth, grey sky to the canvas roofs of the nearby bazaar sagging under the weight of the water. They observed everything, especially the rain itself.
Only the piercing violet eyes betrayed the otherwise expressionless face. Anger, sorrow, & pain easily flared with each strike of lightning. The corners of the mouth neither twisted up nor down; the pale skin that seemed to glow with each flash of light gave the illusion of a life-sized porcelain doll. Even at the sudden rolling booms of thunder, no muscles tensed, no limbs flinched. The only movement made was a hand occasionally removing the cigarette from the unmoving lips to allow a thin stream of smoke to escape into the night air. Yet this action seemed like a thoughtless reflex, as the violet mirrors of their soul stared into the distance. They paid attention to the rain, & only the rain.
How he hated the rain. He cursed the rain & the memories it stirred. It was too painful to relive the past every time the sky darkened & dumped water on the earth. He was impatient for day to break...for the rain to cease...for the end of the nightmares...
Slowly, silently, he closed the door he had cracked open to check on his companion. The man had not moved since the rain had started. He still sat on the windowsill, staring out at the tears of the heavens. Even in his depressed, reflective state, the man looked like an angel. Each flash of lightning gave his pale skin an unearthly glow & turned his golden-blond hair into a vibrant halo. His eyes were hidden in the shadow of his long bangs, as if the golden bars could conceal the emotion there. An angel of sorrow, he decided. The man looked like an angel of sorrow. Emerald eyes twinkled tiredly as he thought of what his companion's reaction would be if he told him that. The other would probably want to put a bullet through his skull.
Smiling softly, he trudged back to his own room. If only the man wouldn't get so depressed & isolate himself. Such a mood would only dampen the spirits of their journey. Fortunately, one of the other two travelers, the youngest in their group, was already fast asleep. He sighed as he passed the silly brunette's room, familiar snores seeping out from underneath the door. The poor kid was too protective to understand. The last fellow wouldn't bother asking or attempting to comfort the man in the window even if he was still awake. That redhead knew the melancholy man well enough to leave him alone.
Pine green eyes sharpened as he paused before the entrance to his own room. He shook his head, his dark bangs gently brushing his forehead. He was in no position to reprimand his blond friend, he thought as he opened the door & walked over to the bed. Sitting down on it, he glanced out the window. He hoped the man would be in a better mood the next morning. And yet, he could sympathize with the bitter angel: he too detested the rain.
Hiya. I'm Sanzo4ever, at your service. This is my first attempt at fanfic-type-writing, so I saw it only fitting to make it somewhat about the guy I owe my pen name to.
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